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

“I’m getting ice-cream. What flavour do you guys want?” I ask them.

“Mint,” Killer says as Zero says Vanilla.

I started working part time at the Night Club owned by the Satan Snipers. It earns me some cash.

Zero doesn’t like me working at the club but he doesn’t have a choice in the matter since River offered me the job.

“One mint, two vanilla sugar cones please.” I ask the old lady with the white apron on.

“I have not seen you before, aren’t you a pretty little thing,” She says to me in a cheerful voice.

“Thank you,” I like her.

“I heard there were some new bikers in town, didn’t think it will be a lady. My god daughter, Lauren used to date one of you years back. They were two lovers, perfect. Didn’t turn out that way in the end. Poor man got himself stuck with Hannah Evans, she’s a New Yorker.”

“Can I have my ice-cream now?” I don’t like this conversation any longer.

Old lady is a nosey bitch. She shouldn’t talk shit she doesn’t know.

The lady must heed my unfriendly tone of my voice because she hands it to me quickly.

“3 dollars,” She says.

I sigh, realizing I can’t get the money from my pocket so I hand her the ice-cream.

A man’s hand comes from behind me and places the money slap on the table.

“Keep the change.”

My body freezes at the sound of his voice, but this time I am not weak. I am prepared when he grips my hair.

“Let her go,” Zero says from the middle of the parking lot.

that brother,” Thorn answers in a

holding my hair and pull him close to me so he stumbles on my back and I lift him over me.

back hitting

He screams in pain.

not caring that people are rushing out of

see he is split between us.

“Leave me,” Thorn yells.

He screams and still I

shot that goes off has me

lady that served me an ice-cream has just earned herself a bullet to the

have been on my list for way too

yells from the ground as

that wasn’t yours

to

an electric Taser until he is down on

my gun out as he lifts his

our fetus is formed. The how’s, when’s and where’s may vary, but we all eventually

that moment comes it’s a lasting moment, the only moment in our lives that is meant

debatable and depending solely

on the name but the places are the same, one meant for

might be convinced in a reincarnation of the soul or like the Atheist

anything but for

others and we have that moment where we delude ourselves into thinking that this person or people can relate to what we have been through it is still our

choices might very well be due to other people, but

my hand, I pull the trigger, shortening his

why I shouldn't do it. In my case, the one with the gun

gaze as his hand goes to his stomach, so I pull the trigger again. The impact causes my arm to jerk back as the second shot gets him in

heart shrivelled when he killed my babies. The burning sensation that takes him before death does, is the closest feeling that mirrors my own torturous loss I have felt because of him.

watching his fall, there is no victory felt, no relief of the sweet revenge promised by the minds game of