Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Zero “Nah, man I heard Bull snickered shot her four times.” Knight relays the story to Storm and I as we sit by the bar.Chadley, Whisp, Jade and Venus are all currently behind the bar serving the crowds drinks.The room all of a sudden erupts and my fucking heart almost caves in, fuck my luck.I down the rest of my brandy, and turn to the vision and reason of everyone here, and she is more fucking beautiful than when she left me.Her body is encased with black leather pants, a thick belt that has three hunting knives in the grooves, and legs that go on for fucking ever are covered with a thick pair of riding boots that are an easy four grand.I take in her leather jacket, it's a dark gray and the hood is material.My frown comes when I get to her neck as she unzips her jacket, and it gets more prominent when she looks at the guy carrying who I guess is an unconscious Harley on his shoulder. My gaze is impenetrable matching my changing mood, that is tumbling south, fast when

Beggar Casualties is what I heard some of them say. It is three days since The Clubhouse was attacked. Many of them died, some injured, others just playing down angry. Lucca's men attacked the Clubhouse, they invaded the Satan Sniper's privacy, put our children in harms way, hurt our women. I was lucky that night, and like always I decided to run, only Zero was waiting for me and so was Killer. So this time I decided to stay and fight. The Clubhouse was fucked, but the men and some contractors were sorting it all out. “How's that bottle, still hot?” I ask Mercy who is sitting on the floor of our hotel room kicking her legs like she is gone insane. All the women are stuck inside this Motel in Kanla's city while the men work hard to sort everything out. The other Chapters are full in the city, here to help get us back to our living space. “Yes, these fuckin' stitches are going to kill me if the pain doesn't.” “Stop whining, Bee get her one of those fruit loops from do

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Beggar 4 months Earlier“Are you going to just stand there, looking at me or give me a hug.” Lucca's eyes hide a secret spell as they entrance me with just that wide-eyed knowing stare.“Well, I guess that is exactly what you are doing,” He chuckles and I stand in his foyer of his hotel room, and watch as he walks closer.He engulfs me and a dark scented whiff of his cologne embraces me as I put my head against his chest, until all I can smell, see and feel is him.“I have missed mi Amor.” His words are now all I hear. The beat of his chest silent to his deep dark voice that covers me in a web of seduction.“Amariya.” The devil calling my name penetrates through my fog mind that still insists on remembering the sweet, bitter love I had for my husband, Lucca Sanati six and a half years ago.“Yo, what's up?” I rub my eyes, inhale a deep sounding breath in an attempt to hide my forbidden thought before looking up to Killer who is standing in front of the hotel rooms armchair I am s

Beggar I get a weird feeling that his thoughts are playing a deadly game of Russian roulette on his mind.On the streets I learned from a young age that there is never mistaking caution for paranoia.Those two feelings can be the single thread that separates you from the living and the dead. As sad as it sounds, it wasn't until I met my father, and he held a gun to my head that I figured that out.I was twelve, still learning the rules of survival, still hoping.I snort at the thought of how stupid and naïve I was at one stage.Killer enters the bedroom and I watch the devil as he grabs the charger next to the bed in silence, at ease, leaving Zero and I alone again.Killer has noticed Zero’s behaviour too.But we remain silent in verbalizing our worry, doesn't mean we are not watching Zero.“Killer's takin’ me to see Kylie today, I wanna go alone.”“I gathered as much, tell her I said hi.” He walks closer to me, opens his mouth to say something else but thinks better of it a