Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 55

“If I tell you, are you gonna snitch?”

“Nah ah, I ain't never snitched, Snitches are wussy’s I ain't no wussy,” She folds her hands and pouts her lips, and I can't help but laugh.

“You look worse than a fouls butt when you do that, but I get the meaning.”

“So? Are you gonna tell me Beggar?”

I snort, “No, I ain't no snitch either kid, but I can tell you this, you can figure it out on your own,” I wink again and ruffle her curly hair before taking her tiny hand in my own and walking the rest of the distance to the barn and stables.

The sun is almost completely set, so the lights around the hill and walk way brightens our way.

Last time I was up this side of the Clubhouse was the night Lucca sent his men. They killed a lot of the Satan Snipers. One of those could have been Mercy. The funeral was a big one and while I didn't stay for the whole thing, I understood their bond as a club, a family.

Something I will never have.

It was the day that I decided to stop running, well I didn't really decide, Killer and Zero caught me sneaking out that night. They weren't impressed, in fact they were both pissed off.

I think I finally understood it then, the meaning of family. Family stuck together, family didn’t leave when things got bad.

The two of them weren’t angry that I was leaving. They were disappointed that I didn’t think they’d want me to stay.

As fucked up as it sounds, I have only ever known a life alone.

Trust is something I learned to never do, no matter how good things seem, no matter how sweet a package looks all wrapped up.

It almost got me killed the few times I did. I don’t even think I could trust myself. I didn’t trust myself to keep my baby safe all those years ago and I have known myself my whole life. How am I supposed to trust a group of bikers I met a year ago?

“Papa said he's gonna marry my mama, and adopt me,” Jo says as we get to the stables.

“I heard, sounds like a solid plan. You already calling him Papa, might as well make it official.”

“Yeah, but I heard mama saying that she doesn't want to contact my real daddy, says he didn't want me and if he knew that I was going to be adopted he won't sign the papers 'cause he's a jackass.”

The kid is talking some really deep shit, and while it is wrong to eavesdrop, I would have done the same, so I can't fault her.

I bend down and put my knees on the hard sand ground. My hands go around her shoulders. I spin her around so she is facing me.