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

Chapter 1: Book 3: Zero

Zero

Beauty and I, the Beast

Once upon a time I met a girl, I loved her with everything in me.

My love was something that happened so sudden, like a real fairy tale.

She was my beauty and I, her beast.

When she stared in my eyes I was lost in her black soulless depths, forgetting the soul I didn't see.

When Beauty looked into my HEART I saw the future in her cold hard stare.

Her body was my glory, I ignored the weapon it showed me.

I was obsessed in the slope of her curves, the movement of her hips as she put one foot in front of the other.

Her touch blinded me.

When Beauty touched me she awoke the beast, called to the killer and hummed to the sniper, until she was where my heaven began and my demons ended.

I remember the day when just a glimpse of her gutted me in the chest.

Beauty was where my madness sang and in less than a month I was hers.

My pops once told me that every man has his falling point.

Every brother has a day to mourn.

I thought I mourned when I put my club brothers to rest in the ground after our second tour.

I convinced myself I mourned when I lost the woman I almost called my wife after she chose a needle over my vow and overdosed on crack.

FUCK, I thought I mourned when I almost lost my blood brother, but nothing takes the stakes like it does now.

Nothing better compares to mourning than the agony I feel at the betrayal of the one person I gave myself to.

who made sense

you!!” I scream in to the nothingness of cold stagnant

foolish man looking for foolish answers, hoping to hear

met a girl,

that happened so sudden, like a real fairy tale, she was my beauty and

a secret, another life, and in the end she betrayed

the betrayal

an entity,

see her- on the

taste it on my tongue in

water I see the silhouette of her body that I once

burn down my throat brings the numbness I

is my coping

the top of

“BEAUTY.”

thinking, like a foolish man, in love with a foolish thought of a girl that was all fake, that

the craziest story to tell me, explaining why

chose

it always will- passing and stealing my darkness which is now

fools us with the

hate this time- morning, sunrise; because then reality

pretending that she

the reflection of the

to remember our

am reminded of who she is- A trained killer, a wanted fugitive who used me

the girl

it's time

Knight's right arm slip under my left side as the sun brightens my

expect him by now. It has been

of sitting on this hill, drowning my sorrows, hoping to

mornings since Knight has picked my drunken ass off this hill and taken me back

He gets me up.

bare feet and stiff legs

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