All Chapters of The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Beggar My palms get sweaty, I think fuck it. They are either going to accept me or not. This is who I am, this is me.Taking one last breath, I look straight into Killers eyes and say “Beggar.” I say it loud enough that they can all hear me. Killer is quiet and my confidence increases knowing that I managed to shut the devil up. “Fuck, I didn't see that one coming,” He cringes and my lip tugs. “You sure.” I turn my head to Storm’s question. “Yeah, Beggar,” I say, my tone firm. Storm’s lips thin showing his displeasure but he doesn't say anything else and I'm glad. He proceeds to lift my plate up and starts dishing me steak and sausage. My mouth salivates as my vision feasts on the yummy meat I'm about to eat. “Choose something else.” I miss the low voice, but my eyes immediately shoot to the owner, Zero, who won't look at me but his grip around the fork and hard line of his lips inform me that it's a good thing he doesn't. “No.” I give him his word back. Knig

ZeroTen minutes later the Prez has his answers. “Bull, Texas, Killer, Venus, Spade and Storm voted no to full member.” He hits his chest, reading on. “Zero suggests a job and partial hang on.” The Prez locks me with a fuming stare, his teeth grinding together, “She saved my daughter.”Yeah, if he was his full self, I’ll be under his boot by now.“She can barely stand to be touched, how is she going to go through the program? I'm not comfortable training her in combat if she's going to freak every time, I touch her.” Spade voices this from behind me. I'm not surprised he got there without me hearing it. He loves sitting in the same seat. Next to the stairs.“Afraid she’ll hurt your balls?” That comes from Snake. “Nah man, I’ll lose them.” They all laugh at that, even the Prez. Killer walks closer in. “I could do it,” He suggests rubbing the back of his neck.“Say what?” I ask. He rolls his eyes and walks to the vacant chair next to Snake, “When I took her upsta

Beggar I have a room. An actual room with a shower inside and my own toilet. Killer explained to me that I’d have to clean it up myself, but it’s mine to decorate as I want. No one has ever done anything for me, and this entire experience since I got here so far is so unreal, I wait for the show to end, for the players to stop acting and reveal their true selves. I wasn’t really sure how to feel about it last night when Killer opened the room. A bed big enough for two filled the center and a white dresser with a mirror attached to it took the left side next to the bedroom door. The one side of ‘my room’ has a window with two white wardrobes on either side. There's a bathroom behind a white door directly opposite the blue linen covered bed that's all mine. Small dim lights glowed from the white ceiling. It was too much that I just stood staring. I never stayed in anything half as clean. Half as nice. When he made to leave, I stopped him, asked him to stay while I fell off t

Beggar I'm standing in the barn. It's a wooden shed that’s as big as a house with high hooks hanging from the ceiling, well what's left of the ceiling. Lots of dry grass stacked up in high piles fill the place, which is for the horses. Call me dumb but I didn't know horses ate grass. On the corner is a long table pushed against the wooden wall with various tools lined up on the top.After lunch, Storm told me to walk to the barn and wait for one of them to meet me here and give me a run-down of the program and training I’ll be doing. The door to the barn is open and my feet are itching to just go outside. But Killer told me during lunch that the first rule about being a Prospect of The Satan Sniper’s MC is- listen to your instructors. And I have for twenty minutes. That’s how long I'm waiting under the hot Southern sky. The barn got half the roof missing, the part that doesn't have grass under it, the only place I can stand. The boisterous laughter from outside has me go

Zero She's staring out the window. That fucking hoody blocking her face. I'm going to burn that fucking piece of clothing, it's driving me crazy. I can't see her. I can't fucking tell if she's upset or what.We were walking toward my bike when I saw Falon standing on the porch outside. It's like she was waiting to see what I was going to do, and if I'm being honest, I was putting Beggar’s ass on the back of my bike. It was what I wanted, it just felt normal. Beggar was walking in front of me and that's where she was headed too. One glimpse at Falon’s hurt face had me turning around and going to my Jeep instead. My words were clipped when I told Beggar to get her ass in the car. The hood covering her face served as a barrier between us even as she did what I asked and I hated that something I did caused that. I felt her stiffen when we jumped in the cage. I'm not even sure why I care. These feelings are driving me up the wall. I don't wanna feel this shit. I've been conditioned