Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4)

Chapter 61 (Beauty's Breath) (Zero)

“Well you should have come to me,” I bark at the man on the other side of the phone.

Killer, Bull and I have spent hours trying to track down a lead when we already had one in our Club.

Radar, a brother from our Houston chapter is that lead. He served with Killer and me last fall when we

did an S&R in Hong Kong.

“I want your ass on your bike in ten, then when you get here, I want to know the whole fuckin’ story, you

got me.” I clip the call off and see Killer and Bull staring at me with their ‘I'm waiting’ faces.

“Turns out Radar was asked to stay after the mission in Hong Kong, he had to fetch a test drug t95.

Said he only heard about the killings today and thought about the drug. The brother witnessed the first

set of trials when he got back to base but left soon after to do something for the Club. Only got back to

Houston last week, said some government agent rocked up at his place, threatened his sister, now his

sister is gone.”

Bull rubs at his short-cropped head, Killer nods but I can tell his mind is now on finding this girl.

“Got to get back and let everyone know. Send Beggar a message, tell her they need to get their asses

back to the clubhouse. Everything is saying that these fuckwads are here, it is time we call their bluff,”

Bull says and, in this moment, I see the brother we patched in all those years back.

We’re pulling off our bikes when Texas and Knight start running out of the clubhouse both carrying

heavy ammo. I remain on my bike as Killer swings off his and rushes to the two of them. The talk is

intense and my gut clenches at the stiff posture of Killer as he listens.

After less than two minutes they are all rushing closer to the bikes and Killer signals Bull and I to start

up and follow them.

We ride along the roads closer into town, passing the locals and further into the residential area until

we get to the school.

Spades bike lays idle on the pavement but the brother is nowhere in sight. My body tenses, preparing

for whatever is coming.

I pull off my helmet and grab my gun from the compartment I added to my bike a year back.

“What do we have?” I ask.

“"Neil Fitzgerald, thirty six, five eight, scar on his hand, he did four tours in the navy before he was

shipped to the Special Forces. He attacked Spade with a fucking crowbar, but the brother managed to

subdue him. He has him in the school's paint room. The Deputy is on his way. Spade said Neil was

askin’ for Jocelyn, school only knows her as Jo so they instantly alerted him. Prez is going to lose his

fuckin' mind." Knight debriefs us and the five of us run into the school.

When we get to the paint room Spade is sitting on a kids chair with a face towel stuffed with ice to his

head.

His nose is bloody. I give him a quick once over. His injuries aren't life-threatening, he'll be fine.

“He's there behind the shelves, we need to get him out of here before the kids see. The principal has

already informed the teachers to keep the kids in the class for another half hour, so we better high tail it

fast.”

I go with Bull and move the shelves. It takes both of us to lift the dead weight guy. I help lift him up and

swing him onto Bulls shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The brother heads for the door. We walk in the

passage and form a circle around Bull so the kid's view is obstructed if they decide to play peeping tom

and look through the classroom windows.

By the time we get to the bikes, Den arrives in River's cage and Bull shoves the man in the back.

“Sure fucker isn't dead?” Den snickers when he looks at the man in the back.

“No, he has a pulse, so if he comes to, just pray to that fuckin’ god of yours that your ass is at the

clubhouse,” Spade warns the prospect.

My phone rings as I sit my ass on my bike. I pull it out of my jacket pocket,

“You got my message?” I say to my woman whom I have noticed loves the phone.

“Yup, we’re leaving shortly. Mercy said you guys found something?”

I smile as I shake my head,

“You are as nosey as an old lady. Yeah, we found a guy. Well, what's left of him, Spade didn't like him

very much. You know how he is about first impressions.”

She snorts, “I would rather get knocked out by Spade than Bull, the man has a fighting chance. See

you now.” She puts the phone down on my ear and I look at it for a moment, is it me or is my woman

sounding strange.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Did Beggar not kiss your feet or some shit like that?” Spade asks

me.

“It's Beauty to Zero brother, chick got him pussy whipped,” Knight says before he slips on his helmet. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“You guys are just jealous,” I say as I slip on my gloves.

“Brother the day my dick goes into one woman and she starts expecting answers when she asks me a

question is the day, I'll shoot myself in the foot,” Texas informs me before he starts up his bike.

We all ride out together and head back to the clubhouse.