All Chapters of The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Kylie is wearing a one piece black and blue leather outfit with thick white gloves.She is bent over a bike that Killer calls a ninja. He said it is very fast. Kylie starts her bike up and salutes us, then she is gone.Killer shakes his head and touches my leg before we follow.This brings back memories of Zero and I. When I first met him, the night I jumped on his bike. I was wearing Storm's T-shirt with nothing underneath it.My hair blew and I felt free. For that time I wasn't someone with a past or present. I was just a girl, and I was free.Killer speeds up as we ride through Medina, Seattle. The most affluent area in Washington's largest city.My body hums as we ride through the quiet roads. I see houses that resemble castles.I know, I now live in one.We turn around a bend, my body moves with Killers.Zero once told me that I can't ride at the back of another brother's bike. He said it was intim

Kylie It is the logical thing to do. I can't just let this kid die, Beggar's child. I can't believe she has a daughter.“No.” She screams holding her throat, “Drop me there and leave.”I start the car, “You can't go alone, I'm going with you.”I send off an SOS to Kevin and drop my phone in the side door of my car so Beggar can't see it in case it rings.“You will die, are you ready to die,” her words scare me, but I don't answer that question because I honestly don't know the answer to it.Sometimes we have to make choices out of obligation and this, now is one OF those times.I won't be able to live with myself if I don't go and that little girl dies.So I don't really have a choice in the matter. I won't leave Beggar on her own.This is not a case of revenge for herself, but a rescue of her daughter.We drive the hour to this place, a docking space full of containers stacked up. My stomach is in knots and it has since darkene

ZeroThe Ghost  “I got three extra crates of glasses, and two extra of ash strays. Think everything is about done. How long before we open?” I'm sitting on the empty black tampered glass of our new club.Snake and I have been finishing off with the orders for the opening of our Night Club.  We've all been putting our weight on this, while searching for any new leads on Beggar.The Prez told us to focus on the new club and he and Killer would keep us informed on Beggar.“Not sure, with all our time split between looking for Beggar, the club, government calling us and this shit storm here, don't know, hopefully end of November.”He gets back to his tablet, and I stare at the small snakes tattooed to the side of his face.It is a small piece from our club emblem. Knight has the same ones on his neck.  Snake lifts his head, his green eyes are light that they look almost yell

Zero "Don't expect pity from me, you deserved that. You practically claimed Beggar when you fucked her and made it known to the whole club , and in less than a month you moved on from the woman who gave her fucking life for our women in this club. Now she's gone and Kylie too who is Killer's sister in case you forgot. ""Fuck." I mutter.I didn't know Kylie was taken, I did deserve it.“Why didn't you say Kylie was gone,” My tone is accusing and it is, because I am accusing him."It isn't my place, but as I said you deserve that."He leaves me in the basement and I start putting the chairs back. I feel more shitty than I did when I got here.Kylie is the one thing I know Killer loves in his own fucked up way.The one thing we all know he cares about and now she is gone because he couldn't trust us. He sent Beggar there, to Kylie, the one he trusts. I say this in my mind as the pieces to this puzzle fit.Killer must have known Beggar

Beggar A sealed fate The slap across my face isn't a hard one, but with the bruises around my jaw from the beating I took last night after I killed another one of Lucca's men, it stings like a bitch. “You should see how she screamed. Beggar, Beggar,” he laughs as he mimics Kylie's voice. Everyday, he shows me a small video, forcing me to watch what his men do to Kylie. It is fucking sick. I have experienced her torture for hours. For her, it has been weeks. I lost the number of days that have gone by. My mind closes in, my body weakens from lack of food, water and the amount pain I am in. But I welcome it, knowing that hers is so much more severe. I should be there and she should be here. For Lucca that is too easy for me. “Rape,” he said last week, “is something that once it happens the first time, the other times just don't hold a candle.” He doesn't know how wrong he is. It only hurts more. Every time a bit of your soul chips away until you got nothi