Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 75

“You are supposed to be my brother.”

I have River, Bull and Spade holding me back, while After, Snake, Texas and Radar hold Killer against a wall.

To say I want to fuck him up is an understatement. He shocked me, and stood there while she killed my brother.

River and Spade hauled me to the clubhouse while the others sorted out my brother’s body. It feels like a bad dream.

We have spoken about it.

She told me she will kill him, she did. My woman shot my brother and now I have no idea where she is.

“What happened to showing the innocent mercy? What happened to that fucking code?” I scream at Killer.

"Where was my mercy, where was my daughters. We are all living on this earth with regrets, things we could take back, your brother’s death isn't one of those things for me Zero." Her voice is heard clearly as she comes so close to me.

I struggle against the guys holding me. My nostrils flaring.

How could I hate someone so much but love them just the same. I want to wrap my finger’s around her neck and strangle. Watch her eyes dance to the beat of death. Yet, I want to save her dammit.

"I knew you were everything. I would die for you over again. All you need do is ask Beauty, all you need do is ask.”

I watch her one eye twitch but her eyes stare me in the face. So cold, so dark.

“He was my brother." I drop my head, breaking our contact. For the first time since I stared into my beauty’s eyes, I can’t stand the sight of her.

“And those two innocent lives, they were my babies. You once told me that I should never lie to you. I told you, I will destroy you. I never lied Zero.” Her words slice me in two.

“Why the fuck wasn’t I ENOUGH.” I scream at her, staring so hard at her, as my chest heaves. The killer in me present as the day it was born.

I pull out of the brothers hold and rush her. I grab onto her t-shirt. River throws his body on top of me just as I get my fingers on her arm.

“Get her out of here,” River shouts.

His body, the only thing keeping me from going after her. Wrapping my hands around her neck, she’s brought out the monster inside of me.

“Get him a fuckin’ drink, FUCK.” River yells as he jumps off of me. The tension in this room is thick, a drink is the only thing that is going to calm this storm now.

It is passing midnight and I am pissed drunk. Half hanging on the bar counter. I must’ve drank over two bottles of Jack.

"What are you doing here, came to kill me too?" I slur at Killer.

His face looks like shit, I got one good punch and the fucker let me do it.

I frown, “What the fuck is up your ass?”

He is silent as he goes around the bar, “Tomorrow we ride, be up at four.”

He downs three neat glasses of whiskey before silently walking out of the bar.

Leaving me and the memories of a simpler life.

“We have to do it Logan, dad said the bigger boys do it. You wanna be big or not, come on,” Thorn pulls up his socks as he waits for me. Why he chooses to wear those ugly socks with his sandals I don’t know.

“But I ain’t big, dad said the next time we leave the stables he’s gonna turn our hide.”

“If we do it now, we can get back before dad. He won’t know shit.”

“Why you wanna be big, you eight.”

He rolls his eyes, “Because Peter McCade and his trio keep beating me up.”

“So tell dad.”

“Dad’s a bad ass biker Logan, he already complains all the time when he has to watch me play chess.”

“I’m going to be a biker like dad,” I say as I walk taller to the top of the mountain with my cardboard box tagging behind me from my string.

“When I’m big, I’m going to be the richest man in the world and everyone is going to be my friend.”

“Or you could just be like dad and have brothers.”

“Yeah, look where that got you brother. An early grave.” I shake my head and hit my forehead onto the bars counter.

“Come on brother.” Knight lifts me up at some stage and gets me in the room. It reminds me of another time when he used to do it from the top of the hill. The reason was her, same emotions just deeper. Pain

love

hatred

I hear her, smell, and feel her presence, but I am too drunk for my brain to register much.

The sound of the alarm is loud. Seriously loud. The bang on my door is worse.

“Go away.”

“Move your ass,” Killer bellows.

“Fuckin’ asshole.”

It takes me a half hour to get my ass on the bike.