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

Chapter 50 (Beauty's Breath) (Beggar)

A lot can happen when you aren't looking. People can change. Sometimes in the weirdest of ways.

The woman sitting on the sofa staring at me is one of them- Kylie Bray, only she said I must call her

Frost.

When I walked into this suite, Vincent was drunk off his mind. He and I shared a few words, and as I

suspected he was gone after our little talk. And I finally got to spend some alone time with Kylie.

When I saw her sitting on the carpeted floor, in a room that once suited the billionaire girl, I just stood

there, knowing already she was different.

The air in this space is heavy even for me.

Vincent was drunk, out of his mind. He could barely look me straight in the eyes.

I wasn't getting a good picture. And when she looked up at me approaching, I was faced with a frozen

girl. It wasn't hard to nod my head and listen to her request of me calling her Frost, no it wasn't hard at

all.

Truth is, the longer I stayed the colder I felt. She was, but, a frosted version of herself.

I have been on the road for weeks now and up until today I have not dropped the need to see Kylie.

It has been a while since I have seen her.

The last time was a glimpse of her as the men dragged her out of the warehouse, away from me.

I wanted to know she was fine. But there is another reason I am here, and my friend though her face is

disfigured and she is half the person she was, I can see her fighting spirit trapped in there, somewhere.

She is begging to find her way.

“Maybe I should just learn to ride and then he'd leave me be,” I tell her once I get off the phone with

Zero.

We have been discussing Zero and Killer's behaviour in lengths.

The two of them have been in my space constantly. I can't leave the hotel without one of them, and

though I see why they are the way they are, I can take care of myself.

I was hoping to leave the hotel and the confines of Killer and Zero’s watchful gaze and deceptive eyes.

The two of them had made it such that at least one of them is always around me. It is almost as though

they can read my inner thoughts, like my true intentions are written all over my pale face.

Kylie gets up when her phone makes a sound and walks with a limp to the bathroom.

“I think whatcha need, is to tell ’em to both fuck off, do what you wanna do. There ain’t one reason why

you should listen to either of them. Zero can be an ass-hole on a good day, and Kevin, well my brother

never felt anythin’ other than the hardness of his dick, and the trigger on his finger but they still human,

both bleed, both are men, so put them big boots on and show’em the badass you keep all chained up.”

Her voice grows faint, with it comes to an overflow of dread as it fills my insides. I get up, knowing that I

need to follow Kylie.

I do, and head to the bathroom that’s suited for a king, or a queen in her case, with a sunken bathtub

that could easily fit four people, and double sink that has arrow designs in the marble and the grey tiles

that pale to an almost ash color.

“Oh, sugar, I'm not sure whether this is good or bad.”

My steps are unavoidable as I slowly move toward her standing form, and look at the small device in

her hand that has a very uncertain future planned out for me.

And as Kylie presumed before she urged me to take the test, she is correct. I am not sure either. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Those two lines, reminds me that it is time I finish what I started. I now have a deadline.

Staring into her brown gaze, the worry frowns that even Frost can't hide, I’m aware this is not going to

go well with Zero, since he is as much a part of this as I am.

“Kylie, we need to leave,” Vincent's voice cuts the air like a black evil whip.

I grab the stick and throw it into the bin next to the toilet.

“I wish I could cut out his tongue and shove it up his ass,” I mumble as my distant cousin walks in.

“I happen to like his tongue where it is for now, maybe in the future, if he doesn't stop calling me Kylie.”

And for the first time since I arrived here, we both smile as Vincent walks in.

“What are you two doing in here together? You know what, on second thought I don't want to know.

Kevin is downstairs waiting for you.”

I give Kylie a hug, ignoring her stiffness as I understand the need to not be touched.

Now I know the intimacy of it so well that it has weakened me.

Brushing my cousin’s shoulder, I walk past the seating area, and around the big glass table in the

centre of the room, and head straight to the door.

The place gives me the creeps, it reminds me of Lucca. Fake.

I sneer at the guards as I make my way to the elevator and press the ground button.

My nerves are struck, and I know if I lift my hands, I would find it shaking.

Today I found out something that would change my life, and possibly a lot of other peoples too.

Killer's eyes hide underneath his black sunglasses as he turns his head to face me when I open the car

door.

“Got the answers you wanted?” He asks, and I suppress the urge to call him a few very colorful words

when I plant my butt on the seat.