Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 52

The trip to the Jet is a long one. The traffic- bumper to bumper and the cars are fucking driving everywhere on the road, making it hard to go between them.

Killer is ticked by the time we get to the private strip owned by Marcus Bray.

Beauty swings off my bike and I watch her sexy ass move toward Killer, making my cock stir.

Tonight, nothing is keeping me from that ass, and the pussy that I am sure is humming from the ride.

I turn my bike and signal the pilot to open the back drop so I can park my bike inside. Thank fuck for Michael’s jet, or else we'd be hiring bikes and jumping in condensed planes.

We have offered him money to use his jet and aeroplane amongst the private hotels and the other amenities that comes from knowing the guy.

But when we do, he starts laughing and says, “You guys pay me when I need you.” So far, he hasn't needed us, but I know that day will come when he will and we will be there, brother or not.

“Yo, Kills, I see steam comin’ outa your ears,” I tease him as he glares at my woman.

Whatever she is saying to him is testing his patience.

At first, I was jealous thinking that he wanted Beauty for himself, but over the weeks I see his need to protect her, like he would someone he cared for.

It is his own way of showing emotion, which is why if I didn't get my head out of my ass, he would have claimed Beauty, just to keep her safe.

The problem is whether she’d grow attach to him.

They have a bond that I can’t figure out.

They have a connection that I am jealous of but also grateful for, hence why I decided to make him my backup if something happened to me.

There is no other brother's life I will trust with hers more.

An hour later, we are finally in the air, on our way home.

Beauty has her legs up on a recliner in front of me. Killer and I are sitting side by side going through scenarios and reasons why the government was so negligent to begin with when it came to these trials and test facilities.

Some things are just not adding up. The pictures painted aren't promising ones.

“I'm hungry, you have any more of those chocolate éclairs’?” Beauty asks and I squeeze her calf, as I watch her touch her stomach, it’s fleeting but noticed.

A sudden thought conquers my mind, but I say nothing as the possibility of her actually having my baby could be a real thing.

I am sure if that was the case, she'll tell me. You can't hide a baby forever. She did for seven years.

“Yes, got more while you were with Kylie,” Killer answers as he slips his phone out of his pocket and scrolls down the screen looking at the pictures.

Beauty gets up and moves to the back of the plane. I wait 'till I know she is too far away to hear me.