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

Chapter 4 (Beggar)

Our child that I keep telling him didn't survive, a truth, a lie.

It wasn't that way initially. First he tried charm, and I admit that I considered falling for it and giving in.

But my survival instincts wouldn't let me be so stupid to think he of all people had an ounce of empathy in his body.

It didn't take him long to get fed up with my bullshit, because that is exactly what it was 'bullshit'.

I took pride a few weeks after, in stabbing him in his sleep with a nail file he so eagerly handed me to clean my nails with.

That led to me finally getting collard.

After that it was a few attempts here and there in the past months that eventually got me from living in a fully furnished room with a warm bed, sleeping next to my monster, to an empty room, naked and cold just like a stray dog.

Lucca insists every night, it is my fault.

He has convinced himself that he is teaching me a lesson and eventually one day I would smile and look back on this time as a small wrinkle in our story.

That just tells me how fucked up he is, because I rather live in an empty room, sleeping on a cold floor.

Not only am I away from him for those hours but it reminds me everyday of why I keep my silence.

It reminds me that I need to live to finish what I have started.

An unfamiliar comfort is a worse torture than the familiar struggle I face.

“Amariya, vieni, e ora di andare a casa,” Amariya, come, it is time to go home.

I should argue with my husband, that is what normal married people do, but I don't.

Our marriage is not normal.

Lucca Sanati is the sworn enemy of the blood that runs through my veins.

It is why he turned around and showed me who he really was all those years ago while he pretended to love me.

I once hated my family, the blood that was my own for this very reason.

Now I am glad for it, because I see him, I don't see the potential of what he could be.

I should make a scene now, it is what a kidnapped woman would do. But I am not kidnapped, I am a prisoner, a willing one.

This is my life.

I had years running from this man, and months loving him.

I know Lucca.

best thing I can

all dead except three. He hunts them down, a way to try and redeem himself for leaving me naked in a ditch, to the onslaught of his fucked up men,

a made man has honor, his men

doesn't realize, he is

it is

too, claiming I was his, and I lived with it because I never had

my

showing me a side to him that he knew a homeless beggar like myself wouldn't

Someone who cared.

me gentle. My mind believed he was my savior, and my

Only he wasn't.

rapist, my tormentor, and my

worst of them all, because even knowing all that, I

told him so, he spat on me, and choked me, screaming and laughing as he

DIRTY BEGGAR I SAID

he fucked me and threw me in a pit where he left me. I screamed and screamed until his

touches me, besides for the occasional knuckles on

to his touch, not

is so

long as his men stay away from me, I see it as a

as he calls it will be shared as soon as

He means Zero.

reason is all bullshit and that there is more to

loses its appeal as

he would want, and wait for the other six guards that are supposed

down on this cemented seat watching the

soon I will have you screaming,”

is now my body shuts

thoughts of the idea of normalcy I once got to have with The

Royals Royce Lucca always goes on about is

to my prison which is

house I'd managed

and misleading as its

meter high electric gates open up as the four guards stationed

me sick to my stomach. They remind me of

fraudster, mobster and my own personal

rings just as one of the guards opens

Magdelaine opens them. She is a thirty-five-year-old woman. Married to

and not raped

at my collar before

doesn't like anyone staring

a reminder

match her

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