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

Present

The sound of the bedroom door opening pulls me out of my mind. There is no need for me to look up as I already know who is here.

Even if I didn't recognize the sound of his shoes as he walks toward me. I never could, but now I would know.

Not from the scent in the air of his cologne but from the evil aura of death that clings to him like a second shadow, a silent man, for a silent monster, the evilest of its kind.

“Already waiting for your punishment. Very good, but today I don't have time. I need to leave in ten minutes so let's make this quick, shall we, stand up and face the window.”

This is the Lucca I know, this is the man who married me by force with a gun to my head, who left me in a ditch naked so his men could rape me and torture me with fire and metal rods.

This is the man who lives in my hell. My very own demon.

Obedient, I do as he says.

I don't flinch as I once did when I hear him slide his belt out of the hoops of his pants.

My back does not arch as he grazes my spine with the buckle.

I shut my eyes, focus on the colors I see mixed between the blackness and open my mouth as the first lash of the buckle hits my shoulder.

is my monster, my familiar

why I couldn't be the girl for Zero or

call

is the reason why I chose the streets

never

belt hits my shoulders, my spine, my hip bone,

no words as

but my mind is screaming. My

No one gets accustomed to this type of torture, not

remember to breathe through it, and understand that it is what it

he said I scream, but not to him, to myself. It is

forever, ongoing from day till

know only ten minutes have passed when his alarm goes off and it is his

as he said, he hasn't given me permission

will be here in twenty, make

the door drops my shoulders, allowing me to feel, even if it is the physical kind. When it comes, it

back bleeds, my shoulder blades further damaged by the times

rather me than someone

six years to accept my monster, yet it took me a few weeks to forget that I could

eye, helped me believe that even if it was just a temporary relief of the cold hard truth that is