The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club

Beggar After that my mother always spoke to me about her life when she was younger, and the dangers she faced after entering a foster home. At the ripe age of ten, I knew the horrors I’d face if I was taken away from her. The rape and the abuse were what I dreaded the most. But I was born unlucky, because my mother got sick. She was diagnosed with stage three lung cancer and didn't last two months after we found out. I was just twelve when she died. There were no parting touchy words she passed on to me. No tears. She just looked at me from the hospital bed. And carried on looking even after the monitors blared through the room, even after the nurse lifted me up off the ground and carried a struggling me out of the room. I could've maybe told myself that she smiled a little but I couldn't bring it to the forefront of my mind to have such foolish thoughts. It was the same day, November 8th, that the system swallowed me in. I had no choice. Forced into it a

Zero I speed up the incline at seventy miles per hour, my bike is killing it. The smell of burning rubber is doing no justice to the actual heat my Harley’s taking. If the cops flashed me now, I'd be fucked. Not only did I leave my license back at the room we’re staying in, but the club has no jurisdiction in DC. The old deputy, Willis was shot a few weeks back. Although the bullet grazed him, he took his family up North for some desk job. The Prez didn't wanna bust the man's balls. We don't even have a chapter this side and hardly spend time in DC to really care enough to bribe him to stay. The women wouldn't stop nagging about seeing the new club that opened up tonight which is the only reason we're here now. I was in no way driving 23 hours so they could dance in some club because some punk ass Rockstar was attending. My first vote was no but Chadley talked my woman, Falon into going. I waited for her to say something, but she didn't. One of the new prospects, Den brou

ZeroWe start walking, the other girl following behind Falon, until we stop where I parked my bike. The cops are already stationed, ushering people out of the way, so they can close the doors. No one gets in or out.I pull the girls to my bike, hearing the roars of my brother’s bikes coming up the road.The three of us wait for them. Storm turns his black chrome and parks it directly in the middle of all the chaos whilst the others stay on their bikes and park across the street. He pulls his helmet off and I notice his cut missing. A quick look across the road, I know the others are also missing their cuts. They were obviously warned in time and decided not to draw the unwanted attention.The faded jeans and white t-shirt I'm wearing makes me blend in too. I watch Storm ruffle his brown hair until it's all pushed back. His eyes scan the bustling crowd, until it lands on us. I got Falon’s hand in a tight grip, and she's holding the homeless girl’s arm. So, she doesn't like

Beggar He watches me while I slip my hair under my hood. “Ok, no touching, got it, you want a bite?” “Yes, something cold. I'm waiting for that hot meal you promised me.” It's true. He bursts out laughing, and I can feel the change in atmosphere. Years on the street teaches you something that no amount of training ever will, A sixth sense. When we parked, the other bikers were easy and calm, now the tension is thick in the air, and all the biker's eyes are on us. I drop my head, Storm notices it and he turns his back to me. I look up and instantly catch Falon’s boyfriend watching me. Storm walks a few steps, then spins around opening his arms, “Well? You wanna eat or what?” I swivel my head to face him fully. A small smile paints my lips realizing he’s talking to me, and quickly I run after him, “I never say no to food!” He laughs again as we enter the garage shop with Falon and her boyfriend in tow. I don't stare at either of them, even though with my hood

Zero I expect Wisp to go straight for the girls but she surprises me by going back to Texas who instantly starts walking her away. I follow behind them so I can get Falon, who is huddled up between Venus and Chadley, all the while ignoring my traitorous dick. “I do stink. It's not safe on the streets if I’m clean.” Those words pause me in my track, she says it loud so we all hear her. I've never heard a female's voice so raspy before.Soon after she speaks, Knight and Storm are laughing at her confession, no doubt trying to lighten the mood and hopefully save the poor girl some embarrassment.I don't look back even though I want to. I head straight for Falon, her blue eyes lost when she sees me and I know I've fucked up. I've been worried about another mysterious woman without a fucking name. Getting my dick hard for a pretty face, when the woman I plan to claim as my own and have a future with was almost raped. Shit, I fucked up big time and I know I got to fix it. I touch Fal