Chapter10:Zero

The trip to the Jet is a long one. The traffic- bumper to bumper and the cars are fucking driving everywhere on the road, making it hard to go between them. Killer is ticked by the time we get to the private strip owned by Marcus Bray. Beauty swings off my bike and I watch her sexy ass move toward Killer, making my cock stir. Tonight, nothing is keeping me from that ass, and the pussy that I am sure is humming from the ride. I turn my bike and signal the pilot to open the back drop so I can park my bike inside. Thank fuck for Michael's jet, or else we'd be hiring bikes and jumping in condensed planes. We have offered him money to use his jet and aeroplane amongst the private hotels and the other amenities that comes from knowing the guy. But when we do, he starts laughing and says, 'You guys pay me when I need you." So far, he hasn't needed us, but I know that day will come when he will and we will be there, brother or not. 'Yo, Kills, I see steam comin' outa your ears," I tease him as he glares at my woman. Whatever she is saying to him is testing his patience. At first, I was jealous thinking that he wanted Beauty for himself, but over the weeks I see his need to protect her, like he would someone he cared for. It is his own way of showing emotion, which is why if I didn't get my head out of my ass, he would have claimed Beauty, just to keep her safe. The problem is whether she'd grow attach to him. They have a bond that I can't figure out. They have a connection that I am jealous of but also grateful for, hence why I decided to make him my backup if something happened to me. There is no other brother's life I will trust with hers more. An hour later, we are finally in the air, on our way home. Beauty has her legs up on a recliner in front of me. Killer and I are sitting side by side going through scenarios and reasons why the government was so negligent to begin with when it came to these trials and test facilities. Some things are just not adding up. The pictures painted aren't promising ones. 'I'm hungry, you have any more of those chocolate éclairs'?" Beauty asks and I squeeze her calf, as I watch her touch her stomach, it's fleeting but noticed. A sudden thought conquers my mind, but I say nothing as the possibility of her actually having my baby could be a real thing. I am sure if that was the case, she'll tell me. You can't hide a baby forever. She did for seven years. 'Yes, got more while you were with Kylie," Killer answers as he slips his phone out of his pocket and scrolls down the screen looking at the pictures. Beauty gets up and moves to the back of the plane. I wait 'till I know she is too far away to hear me. 'Spoke to Thorn, he gave me his version of the story, but there's a big chunk of it that doesn't make sense, apparently she blames him for the death of her stillborn daughter." 'Stillborn? Kid is alive and well." 'That's the thing, Thorn claims she was pregnant with two kids, one was handed to Deno, the other didn't make it, I…." I go silent, and watch Killer frown as Beauty's approaching form is heard. 'I was thinking about those deaths, what if it was Harley as well as another killer. You guys said that the drug made them crazy? So maybe not all of them are dead. Would explain all the different styles in the killings, maybe we are only seeing what they want to show us." 'You saying that this is a game?" I ask her as she sits her ass down, and bites a big chunk of the chocolate doughy shit in her mouth. Her black eyes stare at me as she chews, fuck she's beautiful and all mine. 'Beggar's onto something, I had the same thought. The markings that are similar in style are relatively precise, so we know there is no copycat. But the unique ones look like they were done by a completely different set of hands," Killer voices aloud as his attention shifts to the naked dead girl on his screen. 'A few years back while I was looking for a lead on Joseph Kolinski, I came across a dumping ground with four dead bodies, thinking it was Joseph's hand, I had a look at the bodies. Three of them had identical scars on their backs, raped, busted faces, but the one, her neck was slit clean across. Started with the slit throat, trying to find out who killed her. Chick's name was Lindsay West. Took me three months trying to track down a lead, once I found her killer, I found Joseph. He was a dumper for Lucca, and sliced the girl's neck in fear after she caught him dumping the bodies, a quick death." Beauty informs us, not even flinching when she tells the story. Her black eyes nonchalant at best. She has no regrets for the life she has lived. It makes me wonder if she really will kill my brother. Not if he kills her first. The thought has me frowning and leaves a sour taste in my mouth. 