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

Chapter 75 (Beauty's Breath) (Zero)

“You are supposed to be my brother.”

I have River, Bull and Spade holding me back, while After, Snake, Texas and Radar hold Killer against

a wall.

To say I want to fuck him up is an understatement. He shocked me, and stood there while she killed my

brother.

River and Spade hauled me to the clubhouse while the others sorted out my brother’s body. It feels like

a bad dream.

We have spoken about it.

She told me she will kill him, she did. My woman shot my brother and now I have no idea where she is.

“What happened to showing the innocent mercy? What happened to that fucking code?” I scream at

Killer.

"Where was my mercy, where was my daughters. We are all living on this earth with regrets, things we

could take back, your brother’s death isn't one of those things for me Zero." Her voice is heard clearly

as she comes so close to me.

I struggle against the guys holding me. My nostrils flaring.

How could I hate someone so much but love them just the same. I want to wrap my finger’s around her

neck and strangle. Watch her eyes dance to the beat of death. Yet, I want to save her dammit.

"I knew you were everything. I would die for you over again. All you need do is ask Beauty, all you need

do is ask.”

I watch her one eye twitch but her eyes stare me in the face. So cold, so dark.

“He was my brother." I drop my head, breaking our contact. For the first time since I stared into my

beauty’s eyes, I can’t stand the sight of her.

“And those two innocent lives, they were my babies. You once told me that I should never lie to you. I

told you, I will destroy you. I never lied Zero.” Her words slice me in two.

“Why the fuck wasn’t I ENOUGH.” I scream at her, staring so hard at her, as my chest heaves. The

killer in me present as the day it was born.

I pull out of the brothers hold and rush her. I grab onto her t-shirt. River throws his body on top of me

just as I get my fingers on her arm.

“Get her out of here,” River shouts.

His body, the only thing keeping me from going after her. Wrapping my hands around her neck, she’s

brought out the monster inside of me.

“Get him a fuckin’ drink, FUCK.” River yells as he jumps off of me. The tension in this room is thick, a

drink is the only thing that is going to calm this storm now.

It is passing midnight and I am pissed drunk. Half hanging on the bar counter. I must’ve drank over two

bottles of Jack.

"What are you doing here, came to kill me too?" I slur at Killer.

His face looks like shit, I got one good punch and the fucker let me do it.

I frown, “What the fuck is up your ass?”

He is silent as he goes around the bar, “Tomorrow we ride, be up at four.”

He downs three neat glasses of whiskey before silently walking out of the bar.

Leaving me and the memories of a simpler life.

“We have to do it Logan, dad said the bigger boys do it. You wanna be big or not, come on,” Thorn

pulls up his socks as he waits for me. Why he chooses to wear those ugly socks with his sandals I

don’t know.

“But I ain’t big, dad said the next time we leave the stables he’s gonna turn our hide.”

“If we do it now, we can get back before dad. He won’t know shit.”

“Why you wanna be big, you eight.”

He rolls his eyes, “Because Peter McCade and his trio keep beating me up.”

“So tell dad.”

“Dad’s a bad ass biker Logan, he already complains all the time when he has to watch me play chess.”

“I’m going to be a biker like dad,” I say as I walk taller to the top of the mountain with my cardboard box

tagging behind me from my string.

“When I’m big, I’m going to be the richest man in the world and everyone is going to be my friend.”

“Or you could just be like dad and have brothers.”

“Yeah, look where that got you brother. An early grave.” I shake my head and hit my forehead onto the

bars counter.

“Come on brother.” Knight lifts me up at some stage and gets me in the room. It reminds me of another

time when he used to do it from the top of the hill. The reason was her, same emotions just deeper.

Pain

love

hatred

I hear her, smell, and feel her presence, but I am too drunk for my brain to register much.

The sound of the alarm is loud. Seriously loud. The bang on my door is worse.

“Go away.”

“Move your ass,” Killer bellows.

“Fuckin’ asshole.”

It takes me a half hour to get my ass on the bike.

I follow Killer, cursing that he wrecks his bike with every turn he takes.

