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Chapter 59 (Beauty's Breath) (Beggar)
Chapter 59 (Beauty's Breath) (Beggar)
There is never a time to tell someone that their brother or sister aren't perfect, that their sins were
unforgivable, but Zero is right, it is another day’s problem.
We ride for a few hours, stopping at a gas station. Zero keeps his hands in my jeans pocket when we
get an energy drink from the short stop.
He makes a big display of sneaking his hands up my vest when some other bikers stop for some gas.
They are wearing cuts with an emblem that I can't see. Zero says the motorcycle club is called The Sin
Riders and that they are 1%ers. Zero explains that they are a small motorcycle club that live in Liston
Hills.
“I can't believe you chased that man down, and I thought Killer was a nut job.” I shake my head as I slip
my helmet on my head, watching Zero saddle the bike.
Once he starts the machine up, I grab his shoulder and swing my leg over. My ass on the seat, and my
one hand around his waist.
Since we’ve left Kanla to hunt down Lucca, I have been much more daring with the way I act on the
bike. Zero likes it.
He says it takes a level of trust to be so free while someone else is riding.
I wanted to tell him I don't fear death, or the idea of getting hurt, but something told me that wouldn't be
something a woman would tell her man while he was giving himself credit.
“Did River say anything about me looking at those dead girls’ bodies?” I ask him, through the ear and
mouth piece he connected in our helmets, “Yeah, You, Mercy and After are going to the morgue first
thing tomorrow.”
The night is dark, the stars and moon are both missing, and while a lot of bikers don't like riding at
night, my man loves it.
I noticed things about Zero this past month. We might have been hunting down my husband but I think
we were also learning about each other.
He is still here, so whatever he learned about me must not be so bad. Except that I want to kill his
brother
“Did you tell River about my theory?”
“Yeah, babe, Killer and I both backed it up. River has agreed that narrowing the search down to just
interrogators and torturers is an option. He also doesn't want to be hit off the wrong train missin' a lead,
so we try this way, it works, great, if not we try another way.”
“Are you driving a bike or an old car, pick it up,” I tell him, and just like Zero he squeezes my leg before
the bike goes faster. The vibration between my legs makes me hornier than when we left the
clubhouse.
The thought of us crashing and the baby in my stomach dying, our baby, has me fast rethinking my
decision as we push harder.
I squeeze Zero's stomach, a telltale sign to slow and he does, going steady. I know he is great on a
bike but I am never putting my life in a man’s hands again.
There was a time I loved a man with everything in me. I put my whole existence in his hands and
handed him the one key to my soul, my heart, Amariya.
He took it, abused it, and tossed it like the garbage I was. I can't let my feelings for any man ever cloud
my judgement, ever change my mind, not even the Enforcer of The Satan Snipers.
It's a long ride back to the Clubhouse but we take it in stride, bending the roads. Zero explained that us,
stopping somewhere for a drink wasn't the smartest of decisions with so many people out for blood. I,
better than a lot of people understand his meaning.
Having had a price on my head for so long I don't know how it feels to live any other way, besides the
one where you are cautious, and always prepared for the worst.
“So I heard we having a patch party, what do we do there?” I ask as we park the bike in his parking
space next to Killers.
All the lights are still on in the Clubhouse and I can hear Texas and Knight talking somewhere outside.
“I could tell you but, I'll kill the surprise,” Zero answers me as we both remove our helmet. His hair falls
in his face before he pushes it back with his hands. The sides of his hair is cropped close to his skin
and the middle is so long that he could tie it up.
“I am helping with the set up, how am I going to be surprised.”
“Smartass.” He puts his helmet under his arm and takes my helmet from my hand before his free arm
goes around my shoulders and fingers on my left breast.
We walk to the porch steps like this, as a sense of Deja vu makes this moment one I will remember
more than most.
“So I was thinking that we should go for red and green.” I hear Jades voice as we enter the clubhouse.
We walk straight to the lounge area and my eyes bug out as I see all the new stuff. The walls have
been painted a light sand tinge. The sofas are now a dark brown leather that looks expensive. But my
attention is drawn by the big television mounted on the wall.
Jade is currently standing in front of the monstrosity in a low cut jeans and a short top that shows her
dragon tattoo on her stomach and the tail that goes down to her pelvis. Her black hair is cut short in the
front of her face, shaping her chin and the back is longer stopping on her tits.
Zero pulls me to the sofa nearest to us. I sit my ass down as he places our helmets on the side table
before doing the same.
Venus laughs at Jade, “I told you, I don’t need your help, Mercy, Hannah, Beggar and I will be handling
it.”
“But I am better at this,” Jade argues.
Spade walks in, I look up at him hoping that he didn’t remember I had a session an hour ago which I
missed.
His body is sweating, and the vest he has on is sopping wet that I am sure if I squeezed it his sweat will
drop like water.
“What the fuck are you two bitching about now?” Spade asks before he gives Zero and I chin lifts.
Not sure what happened between him and Jade since I first left, but she avoids him like I once tried to
avoid Zero. This time is no different as she marches out the lounge and through the passage.
I see Spades jaw tick as he pinches his lips together.
“Just give her time to come to terms with it,” Venus says to him. A sharp nod is all she gets from the
soldier before he storms past all three of us and follows in the same direction as Jade.
“So where did you two go? I wanted to go over the color scheme Mercy and I picked out for Friday with
you and Hannah.” Venus says standing up from her seat and walking closer to Zero and I.
“Took a ride, stopped for gas and saw Future with a few of his clan at the garage.” Zero answers as his Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.
hand goes to my left leg and Venus sits on the armrest, right next to me.
“What are The Sin Riders doing so far from home?”
“Not sure, they were headed South, maybe just passing thru.”
“Hey, you never said anything about my hair,” Venus voices as she flings the mass to the front.
“I noticed all the women's hair are different,” Zero squeezes my thigh.
“There is a new salon that opened up near DJ's club a week back. We worked out a sweet deal with
the owner, got our hair done for half the price, you and After are booked in for next week,” She says,
smiling at me.
“What? I don't want my hair cut,” My voice sounds extra rough as I say this for the millionth time.
Venus and the girls have sent me messages this past month, most of it revolved around my hair.
Venus rolls her eyes, “A little bit shorter won't kill you and she needs the business, you agreed last
week on the group chat, Beggar.”
I say nothing to that. We both know I ain't agreed to shit. I am not happy to have anyone put scissors
so close to me.
We talk about the color scheme we would be using for Friday, which is going to be Royal blue and
black. I know nothing about decorating or planning a party and Venus senses that so she doesn't ask
for my input but does give me a list of stuff to do.
Bull walks into the room and I can tell he is sober because he isn't staring off into space when he sees
the three of us.
He comes and seats himself right next to Zero and starts talking about tomorrow and some lead he
wants Killer, Zero and him to chase first thing.
I try to listen but Venus is talking to me so I tune the men out and focus on her.