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

Chapter 73 (Beauty's Breath) (Beggar)

"Look at me please, have mercy Beauty." I don't look at the man on his knees next to my bed.

I face the window, watching the rain hit the panes. A reflective motion to the emotion I am currently

feeling.

Rain and silence before storm and vengeance.

I am resigned to my life, accepting of my faith and what I need to do.

"You won't even look at me," He says in utter shock as though he is the one I wish to kill, will kill. In a

way I will.

“My momma told me that life was a moment, a beggar had 24 hours in a day just as a Rich man. It's

how we spent it that made one more appealing than the other,” Mercy says breaking me out of my

mind.

“Which one was more appealing?” I am been sarcastic when I ask, hoping she would leave.

“Truth? My momma is bat-shit crazy. I asked her that one time, she said the streets were better

because it didn't cover up the ugliness of the world. It prepares you for beauty, so one day when it

comes, you will see it while everyone else stands blinded. My dad said that there ain’t nothing in the Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

world more precious than beauty’s breath.”

“I don’t know why you here?” Killer asks Mercy from next to me.

“I told you everybody else is hunting down the last two guys. You two are the only ones not doing

anything.”

Almost two months has gone by, two months since I lost my baby. Zero left after I asked him to go. I

needed to harden myself, and I couldn’t do that with him standing so close.

He did beg me a few times, spare his brother, have mercy. But I can’t. He is the only one who can’t see

that. He is back now.

“I think a trip to the mall would be a great idea now, what do you say guys?” Hannah comes from

wherever she has been hiding.

I am sitting on the couch, Killer is on the other couch watching Basketball and Mercy is painting her

nails. The smell of nail polish is potent.

“I’ll come with you, I need to get some stuff that way,” Killer says going into protection mode. The

reason Killer and I were at home while everybody hunted the last two guys that were affected by t95

was to guard Hannah.

“Me too.”

“If we all going to go why don’t you and Bee go and Mercy and I will stay here.”

Killer’s jaw hardens, not liking Hannah’s plan at all. But the house is safer and Mercy can more than

handle herself and protect Hannah.

“Okay, we’ll fetch Jo on our way.”

We take Spades 4x4 and head to the supermarket. Killer and I are both quiet.

Since Zero got back all those weeks ago this silence pretty much sums up everything that has been my

life. Kylie was shot and I haven’t even spoken to her because I just can’t.

My loose slacks I took from Den a month ago and black sneakers don’t say badass biker. The leather

jacket I am wearing with the prospect sign on it does.

“Those fluffy chocolate mallows.” Killer is standing with his hands behind his back. His cold eyes

frowning in a scowl when the shop lady in front of him still can’t find what he is looking for.

I have my hands on the trolley handle trying really hard not to laugh.

“Chocolate coated Marshmallows, fifth aisle bottom shelf, you welcome.”

Zero scares the crap out of me as Killer marches off like he is on a mission.

“You miss me.” Zero’s voice is right behind me.

“Are you trying to give me an early grave,” I say to him when he places his hands around my waist from

behind and a small kiss to my neck.

One would think with all his pleading and all the things keeping us apart would draw a wedge between

us. It hasn’t.

Zero takes my body almost every night. He tells me he loves me twice a day and a bit by bit each day

that passes it gets easier for him. But me, I am fighting constantly.

My war is with my mind.

“Well, I was thinking more of surprising you for a picnic by the river.”

I shake my head as he waggles his eyebrows, “Does it come with strawberries.”

He smiles, and I think to myself, how a man like him can love a woman like me.

Maybe miracles do happen.

We spend another twenty minutes in the supermarket. Zero takes over the trolley and I help Killer get

the stuff on the list with lots of extras.

Two trollies later the three of us are walking to the big blue 4x4. Killer clicks the boot open as I get

there.

The two of them start unloading the stuff in the boot.

I see the ice-cream stand on the corner and my mouth waters.