All Chapters of The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Zero Seattle is one place I dread, more than DC. The city brings back a notable amount of memories, bitter ones at most.I swing my leg off my bike and shove my helmet into my saddle.The restaurant is a glass encased feeding hole.If I am to describe it, I would say its uptight formal taste is too much for me. But not for the man I am meeting today. This set up fits him like a glove.Since I left Kanla with Beauty and Killer to hunt Lucca, something has played on my mind, bugging me.It’s insistent.The last time something nagged my brain this much I ended up taking a bullet in my shoulder and lost three men because one of my men betrayed me on the battlefield. Turning to the enemy.It was the first time I met a shadow soldier as dangerous as Killer.But where Killer feels nothing, this soldier felt everything as if he was the one betrayed.He saved my life that day, taught me that a man without emotion is deadly but a man with

Zero He has the nerve to look ashen, “Yeah, Amariya was having twins, two girls, and I was going to deliver the babies. Only, there were complications and by the time I got the first one out, there was so much blood. We were on the corner of the road, I’d managed to call the ambulance, but Amariya insisted she pushes. The baby was screaming, and I had to put the infant in the car, to get the other one, but that one was already dead. Once the ambulance came, Amariya was in hysterics, going crazy. When we asked them, what happened they said the baby suffocated, Amariya had it in her head I killed her baby.”“Then what happened?”“Then I waited a few months, the first thing she did when she left the hospital was hand her baby to Deno, who I had followed. Found out where the baby was taken, then I went back for Amariya, but by that time she was gone, vanished. Few months later people started dying in numbers and Beggar was the name whispered on the streets of Washing

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Beggar And for the first time since I arrived here, we both smile as Vincent walks in.“What are you two doing in here together? You know what, on second thought I don't want to know. Kevin is downstairs waiting for you.”I give Kylie a hug, ignoring her stiffness as I understand the need to not be touched.Now I know the intimacy of it so well that it has weakened me.Brushing my cousin’s shoulder, I walk past the seating area, and around the big glass table in the centre of the room, and head straight to the door.The place gives me the creeps, it reminds me of Lucca. Fake.I sneer at the guards as I make my way to the elevator and press the ground button.My nerves are struck, and I know if I lift my hands, I would find it shaking.Today I found out something that would change my life, and possibly a lot of other peoples too.Killer's eyes hide underneath his black sunglasses as he turns his head to face me when I open the ca

ZeroHer black eyes nonchalant at best. She has no regrets for the life she has lived. It makes me wonder if she really will kill my brother.Not if he kills her first.The thought has me frowning and leaves a sour taste in my mouth.“What does that have to do with what we looking at now?” I ask her, ignoring the horrific scenes playing in my mind of her killing Thorn, him killing her. Me killing her, Killer taking me out. Fuck. The reminder that my girlfriend is a killer doesn’t sit well with me.Beauty doesn’t seem phased by my question in the slightest as she wipes her mouth and says, “The teaspoon in an ass full of sugar says that the killer we are looking for had time on his hands, as well as a creative idea of torture. Meaning we're searching for someone who used to do that sort of thing, you know, get information, and maybe interrogate people- that sorta shit. Same with the other victims, the nails clipped off, stained fingers. This to me is all leading to people who ar