Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 61

“Well you should have come to me,” I bark at the man on the other side of the phone.

Killer, Bull and I have spent hours trying to track down a lead when we already had one in our Club.

Radar, a brother from our Houston chapter is that lead. He served with Killer and me last fall when we did an S&R in Hong Kong.

“I want your ass on your bike in ten, then when you get here, I want to know the whole fuckin’ story, you got me.” I clip the call off and see Killer and Bull staring at me with their ‘I'm waiting’ faces.

“Turns out Radar was asked to stay after the mission in Hong Kong, he had to fetch a test drug t95. Said he only heard about the killings today and thought about the drug. The brother witnessed the first set of trials when he got back to base but left soon after to do something for the Club. Only got back to Houston last week, said some government agent rocked up at his place, threatened his sister, now his sister is gone.”

Bull rubs at his short-cropped head, Killer nods but I can tell his mind is now on finding this girl.

“Got to get back and let everyone know. Send Beggar a message, tell her they need to get their asses back to the clubhouse. Everything is saying that these fuckwads are here, it is time we call their bluff,” Bull says and, in this moment, I see the brother we patched in all those years back.

We’re pulling off our bikes when Texas and Knight start running out of the clubhouse both carrying heavy ammo. I remain on my bike as Killer swings off his and rushes to the two of them. The talk is intense and my gut clenches at the stiff posture of Killer as he listens.

After less than two minutes they are all rushing closer to the bikes and Killer signals Bull and I to start up and follow them.

We ride along the roads closer into town, passing the locals and further into the residential area until we get to the school.

Spades bike lays idle on the pavement but the brother is nowhere in sight. My body tenses, preparing for whatever is coming.

I pull off my helmet and grab my gun from the compartment I added to my bike a year back.

“What do we have?” I ask.

“"Neil Fitzgerald, thirty six, five eight, scar on his hand, he did four tours in the navy before he was shipped to the Special Forces. He attacked Spade with a fucking crowbar, but the brother managed to subdue him. He has him in the school's paint room. The Deputy is on his way. Spade said Neil was askin’ for Jocelyn, school only knows her as Jo so they instantly alerted him. Prez is going to lose his fuckin' mind." Knight debriefs us and the five of us run into the school.

When we get to the paint room Spade is sitting on a kids chair with a face towel stuffed with ice to his head.

His nose is bloody. I give him a quick once over. His injuries aren't life-threatening, he'll be fine.