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

Chapter 68 (Beauty's Breath) (Beggar)

“Are you coming to the school today?” I ask Zero as he slips on his boots.

A month has gone by since the patch party.

We have found most of the soldiers involved in the t95 testing thanks to Diamond, The Sin Rider’s

Princess.

There are still two of them out there, but that is a job for the military now.

My hunt for Lucca has taken a back to my life since I can't really do anything dangerous while I am

pregnant. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Yup, told ya, if I can't see you...”

“I'm too far, I know,” I roll my eyes as I finish making up the bed.

Zero picks up the three pillows and starts putting them on the bed as I start grabbing his empty beer

cans.

“How's my son.”

“Still here.”

“I can see that, when is our next appointment?”

“Two weeks.”

Zero walks up to me and puts his hands around my waist as I open the drawer and pull out a denim

shorts and a light green t-shirt.

“I'll meet you at the school in a couple. Mercy will drive in with you, Harley and Harlow, I got some shit I

need to do quick.”

“Did Killer call?” I ask Zero.

“Not yet, but he will.”

A few days ago, I found out that Michael Stone, Kylie and Killer were working together to bring down

the trafficking ring owned by Lucca.

Kylie was going to go in and look for the girls. I wanted to join her but River said I had to keep a low

profile with the baby and Kylie didn’t want me to know.

If Lucca knew I was pregnant he won't be as forgiving.

A shiver runs through my body as the thought of what he will do to me takes my mind. A sure way to

dampen my mood.

It is another hour later when we get to school. It’s a Saturday and besides the soccer team that is

currently on the ground, the school is empty.

I spot Jo dribbling the ball before she passes it to a small boy. She must hear Spades bike as he parks

it next to the 4x4.

She lifts up her head and starts waving her hands around thinking we can't see her.

I wave back and Mercy starts whistling loudly also flailing her hands.

“You look like you on crack,” I tell as her breast jiggle.

“Says the one with a fat ass and an even bigger stomach.”

“It's called being pregnant, it is a temporary size.”

“pssst, keep listening to Knights bullshit when he brings those doughnuts and you won't be able to see

your feet pretty soon.” Mercy looks pointedly at my swollen feet.

“You eat those doughnuts just as much as I do and you only eating for one.”

She looks down at her jean covered legs, then at her boobs that are barely held together by a silver

button-down vest then grimaces.

“You have a point. Let's get down there, the men are probably thirsty.”

I give Jo one more look before I follow Mercy.

Since the club found out I was pregnant I am permanently on Jo duty. The kid and I have gotten closer

than ever.

We walk to the entrance of the school's gate and past the kids on the field. The sun is shining and the

air is dry, Radar said at breakfast this morning that today was a perfect day for painting.

Since he arrived here, he has only been back to Houston once and he is now transferring permanently

to Kanla.

And I think his reason has to do with a purple-eyed woman. But I say nothing, it ain't my business.

“Did you get the news about the t95?” I ask Mercy as we start walking through a corridor.

“Not yet. But that is the government for you. Once they find out the serum can't be airborne and is

contained, they start slacking, but they will get answers, believe it or not this isn't the first time we had

military test subjects on the street and it won't be the last.”

“Yo Bee, I need a cold one.” Radar yells from the top of the ladder where he is currently sitting while he

waits for Spade to bring more paint.

It is hours since we got here but the club is working hard to paint the school and get it done before the

end of today. I was tasked with refreshments and food.

Mercy made hot dogs and has a grill pan on a table with corn she’s currently frying.

I smile up at Radar as I place my hand over my navel. I’m five months pregnant but Mercy is right, my

stomach is huge.

It is a lot heavier than when I was pregnant with my daughter, Mischa and her twin that never got a

name.

Yet, I just can’t help myself and get some rest. Zero keeps telling me to rest but I can't. I like walking

around and doing stuff.

“Sure, I’ll get on that now, you want a hot dog?”

“Nah, a beer is all I need.”

I spin around and walk smack into Zero who easily manoeuvres me to his side with his hand wrapped

firmly around my waist, partially on my swollen belly.

“There is no fucking way you are doing that, I want your ass in my truck, you need a rest now.”

“Be nice.”

“I am, I haven’t dropped the ladder with him on it. That is fucking nice. Get in the truck.”

“Such a caveman.”