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Chapter 134
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2025-08-21 04:05:38Beggar
old habits die hardTraining under the watch full craziness of Spade and the eager eyes of Mercy, I have almost completed my training as a Satan Sniper.One step closer to actually earning some real money. A step closer to finally finishing what I started years ago.Mercy has been teaching me how to hunt, she says I am a natural hunter. I am good with tracking and looking for clues which she calls marks.Last week I was given my first task, which required me to learn the joy of google and fast internet service which is called Fibre.I had no idea people could be found so easily. The job was to collect anything on a Lance Grant. Since then I have become a bit of an internet addict.“So you think they'd let us go?” Den has been keeping me company since I started cleaning the laundry room.He is currently sitting on the washer while I fold the last bit of laundry. The room is big and has a dishwasher, two driers and three washers.
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Zero The ride through town is uneventful except for the asshole who almost caused an accident next to me by the robot. It is closing on one when I arrive at the public pool where most of the murdered girls seem to have in common. The place is gated and I take a slow walk to the counter and ring the silver bell that has long past its days of silver. “Yes, can I help you?” A small meek voice asks and I look down to see a young female sitting on the floor with a sketch pad in her hand. She isn't looking at me, her glass covered face is stuck on the sketch pad, and I mean face, those glasses are fucking huge. “Yeah, need to ask you a few questions.” She lifts her head, drops her sketch pad carelessly on the cemented floor and stands up. Her black knee length skirt ruffles and I slowly look at her dress code. Her top is like five sizes too big. Her feet are bare, fuck, women only dress li
The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Chapter 138
Zero “Is River back, need to talk to him 'bout somethin',” I ask and keep my eyes pinned on Whisp who is the only one of the three not looking at me like I just committed murder. “Are you sure 'bout that something brother,” Killer questions me in that tone he uses when he is pissing me off as he sips his Heineken. “Sure 'bout what? You fuckin' asses didn't even invite me, where's the love,” Spade announces breaking my stare off with Killer. I take it as my queue to make tracks. “Hey, come sit your ass down and have a beer with me, had one fuck up of a day, but got news about a couple who's been staying 'round town,” Spade says, and I grab five cold ones for all of us before rounding the bar and planting myself next to him. If the brother got news I need to know. “Well?” Texas says as I twist the cap off my beer. “Went to check them out, guy checked out, but the female Cary Johnson, from Detr
The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Chapter 137
Zero I rather be tortured a million times over than endure this. How do I not choose her? How do I ever walk away from Beggar, the one woman who made me feel- I can't. It is impossible. Killer left after he put her down, I didn't get it, if he wants her why leave. Then again it was Killer, one never understands why he does what he does, so I would be wrong to assume. Beggar stirs and it feels like she locks this rope around my chest and pulls me in. I feel almost trapped, and I hate this fucking feeling. I get up and pull the door open, high-tail it out of the room as her soul hums to mine. Disinfectant clogs my sense as I rush down the stairs, straight to the bar. Killer, Texas and Whisp take up three chairs on the left, as I go around the bar, grab a bottle of Jack off the shelves on the wall and a glass from the counter. The cap is off in seconds and I pour the liqu
The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Chapter 136
Zero Life , love and choices Since Beggar has returned, I haven't witnessed an episode. I thought maybe she was better, now I know I just didn't want to notice. Since our time in the barn I have avoided her. I knew I was going to do it, I knew that moment was a selfish part of my doing. For that one moment I wanted to have her and I did. I walked away from her that day, moving on with Quinn. I was straight up with Quinn that night, I told her what I did, I gave her the chance to leave me, and she almost did. But the woman had a thick fucking skin and took it in stride. Not saying the shit between us has been a bed and fuck load of roses, she gives me shit about Beggar every time. But I let her, Quinn is a good woman, I know this now because if she wasn't she would've confronted Beggar about it, made a scene, did some
The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Chapter 135
Beggar I have never looked at photos of a dead person before. The freckles on her cheeks- dull, I examine the characteristics of what made her- her.My searching gaze doesn't miss the knife wounds around her upper right arm. One, two, three, four, I count in my mind.Venus hands me another and I take it. This one is a close-up of her nails that are indeed missing with one nail on her point finger that is stained red, like someone did a piss poor job of removing her nail polish.“The Church girl was found near water correct? Where was this body found,” I query, my attention trained on the pictures of a girl who probably suffered a painful death.If there is one thing I am good at is finding a target, been doing it for years.“Yeah, by the community pool, two minutes away from Saint Nicols. This one was found in the Lake, 'bout five miles North from here,” Knight answers from the opposite side of where Venus, Killer and I are sitting.Zero walks
The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Chapter 134
Beggar old habits die hardTraining under the watch full craziness of Spade and the eager eyes of Mercy, I have almost completed my training as a Satan Sniper.One step closer to actually earning some real money. A step closer to finally finishing what I started years ago.Mercy has been teaching me how to hunt, she says I am a natural hunter. I am good with tracking and looking for clues which she calls marks.Last week I was given my first task, which required me to learn the joy of google and fast internet service which is called Fibre.I had no idea people could be found so easily. The job was to collect anything on a Lance Grant. Since then I have become a bit of an internet addict.“So you think they'd let us go?” Den has been keeping me company since I started cleaning the laundry room.He is currently sitting on the washer while I fold the last bit of laundry. The room is big and has a dishwasher, two driers and three washers.
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