Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 59

There is never a time to tell someone that their brother or sister aren't perfect, that their sins were unforgivable, but Zero is right, it is another day’s problem.

We ride for a few hours, stopping at a gas station. Zero keeps his hands in my jeans pocket when we get an energy drink from the short stop.

He makes a big display of sneaking his hands up my vest when some other bikers stop for some gas. They are wearing cuts with an emblem that I can't see. Zero says the motorcycle club is called The Sin Riders and that they are 1%ers. Zero explains that they are a small motorcycle club that live in Liston Hills.

“I can't believe you chased that man down, and I thought Killer was a nut job.” I shake my head as I slip my helmet on my head, watching Zero saddle the bike.

Once he starts the machine up, I grab his shoulder and swing my leg over. My ass on the seat, and my one hand around his waist.

Since we’ve left Kanla to hunt down Lucca, I have been much more daring with the way I act on the bike. Zero likes it.

He says it takes a level of trust to be so free while someone else is riding.

I wanted to tell him I don't fear death, or the idea of getting hurt, but something told me that wouldn't be something a woman would tell her man while he was giving himself credit.

“Did River say anything about me looking at those dead girls’ bodies?” I ask him, through the ear and mouth piece he connected in our helmets, “Yeah, You, Mercy and After are going to the morgue first thing tomorrow.”

The night is dark, the stars and moon are both missing, and while a lot of bikers don't like riding at night, my man loves it.

I noticed things about Zero this past month. We might have been hunting down my husband but I think we were also learning about each other.

He is still here, so whatever he learned about me must not be so bad. Except that I want to kill his brother

“Did you tell River about my theory?”

“Yeah, babe, Killer and I both backed it up. River has agreed that narrowing the search down to just interrogators and torturers is an option. He also doesn't want to be hit off the wrong train missin' a lead, so we try this way, it works, great, if not we try another way.”

“Are you driving a bike or an old car, pick it up,” I tell him, and just like Zero he squeezes my leg before the bike goes faster. The vibration between my legs makes me hornier than when we left the clubhouse.

The thought of us crashing and the baby in my stomach dying, our baby, has me fast rethinking my decision as we push harder.

I squeeze Zero's stomach, a telltale sign to slow and he does, going steady. I know he is great on a bike but I am never putting my life in a man’s hands again.

There was a time I loved a man with everything in me. I put my whole existence in his hands and handed him the one key to my soul, my heart, Amariya.

He took it, abused it, and tossed it like the garbage I was. I can't let my feelings for any man ever cloud my judgement, ever change my mind, not even the Enforcer of The Satan Snipers.

It's a long ride back to the Clubhouse but we take it in stride, bending the roads. Zero explained that us, stopping somewhere for a drink wasn't the smartest of decisions with so many people out for blood. I, better than a lot of people understand his meaning.

Having had a price on my head for so long I don't know how it feels to live any other way, besides the one where you are cautious, and always prepared for the worst.

“So I heard we having a patch party, what do we do there?” I ask as we park the bike in his parking space next to Killers.

All the lights are still on in the Clubhouse and I can hear Texas and Knight talking somewhere outside.

“I could tell you but, I'll kill the surprise,” Zero answers me as we both remove our helmet. His hair falls in his face before he pushes it back with his hands. The sides of his hair is cropped close to his skin and the middle is so long that he could tie it up.

“I am helping with the set up, how am I going to be surprised.”

“Smartass.” He puts his helmet under his arm and takes my helmet from my hand before his free arm goes around my shoulders and fingers on my left breast.

We walk to the porch steps like this, as a sense of Deja vu makes this moment one I will remember more than most.