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

Chapter 66 (Beauty's Breath) (Beggar)

“You not seriously wearing four knives under that,” I ask After as she puts on her sleeveless cut.

She is wearing black skin-tight denim pants that have cuts on the knees and just below her ass.

Her normal shirt has been tossed aside for a black skull top with missing sleeves. But what makes her

outfit sexy is the black knee-length boots that go on forever.

“Five got one in my boot. Just in case.”

“She probably has eight or nine. The others she won’t tell you about in case somebody who plans to kill

her is listening to the conversation,” Mercy says as she finishes up Whisp's make-up.

Mercy and Whisp are both in leather pants and lace tops. Whisp is wearing a metallic lace blue vest

that is loose but see-thru. Mercy has on a tight red and blacktop that has small pieces of material

around her ample breast, showing her cleavage.

“Why do you feel it necessary to open your mouth and talk shit that doesn't concern you,” After says as

she glares at Mercy.

Mercy makes a yapping duck face with her fingers at After, “Don't take your frustrations out on me, not

my fault you hunt a bull who doesn't want what you flaunting, maybe if you'd dress like this more often,

he might be persuaded to take you on. Don't blame the brother for staying clear though.”

“That is the last time I tell you shit, now everybody knows.” After shouts at Mercy from across the room.

“You say that every time,” Jade says from the other end of the room. She is looking out the window.

“No one asked you, J. I Jane, we all know why you standing by the window.” Mercy snaps at Jade who

goes red in her face.

I lean my back against the wardrobe door, enjoying the show.

The woman has been getting crap on the whole day. But she takes it like a champ every time.

Venus comes out of the bathroom. Chadley and her have spent the better part of the hour and a half

we have been in this room shoved in the bathroom. The new girl that I saw at breakfast has been gone

the entire day. She had a heated argument with Bull this morning, but I wasn’t sure what it was about. I

just picked up that the two knew each other quite well.

“Is everyone all set?” Venus asks as a message beeps from my phone.

I slide it out of my faded blue denim skirt.

“How's my kid doing? We getting ready to start the bikes, need anything from the kitchen before I

leave.”

Since I told Zero about the pregnancy he has taken it well. Not sure how to take his reaction, but the

messages every five minutes is getting old, fast.

I don't like all the new attention he’s giving me all of a sudden.

Living the life I have, I like staying unnoticed and with him I have been since a few days back.

Fine

I shoot a reply text and slip my phone back in my pocket in time to see Jade scrunch up her face.

“Do I have to come with you guys?”

“Yes,” We all say in unison

“Fine, but don't expect me to stay long. I'm not feeling so good.” I roll my eyes at that one, and walk to

where she has been standing, guarding the window like her life line.

She must not want to be with Spade, but her actions when he isn’t looking tells me she is just giving

herself a headache, because she is wasting her time.

That is something I learned twice, first with Lucca, then with Zero. Both of those incidences led me to

only one direction. Your heart will detach itself from the head if it tastes its one and only addiction-

Love.

And like all addictive narcotics, it sucks you in. You will do anything for it, no matter how crazy it is.

You will lose your identity and once it is gone, you are crushed to nothing. It is like an immortal, you feel

the agony of the pain every day but it doesn’t die as easily.

“I can gut him if you like, Knick him,” I stare at Jade to see if she likes the offer.

After comes up behind me, “I call dibs, been a while since I gutted a man as fine as Spade.”

“Nobody is gutting anybody, especially not Spade, it was my choice to end things. Let's just forget we

saw anything alright. DJ is River’s cousin, she’ll be good for him.” Jade announces to us. But I know

she is really just trying to convince herself.

An idea comes into my head and I slip my phone out and shoot Killer a message quick.

We get downstairs in one piece as the men start revving their machines. I go to Zero's bike, he’s

already sitting on his machine with his legs on the ground. He has his hand extended with my helmet

hanging from his index finger. I shake my head and take it.

The men start whistling, and though I know that they are whistling for the other women, I feel self-

conscious.

After and I got our way when we went to the salon. The lady straightened my hair but didn't cut it. And

the high pony I have it in and the dark makeup and red lips Whisp insisted I wear with this leather pants

and blacktop makes my diamonds stick out. Not to mention that I feel like a ton. My ass feels huge in

these pants that fit my body like a glove.

“You lookin' sexy for a baby mama,” Zero says as I grab his shoulder, and swing my leg back and over Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

the bike.

“You know what would look even sexier.”

“Well, that's a loaded question, but I have this weird feeling that your- what, and my what are in

opposite directions,” He says as we wait for the others to move and I secure my helmet on.

“You right, mine is where you shut up and drive.”

“Hey, Killer is riding with Jade, that’s a first.”

I don’t look at Killer, as I nudge Zero’s shoulder, “Let’s go old man.”

He shakes his helmet covered head and we off.

The ride is something I would never get used to.

There is an electric current that shocks my nerves in just the right places. It starts with the tips of my

toes as Zero takes the bend.

The sensation travels up my legs when he straightens and makes hand signals that I liken to one of

power.

Going right to my core when we stop at a street light and all the bikes rev as their Enforcer places his

gloved hand on the top of my thigh.

I know that hand so well, the feel of his callused fingertips as he traces the shape of my body when he

thinks I am asleep.

And lastly it rushes to my chest, seconds before going through my brain. This feeling of belonging to

something more than my past is something that won't leave me.

These times with the Satan Snipers have been that static, that shock, that calling you hear about but

you never get to experience.

You just keep feeling and hoping until it is all stripped away. Crushed