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.

Beauty doesn’t seem phased by my question in the slightest as she wipes her mouth and says,

“The teaspoon in an ass full of sugar says that the killer we are looking for had time on his hands, as well as a creative idea of torture. Meaning we're searching for someone who used to do that sort of thing, you know, get information, and maybe interrogate people- that sorta shit. Same with the other victims, the nails clipped off, stained fingers. This to me is all leading to people who are choosing their victims, means they have to be nearby, in a central place where it is easy to spot their new target.”

Beauty’s points are impressing the fuck out of me and the fact that Killer is quiet says the feeling is mutual.

A year back when I first met her, I thought she was a dumb woman.

Since then I learned that my woman has more brains than most people, not to mention she is fucking street smart.

Seen and done a lot of shit in her young years. And recently she started reading a lot of books. I am proud of her. Maybe River is right and she should study something.

“We’ll get Spade and Snake to check the files and find out who fits which role, maybe check the dead soldiers and women too,” Killer suggests as he taps his index finger on his thigh.

“And who has beef with a Satan Sniper, I’m startin’ to think they calling us out, these murders have been centralized to Kanla. The only ones involved in the military and government is us, towns already been through enough with the last shit storm.”

“More like fuckin’ screaming thought the same thing which is why I have Venus and Mercy keeping tabs on River,” Killer informs us and also shows why he is the best fuckin’ National Vice President.

By the time we finally get back to Kanla my head is spinning with thoughts and Intel.

I need a stiff drink.