But the man got good handle. He isn’t our National Vice President for nothing.

We stop outside an abandoned building. I park my bike on the rubble as the sun shines way too bright,

burning my eyes.

“What are we doing here?” I say as I shove my helmet on the seat and stuff my gloves into it.

“Someone wanted to talk to you.”

I look up at the clouds before I stare at Killer, trying to figure out who is this person.

I don’t ask him any questions, merely follow him into the empty warehouse.

The sound of shoes on the floor tells me exactly who our mystery is.

“Came to gloat?” I ask the man walking in front of me.

He looks sleek in a suit, and tie, not at all how I remember him.

His hair is gelled back and cut. Clean shaven, but his black eyes, that is the same.

Explains why Beauty had me so entranced, she had the shadows eyes.

“No, I came to give you the answers you seek.”

“Marco Catelli is here to give me answers. I must be fuckin’ important.”

He ignores my sarcasm, “Have you asked yourself why Amariya had the list. Who are those people she

hunts?”

I frown as I touch my scar under my eye, “No, what does it matter, my brother’s dead, I was there.”

“Yes, he is. He got what he deserved.” River’s voice echoes from the back.

I spin around and watch him walk closer to Marco and I.

“You went behind my back,” I am shocked. I take a step toward him. But I come to my senses quickly.

This is my president.

“The club went behind your back,” Killer steps out of the shadows.

“Your brother was a bad man. He made really bad choices, we had to stop him. What you think he did,

and what he really did is on different wave lengths. You forgave him for killing your son, so we couldn’t

trust you with this. We had to protect the club.” River says.

"You all knew," I look at all of them. Killer’s hard emotionless stare doesn’t shock. He will always do as

he wants but River. I looked up to him, and this is what he did.

"Yes." Killer answers for the three of them. Yes of course they knew.

“How long.” I direct my question to Killer.

“The day Vincent came to see me with Deno. He told me that one of our own were related to a man

named Thorn. Didn’t take me long at all to know exactly who is the relative.”

I laugh, because this shit is unbelievable.

"She was always going to kill Thorn wasn’t she." I say it as a question but that statement answers itself.

"Yes. When Deno and I handed her that list we did it without guilt. Those men all raped Amariya. Your

brother was one of those men. She didn’t remember all their faces, but someone else did. Justice was

hers."

I close my eyes as I take in this information. Denying and saying my brother wouldn’t do it, would be a

lie. He once said he became obsessed with her, to what extent, I have always wondered.

I didn’t know my brother as well as I wanted to believe. He shocked the shit out of me twice in less than

three months but, he was still my brother.

“And the child?"

"The Child could be Lucca's or not. We believe that she was pregnant from two different people.

Mischa could be anyone's. But she is a Catelli now, so that point is mute." Marco says and a shiver

rises on my arms at the threat lurking behind his calm façade.

He is protective over Mischa.

“Will she ever get to see her kid.”

“That choice is hers, she knows that sacrifices must be made. Amariya has chosen the life she has.

She gave up her identity, gave it all to young Mischa. I hope my answers would be of help to you, I

know how it feels to lose a brother, I have lost two.”

I nod, "Congratulations on your marriage."

Marco gives me his dead smile, "It is bad luck to wish the groom before the actual wedding day." NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

"A wise soldier once told me we make our own luck. I never thanked you for all those years ago." It is a

good time as any now. Even with my head spinning.

"There is no need to. Look after Amariya that is all I want. She is my blood."

He walks out with River and the ghost. I remain in an empty warehouse. My mind, reeling.

My brother raped Beauty, he killed her babies. I want to say it is okay but I know it is not. I need time to

process this.

"So what is your plans?" Killer asks

"Today I mourn my brother. Tomorrow I bury him and Friday I'll finish that list you got from Diamond. I

suggest you and Amariya leave and hunt down Lucca. Tell her I said.... " I don't finish my words I leave

it hanging.

Honestly I am not sure what I want him to tell her.

"Your brother isn't the only one you lost Logan."

Killer leaves me with those words in the air. True to my word, I jump on my bike and head to my dad to

mourn the loss of my brother