Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 53

Beauty is still as alert as ever. I wonder for the infinite time how her life really was on the streets. The little I know was that from the time she was born, it has been the only life she had ever known, that in the end it became a choice to just stay there, protect her crime family, give her daughter away, become a killer.

How does she survive all that, when I have watched men die in seconds under much better circumstances?

She smiles at me as she swings her legs over the bike, jumping off with her helmet in her hand, as her long hair hangs down her back.

I can't stop my thoughts as my eyes search through her cold obsidian gaze. She didn't survive. The small pieces left evolved, so she could live to fight another day.

She adapted to her environment, like a true predator.

The Catelli family were stupid to give her to us. The Satan Snipers will never give her back.

“Look at you, looking all badass and shit.” Mercy comes down the porch steps, giving my woman a hug.

She then punches my arm.

“Yo, how’s the recovery? AFTER said you won't stop bitching about it,” Beauty smiles at Mercy as the tall curvaceous biker snorts.

“The only one bitchin’ here is Hannah, River told her ass to stay home. She just got handed a free pass on workin’ and she throws a fit, if I had a man and he said stay home, my ass will be on the couch watchin’ reruns of Game of thrones.”

Beauty smiles and shakes her head, “I bet your ass won't see a week on a couch, you can't sit still for two hours. You couldn't even wait a twenty at KFC.”

“It was a drive thru, who the fuck takes twenty minutes at a drive thru?”

“Apparently you and Beggar do, the chicken tasted like crap, sure that girl wasn't one of Spades weekly's?” Killer muses as he stops next to Mercy.

“Or a Killer special?” Beauty gripes and I don't hide my smile as she lifts up her hand and lets Mercy remove her gloves.

It brings back our conversation last week. We were at the hotel restaurant eating breakfast. She told me that the pancakes on her plate were nothing compared to the ones Kylie made for her.

I then asked her about her time with Kylie. She was thoughtful before she answered me. She said that those weeks with Kylie reminded her to inhale, that if she cut herself, she'd bleed just as much as if she cut someone else.

I think my woman was telling me she learned that she was human, and remembered that she too had to live.

“I think we should cut our losses at the KFC and try the new restaurant further in town. The place is called Bear Ribs or some shit like that. Knight said he took one of his women there when it first opened, food was good. I think I need a vacation ASAP. Beggar and I can go explore the dirt backs of this tiny town. Well what is left of it, that fucking psycho is not helping the already non-existent population. How is a woman supposed to find herself a man when there’s a serial killer on the loose?”

“Which is why we need to catch the killer first.” Killer voices.

“Come quick,” Texas yells from the Clubhouse doors, and we all rush in, following him downstairs to the basement where we have church.

Harley is standing by the freezers just at the bottom of the staircase, tied to a chain that is secured to a pole. Harlow got River in a chokehold with a thick silver chain wrapped around his neck.

Killer notices the same thing I do- River looks calm, considering his position. I snatch Beauty when she takes a step, moving closer to help Prez.

“Stop babe,” I whisper into her ear, as her ass brushes my dick.

“He wants to move my sister to some other place,” Harlow screams, and I swear a fuckin’ huge wave of relief leaves me.

“Darlin’, I was tryna explain that the move is just right on up these stairs. We were just thinkin' little Ms Harley here might prefer a bed to rest her head, but hey, if you don't want our generosity extending to your sister, it's your call darlin', ain't no need to turn feral on our asses.” Texas says from his vantage point by the staircase.