All Chapters of The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Zero “I'm not beautiful, I'm a filthy dirty beggar, I'm a filthy dirty beggar, let me go please, I'm a filthy, dirty, beggar.” “No!” My voice is firm and stern as I rest my head on her shoulder. “You know I can't do that; I'm never going to be able to let you go. You got me in fuckin’ spades woman. I know I hurt you this morning, you gave me something special and I fucked up. But I came back, had to clear my head, think shit through, and you know what I thought, you know who I thought about? You. Who's the one I want? You. Who is the one I care about? You again. Who would I die for? You. I'm going to leave Falon because there's no point wasting her time. And you and I are going to explore this between us, ‘cause Beauty this what we have, this thing it’s fuckin’ crazy. Somethin’ we gotta hold onto, this don't happen for anyone, but it's happening between us and I know you got some hang ups and I got th

Kylie Bray “Yup, she's knocked out, probably going to be for a couple hours. But I don't wanna leave her alone. Up for some t.v.?” “No thanks, gotta get back to Diamond. She needs to eat, can't leave her too long,” I shrug. He doesn't need me to elaborate, he knows that Diamond will go days without eating or bathing while she gets stuck in the web of her mind unless someone forces her to do it. Unlike my brother Michael who has control of his ‘genius’ and uses it rather than let's his mind use and control him. Diamond is the ugly and dark side of a living genius. She's the one the t.v. shows won't tell you about. She's the genius that the governments capture and keep in deserted places to carry out their sick work. Diamond is a weapon. She is what you won't see coming. She acts normal for

Beggar My head rests under a soft pillow, but my body is engulfed in strong, warm arms. I'm safe. I must be under angel wings because I've never felt safe before. Did I do it? I ask myself. Am I dead? Did I finally take the shortcut? No, I scream, no, I can't be, I’m not done. I'm not ready to die yet. “Sssshhh, Beauty, I got you. You safe,” I hear the voice. It's familiar, welcoming, but frightening at the same time. I wanna run from this person, but I don't wanna leave. Why? Will I hurt him too? No, I don't hurt anyone. I scream, “I’m a filthy, dirty beggar. Filthy dirty beggar.” “Wake up Beauty, you need to WAKE UP,” The command has my eyes fluttering. I take a deep breath in as my body sighs with unaltered relief. I'm not dead. I'm still surviving.

BeggarStaring into his depths I know that I want to be his, I want to be owned by a hero just one time, but just like that I'm reminded that I am someone else's possession, a beautiful monster, who will never let me go. He will always search for me; he will always find me.“Tu sei mia mendicante.” You are mine beggar. Those were the last words he whispered to me, two years ago, the last time he found me. The thought should scare me, should leave me in fear but I find myself resigned. I had 5 years to accept my fate. 5 years to accept my chains.I hide my turmoil as I stare into this man’s harsh face, this man that keeps the monster away. By doing that I also hide my fate but I'm determined to live in this moment, for once I just want to live in this moment. Can’t I just have that?“You gonna jump on the back of my bike, gotta meet my dad woman.” I'm taken back by that and the serious look in his eyes. I drop my hand

Beggar"Beauty look at me please." I spin around and stare at his sullen face, "What do you want Zero?” I sigh, “My name is Beggar, it's not beauty, it's Beggar, okay, I said it was good. We good, we said what we had to say, don't worry about it. How many times are you gonna keep apologizing?" His face crumbles, and I feel that tug as my resolve slides a fraction."Until I stop feeling like shit." I nod once like I understand then turn back to my job. I don't want him to be here. Why can't he leave me alone? Zero is creeping in my thoughts, slowly stealing my mind a second at a time. I've done good these last few hours. I haven't thought about him, haven't thought about his promises and kisses, I haven't thought about his ultimatums. This day with Zero has been a world wind of numerous emotions that are confusing and dangerous. "Can't we just go for a walk. And talk." I turn back to him, glad that my hair is tied up and h