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

Chapter 43 (Beauty's Breath) (Beggar)

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Death, the only part of our life already predicted from the moment our fetus is formed. The how’s, when

and where’s may vary, but we all eventually die.

Death is the finale of moments, only when that moment comes it’s lasting. The one thing in our lives

that is meant to last for eternity and even then, we aren't sure.

What comes after death? Now that is debatable and depending solely on the one who is doing the

answering.

The believers might say heaven or hell. A few religions may have some varieties on the name but the

places are the same. One meant for the good ones and the other meant for sinners. Some might be

convinced in the reincarnation of the soul or like the Atheist believe- the black space, nothing.

But who on this earth really knows anything but for the paths, we take to get there?

Now, while those paths we take may seem similar to 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 path. Our moments made up of our choices.

The circumstances leading to those choices might very well be due to other people, but they are null in

the bigger picture, devoid of relevance in the final outcome, death.

This, here, now, in this open parking lot with a gun in my hand, I pull the trigger, shortening his story. A

sudden death, more than he deserves.

I tell myself reasons be damned of why I shouldn't do it. In my case, the one with the gun in my hand, I

can honestly say that my reasons are the only thing keeping me going.

My eyes don't leave his shocked 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 his chest.

He would never understand how my 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.

Yet, even now, watching his fall, there is no victory felt, no relief of the sweet revenge promised by the

minds game of vengeance after the knight has its revenge. For after that moment like all sweetened

treats, there is a price that must be paid.

I look up into the bright Southern sky, waiting for something, a sign. But the sun doesn't call to the

sounds of murder, it does not hide behind the clouds screaming that this death was different.

Truth is, it is not some precious moment, it is just a life-altering one for me- the girl with the gun,

And him- the man who has now fallen to the parking lot floor, bleeding to death.

I should say I feel some remorse for what has happened, but I can't, it would be a lie. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

I was once a girl, who never wanted much besides a safe place to rest my head at night. Thorn was

one of the men that crossed my path and made that impossible.

He took from me twice, now I have finally returned the sentiment by taking his life.

“NOOOOOOOO.”

The scream coming from the being who just yesterday claimed to love me can be heard in the back of

my head.

I told him I will destroy him, I did. I never lied. There are moments in my life I wish I could take back, but

even watching Zero run toward his brother’s dying form, with his face in anguish- this is not one of

those moments.

“What have you done, why, WHY?” He screams at me as he drops to the ground next to his blood

brother and I don't need to say a thing. Really, what more can I say?

I just killed his brother.

I took the one thing from him that he loved more than anything in the world.

I ripped it out because I could.

I told Zero that we were doomed from that moment- When he grabbed that gun out of my hands.

The only chance we had was a moment.

That is what we are given in life, just moments before death.

“Get out of here, the cops are on their way.” Killer's voice has me swinging into action as I slip the gun

back in my holster and rush from the scene but even, I can’t stop the scream of the man I love that

haunts my ears.