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

Chapter 42 (Beggar)

Casualties is what I heard some of them say. It is three days since The Clubhouse was attacked. Many

of them died, some injured, others just playing down angry.

Lucca's men attacked the Clubhouse, they invaded the Satan Sniper's privacy, put our children in

harms way, hurt our women.

I was lucky that night, and like always I decided to run, only Zero was waiting for me and so was Killer.

So this time I decided to stay and fight. The Clubhouse was fucked, but the men and some contractors

were sorting it all out.

“How's that bottle, still hot?” I ask Mercy who is sitting on the floor of our hotel room kicking her legs

like she is gone insane.

All the women are stuck inside this Motel in Kanla's city while the men work hard to sort everything out.

The other Chapters are full in the city, here to help get us back to our living space.

“Yes, these fuckin' stitches are going to kill me if the pain doesn't.”

“Stop whining, Bee get her one of those fruit loops from downstairs,” Hannah says from the other

double bed, where she is currently dressing Chadley's shoulder.

“You want anything?” I ask Hannah who shakes her head.

I pull open the door and walk down the old hallway and spot Quinn rushing up the stairs with packets of

groceries just as I go down. Today is the first day I am seeing her. She wasn't there the night we had

the attack.

Since that night Zero and I haven't said a word about anything. But then when you experience death so

sudden even I have to admit those feelings I thought died didn't even cool down. I was scared for him, I

cared about Zero and I admitted it to myself that he is mine and I am his, which is the reason I never

fought him when he got us our own private room and like before I left, we fell into a habit of us.

Killer backed off but was still around, though I could see him get restless. I know 'cause I felt the same

way. We needed to find Lucca and soon.

“Beggar, I wanted to talk to you,” Quinn says and I stand there waiting to hear what it is.

"You're in love with my man. I know he is sleeping with you, but you can't have him Beggar. Zero is

mine now."

My eyes are as shocked as the words coming from Quinn.

"Is he? 'cause last night he was in my bed not yours. Don't talk shit you don't know. Wait for him to say

the words." I bump past her and make my way down the stairs.

What I did learn these past few days, was that Zero broke his claim on Quinn the same night and took

a beating from seven of the guys the day Killer, Bull and I left Kanla.

I also heard that Zero asked his brother to leave the clubhouse. It was a lot to take in.

"You had to go do it didn't you." Those words have me looking at the man in question as he stands

there in the small lobby of the Motel looking all kinds of dirty.

“Do what?”

“Give Quinn shit.” He says and I shrug.

"You'll live."

"Why Beauty?" He asks as he takes a few steps closer to me.

"She talked too much, claiming things that weren't hers to claim."

He walks closer to me and spins me to face him.

He inhales me as he once did and I mistook it for something it wasn't, this time there is no mistaking

anything as shivers rake up my back.

'Way with words' by Bahamas plays in the background.

Zero leaves me stunned when he drops his head to my neck and starts swaying with me, "I love you

Amariya."

I close my eyes, these things are foreign to me, so I go for honesty when I say, “I think I past love with

you Zero."

"From that night, I set my eyes on you woman you have been mine as much as I yours." I kiss his

cheek, as I know those words though they are meant to be mine won't last very much longer.

My lips linger and I feel his catch in his breath, the warm air grazing my cheek, I begin to walk away

from him.

"I know you plan to leave tonight with Killer, but stay the night with me."

My head turns to face him.

"Get some rest Zero, we got a long ride tomorrow, I don't want to fall off your back." And I got a killer to

catch.

I grab the fruit loops and make my way back up to the room and I leave the enforcer of the Satan

Snipers in that Lobby with a smile on my face.

Three days ago I almost lost him, I almost lost a lot of these people and it wasn't my fault. I learned an

important lesson that night. No matter how much I try to run, or I stay to fight, life is always going to

happen the way it is supposed to.

It is like the spiral of stairs, you have to take it if there is no elevator, how else are you going to get

where you need to go? And sometimes those stairs are going to creak, some might have a chip or few

but the destination is either up or down. Life or death. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

And every now and again, the unlucky ones might get half way up those stairs and fall all the way

down. That is life, it is a choice here and there, a time for smiling, a decision that could be life altering

but at the end of it all we are still guaranteed death.

People like me just have a more bumpy route, but I guess we all come to a time when even all the shit

around us is falling we just have to smile, at least we get to live another day, breathe another sunrise.

The End