I was once a beggar on the street until I met him, Zero. He took me, fed me and clothed me. He convinced himself I was a damsel in distress. But what if I tell you I was once a beggar by circumstance, but when I got older, I remained one by choice. Zero thinks his love for me will change the direction of my bullet, but what he doesn't know is that his love for me will only delay the expiration date. Follow the lives of the Satan Sniper's as they learn about love and the women who will own them.
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“When I was younger, I was a beggar by circumstance, When I got older, I remained a beggar by choice.” The wind is colder today, makes me wish I had something warmer than the thin hoody I nipped off some kid two years back. I shiver in the small space between the bins hearing the raucous coming from the building I'm leaning on. A year ago, it was just a rundown 3-storey dump. From today, it'll be known as a club called, Lazers. The people scream and cheer. Their loud laughs echo in my dead soul. I've never known a day of being normal or having a hot plate of food to eat. I don’t even know what it feels like to have a bath. The streets of Washington have been my home since the day I was born. I think I stayed in the hospital a few times but I'm not sure, I was too young to remember. It's safe to say my mother loved me a little too much, because she wouldn't give me up. She rather I be born without a blanket to keep me warm than abort me or give me up for adoption. Many times, she explained things to me, she’d say that I was a love child, and my daddy would one day find us and take us to his home. But he never came, and my mother didn't seem too beat up about it either. As the years went on by, I learnt to survive on these streets, I even learnt to smile. Somehow by sheer luck my mother managed to get me in a school when I turned seven. I was the dirty kid. The one with lice in her hair. The pity child who was always taking the lunch or scraps other kids left on the back wall during break. By the end of the first year they called me Street girl. No one played with me, but I never let their words or actions bother me. I kept my eyes on my school work. My mother told me that if I focused on my grades and finished school, I'd be able to get a job when I got older. I remember just thinking that, we wouldn't have to stay on these streets. Shelters weren't an option; they were the worst place we could go. We once ended up in the one on 16th Street. We both had nothing to eat for two days. We were starving and I was getting weak. There was no other choice. My mother tried everything to get a buck but no one was feeling generous, not even for some scraps to eat. It was during my summer break. While most kids ate their bellies full in those weeks, I was lucky if I got one meal a day. I never had a full belly then, didn't even imagine what it could feel like, but I didn't complain. I was alive, had all my fingers and toes. Whenever I did complain about hunger pangs or frozen fingers my mother said I could've been unluckier. I could've been born without my arms or legs. My mother's sanity had been questionable from time to time but she never let me beg, even when I asked. She always stashed me in some corner behind a bin or in an alley. Sometimes on weekends I'd sit on the pavement watching the cars go by. But the day we went to the shelter was a bad day. I’ll never forget that day. The nip in the air sent chills in my body. My small feet tripping over itself trying to keep up with my mother's hurried steps. Her grip on my hand was so tight, it pained. We got there just as they were finishing up, and she rushed us straight to the queue for the free sandwiches. I think I was around eight. A group of the people who ran the shelter saw me that day. They tried taking me away from my mother by locking me in some storage room. I was screaming and crying. I remember how I bit the lady that pulled me away. I think I scratched her too, I'm not sure, it was a while ago. Somehow my mother managed to get me out of there and we kicked down, and didn't stop until we were at the river. We sat in silence and ate a slice of the tuna sandwich she had with her. She stole three sandwiches that day. I was old enough to know they always gave one per person. I wasn't sure how she managed that, but grateful, it kept us fed for three days. It was the first and last time we ever sort out a shelter. That was also the first time she warned me about the system. I remember her words, “You listen to me kid. Those houses they’ll put you in are far worse than living on the street. You can never get caught; you hear me.” I stared at her crazy green eyes, and knotted black hair, then I nodded. My mother’s face was hollow, and her wrist so fragile, sometimes I feared she might just break and shatter into thousands of pieces. But she was tough and kept me safe. She said bad things happened to the kids in the system. Many people thought she was crazy. Mad. But I believed her.Sienna I can’t hate Tash, I can only love her. She is my best friend, my cousin. Killer is a man that never got a taste of sweet, Tash can be that for him. He needs sweet, not a bitch. Not me. I have so many skeletons in my closet. The look he gives me, sensing my thoughts, says maybe I am right. “Let me take him for a bit,” Natasha whines in a sweet voice. I wait to hear the no, but I don’t. I watch him actually give Kaleb to her. That is a first, even I have to fight Killer for my boy. Not sure why it pains, but it does. I drop my gaze aware his are steel, making the room cold as he stands there after Natasha moves away with Kaleb. “Leave.” His voice whips the air and I am not stupid to know he is talking to everyone else. That is Killer, still a bossy Stone. Always getting his way. I remain on the floor, refusing to look at his face because it will mean staring up at him, and now that we are alone I don’t w
