All Chapters of The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Beggar Only Zero once whispered how he liked my fucked up voice, he said it made his dick so hard."I can't even look at you right now," he slams the hammer on the wooden table.Months ago his display of anger would have made me jump, now I stand watching him as his actions tell me more than the words he tries to hurt me with.And the sun is my witness that he looks fucking sexy doing it.I should leave now. I tilt my head, my eyes squinted on the man who is angry because he is trying to deny me. Convincing himself we are nothing.But I know that nothing has to always be nothing. It can't come from something so strong, then suddenly die and be nothing.There is always something there.“It's too bad, because I don't think we'd have another chance to talk about this.”“If you looking for redemption you are not gonna get it from me, so leave me the fuck alone.”I take a few steps closer to him, and laugh at his words, “I accepted m

Beggar Zero is a man who probably belonged to the Vikings. A man born to protect innocent people, kill his enemies. Much like me, only my plight for vengeance has overshadowed everything else in my life besides one person, one baby, an innocent girl who didn't deserve the deal she got. “I don't want you to go, stay, help me.” His honesty is a surprise as much as the small smile playing on his lips and I find myself standing next to him and taking the white cloth he hands me. A silent tear slips down my eye, as I realize that even knowing that I will kill his brother he still offers me a smile. I don't hope as I wish to, I don't think or imagine a future as I want to. I pick up a piece of the gun and stand with my shoulder brushing his arm and I help him clean the gun. We don't speak after that, hours go by as the day dims. We are quiet, our words non, not when he kisses me again, not when ta

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

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

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