'What does that have to do with what we looking at now?" I ask her, ignoring the horrific scenes playing in my mind of her killing Thorn, him killing her. Me killing her, Killer taking me out. Fuck. The reminder that my girlfriend is a killer doesn't sit well with me. Beauty doesn't seem phased by my question in the slightest as she wipes her mouth and says, 'The teaspoon in an ass full of sugar says that the killer we are looking for had time on his hands, as well as a creative idea of torture. Meaning we're searching for someone who used to do that sort of thing, you know, get information, and maybe interrogate people- that sorta shit. Same with the other victims, the nails clipped off, stained fingers. This to me is all leading to people who are choosing their victims, means they have to be nearby, in a central place where it is easy to spot their new target." Beauty's points are impressing the fuck out of me and the fact that Killer is quiet says the feeling is mutual. A year back when I first met her, I thought she was a dumb woman. Since then I learned that my woman has more brains than most people, not to mention she is fucking street smart. Seen and done a lot of shit in her young years. And recently she started reading a lot of books. I am proud of her. Maybe River is right and she should study something. 'We'll get Spade and Snake to check the files and find out who fits which role, maybe check the dead soldiers and women too," Killer suggests as he taps his index finger on his thigh. 'And who has beef with a Satan Sniper, I'm startin' to think they calling us out, these murders have been centralized to Kanla. The only ones involved in the military and government is us, towns already been through enough with the last shit storm." 'More like fuckin' screaming, thought the same thing which is why I have Venus and Mercy keeping tabs on River," Killer informs us and also shows why he is the best fuckin' National Vice President. By the time we finally get back to Kanla my head is spinning with thoughts and Intel. I need a stiff drink. Beauty is still as alert as ever. I wonder for the infinite time how her life really was on the streets. The little I know was that from the time she was born, it has been the only life she had ever known, that in the end it became a choice to just stay there, protect her crime family, give her daughter away, become a killer. How does she survive all that, when I have watched men die in seconds under much better circumstances? She smiles at me as she swings her legs over the bike, jumping off with her helmet in her hand, as her long hair hangs down her back. I can't stop my thoughts as my eyes search through her cold obsidian gaze. She didn't survive. The small pieces left evolved, so she could live to fight another day. She adapted to her environment, like a true predator. The Catelli family were stupid to give her to us. The Satan Snipers will never give her back. 'Look at you, looking all badass and shit." Mercy comes down the porch steps, giving my woman a hug. She then punches my arm. 'Yo, how's the recovery? AFTER said you won't stop bitching about it," Beauty smiles at Mercy as the tall curvaceous biker snorts. 'The only one bitchin' here is Hannah, River told her ass to stay home. She just got handed a free pass on workin' and she throws a fit, if I had a man and he said stay home, my ass will be on the couch watchin' reruns of Game of thrones." Beauty smiles and shakes her head, 'I bet your ass won't see a week on a couch, you can't sit still for two hours. You couldn't even wait a twenty at KFC." 'It was a drive thru, who the fuck takes twenty minutes at a drive thru?" 'Apparently you and Beggar do, the chicken tasted like crap, sure that girl wasn't one of Spades weekly's?" Killer muses as he stops next to Mercy. 'Or a Killer special?" Beauty gripes and I don't hide my smile as she lifts up her hand and lets Mercy remove her gloves. It brings back our conversation last week. We were at the hotel restaurant eating breakfast. She told me that the pancakes on her plate were nothing compared to the ones Kylie made for her. I then asked her about her time with Kylie. She was thoughtful before she answered me. She said that those weeks with Kylie reminded her to inhale, that if she cut herself, she'd bleed just as much as if she cut someone else. I think my woman was telling me she learned that she was human, and remembered that she too had to live. 'I think we should cut our losses at the KFC and try the new restaurant further in town. The place is called Bear Ribs or some shit like that. Knight said he took one of his women there when it first opened, food was good. I think I need a vacation ASAP. Beggar and I can go explore the dirt backs of this tiny town. Well what is left of it, that fucking psycho is not helping the already non-existent population. How is a woman supposed to find herself a man when there's a serial killer on the loose?"