Sienna Beggar and I decided to stop at the shops for some ice-cream. We got back to the clubhouse an hour ago. I’m sitting in front of the television on the carpeted floor trying to watch The Flash, I am a huge Marvel fan. I had a collection of comic books to prove it. Kaleb is on his back kicking his legs, fist in his mouth talking in his loud baby language. Frost, Mercy, Beggar and After were taking up the one long seater, whilst Bull and a biker named Radar took the 2 seater. The two of them stayed with us in case something happened. The club was overly cautious. Natasha hasn’t gotten back as yet, since her ride with Killer. My doing. I couldn’t tell her she couldn’t go on a ride with Killer, because it made me jealous. And frankly I doubt it would have made a difference since Killer was dead set on going for a ride with Natasha on his back, and at that stage I doubted that whatever I said would have changed the outc
Sienna“So ladies, it’s time to ride,” Spade says rubbing his hands together.“As is customary, the bride needs to sit on her haunches, Hannah and Beggar as well. No married women allowed,” Snake voices as Hannah points to her belly. Beggar just ignores them, and talks to After. I smile at her no care attitude. I can see why Zero chose her. “What must I do?” Natasha asks.“You can ride with me,” Killer says and my heart drops, like someone just threw ice water and woke me up from a dream.“Get that shit out of your head, I need to do this,” Killer says. “What? Go fuck my cousin?” I yell, and get up walking away.I leave the table and Killer follows me to the kitchen where Mercy and Knight stand by the sink washing dishes. “What’s the problem SIENNA? You have my ring on your finger, we just got married,” He asks and that is the big question isn’t it. What is Sienna’s problem?
Sienna“Sin,” Killer yells again, and I am so close to the point of strangling him if he calls my name one more time. He was up at the crack of dawn and already showered.I woke up three times during the night to feed Kaleb without any help since Mister didn’t want anyone in our bedroom when the door was closed.“I’m coming,” I snap trying to get my jeans up my ass. He takes me to a church with Kaleb at the back of the car. We jump out and Mercy, After, and Frost are waiting outside. My cousin looks sexy in a white figure hugging dress and black heels. Mercy is wearing a purple number and After has on a pants suit. Their hair are styled and makeup done to the 9’s. I look down at my jeans and then at my boyfriend, who is holding Kaleb to his chest, also in a suit. “Don’t look at me, you wanted to wear jeans.” Boy does he look sexy in his shades.“Come on, the service is about t
Sienna3 months laterThings with Killer were good, we didn’t talk about the file since that day. And no one talked about the day he wanted to kill me. The clubhouse was on locked down but we still spent our days in the river and riding the horses which I later found out was Killers. I went through Diamond’s videos, but I always felt I was missing something. Killer got Michael to add other cameras in the place but something wasn’t adding up. Our interaction with Michael was good not just for Killer, but for Frost. She was texting him again and it made a difference to her life.We didn’t make love, and it wasn’t for my lack of trying. But whenever I kissed him and I made a move for his pants he bolted up and made some excuse about something he had to do. I didn’t mind, because we spent our nights in the same bed.Kaleb was getting big and sitting up and he looked like a small mini me. Fros
Sienna"I can't Kevin." A tear slides down as I push him back."What are you scared of Taylor, I already know who you are.""Don't call me that," I snap at him."But that is who you are, Taylor Sinclair.""Who I am? This!" I pull at my cheeks, I point at my nose and circle my face, "Isn't me, I’m a fraud, a plastic surgeon’s makeup."He grabs my wrist again, "You are not that inside. You are the girl who drank my shitty milkshake 20 years ago, looked me in the fucking eyes and told me it was the best milkshake you’ve ever tasted. That girl, with brown hair, dimpled cheeks and light fucking green eyes that have haunted me, every night for ten fucking years. The only difference is now she is shaded by life. But not that." "I’m the girl who tried to kill her sister’s father out of jealousy, the one you kicked out of her home." He frowns, and swallows, "You that too, but how the fuck where you suppos
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