All Chapters of The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Beggar Shut up and driveThe place is dead, and the sun is shining at its highest peak.We've been here at the river for the past hour.After got off the phone five minutes ago, “So you ready to take down a chick.”After just finished debriefing me on the conversation she had with Mercy.We are now searching for a twenty seven year old woman who is a killer, drugged with some heavy scientist shit that made her bat-shit crazy. After said we need to kill first when we spot her. “I'm not killing her, I'm finding Stacy, you can kill her.” I tell After as I walk slowly along the river keeping my eyes open.“Why do I have to do all the fucking killing, it gets annoying after a while.”“You should ask River,” I suggest.My foot catches on something that isn't pebbles or rock and I stop, take a step back, bend to my haunches and move the sand a bit so see what it is.“Fuck it, I think I will do just that, I'm

Beggar My nostrils flare as his gaze becomes serious as it locks on the person behind me and I don't need to be a smart ass to know it is Quinn.“Why couldn't you ride with After,” Quinn says in a shout as I pull my gloves off and turn to her.Her curls are all loose and open, she resembles a doll in nurse clothes.I look at her, and smile. It is funny how she thinks I'm a threat.If she only knew how Zero fucked me and left me to go be with her, I doubt she'd even give me a glance.“Quinn now isn't the time,” Zero says, and I move to leave but she grabs my arm and I stop.My eyes slowly track down to her hand on my arm, which she drops, and I scowl at her.“I ain't never fought for a dick before and I ain't certainly going to stand here and waste my time while you do it.”My head turns to look at Zero and his eyes are hard glints pointed on me.“Sort your woman out, I'm not allowing her a next time.”My threat is clear and I ignore Spade, Texas and After watching the show

Zero I frown but don't say shit, it feels like Beggar is walking past my grave, like she is forgetting I exist.From the corner of my eyes I glance to my brother's seated body and harden my resolve. She is the reason he can't walk, he is on a fucking couch.He is also looking at her, and I expect anger but it is not anger on Thorn's face but something else, something I don't fucking like, because I can't understand it.“Now no woman can ride on your man's back, we good.” Beggar knocks me a new fucking one when she smiles at Quinn, her words chilled, there is no fucking malice. Quinn smiles back and I watch them exchange a hug.Beggar gives me her back, and begins to leave and I feel an instant loss. She turns her head and my mouth opens as her hair swings to the side when she does it. She looks right at me, and it is like she knows so much, it is like she is looking in my soul, understanding why I did what I did and telling me she is okay with it.

Beggar “Bull you go around the back, Beggar and I'll take the front, Rest, Scurry and Winner you three go inside and make sure she doesn't leave,” Killer orders from his vantage point next to me. We are sitting in a white van in the back of the Walmart Market in Tampa Florida. Five weeks have gone since we've left Kanla. Killer, Bull and I met up with the others in Houston and tracked Harley, first to a secret laboratory in Dallas. The woman got me good when we managed to get her and knocked me out with a metal baseball bat on my head. She got away and we searched for three days until we got our next lead at the old testing facility in Kentucky. There she went bat shit crazy and starting shooting at us, but she did manage to get more drugs. We found this out because she dropped one of the vials. Killer was getting pissed more and more as we kept losing her. Rest wasn't helping th

Beggar “Have you even been inside a Walmart store,” Rest asks Killer and I don't stop the snort coming from my mouth.His blue eyed gaze glowers at me, and I rub my nose and drop my eyes to the floor to hide my smile.“She's heading for the check out, I think we should make sure she checks out, and you and Begs can get her in the car, put one of those sticks in her neck,” Winner suggests.Killer looks at me up and down, before his jaw hardens and he says, “Yeah good call.”My eyes widen at that, and I can say I am impressed.Killer and I had a lot of 'conversations,' what many would call screaming matches about him bossing people around.I explained to him that having no emotions, or lack of feelings didn't mean he was always right, sometimes other people were also correct.“She is at the cashiers till.”Killer stands so still, before he is running, and when I say running I mean he is sprinting as if his life depends on it.