The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club
I stare at Zero, his eyes watch the man, remorseful at his brother's retreating form.
Knight however sits on the bed behind me.
“This really breaks my heart Beggar, I really thought I was getting in there any day now.”
I turn my head to the Italian biker. Knight is a charming male, a true Italian, a lady's man.
My hands leave Zero's neck, his stay firmly on my ass, a sign of possession. If only.
I see the playful glint on the Sergeant-at-arms and maybe it's because I'm in a compromised position, or maybe it's because I just kissed Zero, and he practically claimed me in front of his brothers but I reciprocate.
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