All Chapters of The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Beggar It's Friday, and five days since my training started. I've been focusing mostly on shooting and physical training. The shooting is going great. Killer said I'm a natural. No surprise there. The physical part, well that just sucks ass. My stamina is good but my strength is for shit. Venus suggested a high carb diet, so for the past three days my eating habits have increased to six meals a day. Not sure what good that's going to do, but what do I know. Killer and Zero are my primary instructors. That's what I was told by Zero the day he explained shit to me anyway but Killer is more invested which is fine by me. Zero is, well I'm not sure what he is but I'm just going to say he is generous, and his generosity spreads in the form of ‘allowing’ as Spade calls it; the others namely, Spade, Snake, Knight and Storm to train me in his place. Ofcourse that is unless Rounder makes an appearance then he’s there. Moody and full of shit, but he is there. My close combat training

Beggar My fingers start to go over his battle scars, because that's what they are. Zero is a soldier, a hero. His healed wounds are a myriad of memories, a reminder of what he endured for his country, for millions of people. My scars are for one, just one.My fingers dig in when I feel a knot on his lower spine. I close my hand into a tight fist then work his muscles with my knuckles losing myself in the process. My mother taught me how to massage. She was good at it, and insisted I learnt at least one thing from her. Time goes and my hands are red from over usage. It could be an hour or more I'm not sure. I'm just lost in the feel of his now heated skin under my fingers and knuckles and the human contact I've allowed myself. I don’t think of anything but my knuckles digging in this man's flesh.I should’ve paid more attention. The stiff posture of his shoulders, the heat coming from his skin. I should've understood the charge in the air but I didn't.My hand

Beggar “71..higher, 72…73...” Ever heard the saying you can take a horse to the water but you can't make it drink? Spade doesn't believe in that saying. I know because he told me over and over and over again. Whenever I'm tired, he pushes. When I can do no more, he forces. Spade believes I'm only a human and if he's there he can sure as fuck make me do it. “81, 82, keep those abs tight we ain't leaving until it's done, 83.” My stomach, neck, back, legs, arms and all the other places I don't know are throbbing, aching as I lift into another curl. Spade is relentless today. ‘It's for your own good’ my ass. My morning started crappy, it's just past 11am and it hasn't gotten better. “92… I don't see those abs tight Beggar.” The sweat drips from my forehead down into my eye.

Zero “Not sure man, spoke to the boys in Mississippi, Loui, Kansas. Dexter even went as far as New York, but we don't wanna be digging in Deno’s turf. He’ll take it as an insult and we might just find ourselves in a cross fire with the Famiglia,” Knight explains. I trust the guy, he’s Italian and a war with Famiglia will put Killer in a tight spot. We can't have that. We're all sitting in the basement. Our mind on one purpose, finding Jade. Either she's been kidnapped or worse, dead. After Beggar fled the room earlier, I destroyed half my bedroom. I was angry at myself for wanting her so bad, for losing control. I was furious with her for stopping me and also for making me this way. And those words, what the fuck was I thinking? I

Zero “Your sisters here, what's up your ass?” I ask him.Killer snickers, “My sister is here dumbass.” He follows the direction Storm went in.“His pride is a bit bruised. Beggar rejected his gifts this morning and hid out with Spade for over two hours in the training room.” Venus shakes her head. “Who does that? She's something.”“Didn't know they were hooking up,” I reply, feigning disinterest but inside I'm fucking boiling with rage. And this is the last thing I need now if my head is going to be clear to find Jade.“Not yet.” She sounds too certain. “How do you know?” The music stops along with the singing as I ask that question. At the same time Venus’s violet knowing gaze settles on me. A small smirk stretches across her face.“Same way I know you’re jealous, observation.” I glare at her and grind my teeth knowing I'm in a rut. Denying Venus’s suspicions or ‘observation’ is like telling Ki