Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 68

“Are you coming to the school today?” I ask Zero as he slips on his boots.

A month has gone by since the patch party.

We have found most of the soldiers involved in the t95 testing thanks to Diamond, The Sin Rider’s Princess.

There are still two of them out there, but that is a job for the military now.

My hunt for Lucca has taken a back to my life since I can't really do anything dangerous while I am pregnant.

“Yup, told ya, if I can't see you...”

“I'm too far, I know,” I roll my eyes as I finish making up the bed.

Zero picks up the three pillows and starts putting them on the bed as I start grabbing his empty beer cans.

“How's my son.”

“Still here.”

“I can see that, when is our next appointment?”

“Two weeks.”

Zero walks up to me and puts his hands around my waist as I open the drawer and pull out a denim shorts and a light green t-shirt.

“I'll meet you at the school in a couple. Mercy will drive in with you, Harley and Harlow, I got some shit I need to do quick.”

“Did Killer call?” I ask Zero.

“Not yet, but he will.”

A few days ago, I found out that Michael Stone, Kylie and Killer were working together to bring down the trafficking ring owned by Lucca.

Kylie was going to go in and look for the girls. I wanted to join her but River said I had to keep a low profile with the baby and Kylie didn’t want me to know.

If Lucca knew I was pregnant he won't be as forgiving.

A shiver runs through my body as the thought of what he will do to me takes my mind. A sure way to dampen my mood.

It is another hour later when we get to school. It’s a Saturday and besides the soccer team that is currently on the ground, the school is empty.

I spot Jo dribbling the ball before she passes it to a small boy. She must hear Spades bike as he parks it next to the 4x4.

She lifts up her head and starts waving her hands around thinking we can't see her.

I wave back and Mercy starts whistling loudly also flailing her hands.

“You look like you on crack,” I tell as her breast jiggle.