Chapter 4 (Zero)

People swarm through as my gaze goes to where Falon is, but she's not there. At my full height, I scan the crowd and see the hooded girl pulling Falon in-between the dumpster. The hood girl is quick and doesn't understand what the fuck she just did, who she just saved.

Not only did she save the Prez daughter’s life, but she saved my woman's pride too.

The people crowd the dead bodies, some taking pics, others screaming or crying. The majority are just standing there staring at the two dead guys, and wondering what the fuck happened.

Wisp rushes over to me, her hazel eyes glassy, lips thinned. Her short denim skirt barely covers her pussy. The busty leather thing she has covering her tits is no better.

Storm and Texas are going to turn her hide.

We might be an all sexist club but the guys who have claimed one of our own, whether temporarily or permanently take their commitments very fucking seriously.

And there's no doubt that Texas isn't going to let her slide this one out with a few fucks. We don't mind the girls dressing in skimpy shit around the Clubhouse. In public we mind, we’re territorial motherfuckers and have killed for much less.

The women know better. Wisp knows better.

I kiss her head so I don't draw attention to us.

“Call Den and Spade, and make sure you give a heads up to Storm, cops are gonna be here any minute.”

I retreat backwards, my steps are slow as not to make things obvious. Stopping next to the dumpster, I lean on it casually.

“Falon, we need to go baby the cops are gonna be here any minute.”

“We take the girl.”

It takes me a second to realize that was an order, shit, this bitch really saved my woman to have her standing up to me.

Falon might keep secrets and try to be tough, but it's her nature to be pliant.

She's never given an order, but right now she's speaking to me as the President’s daughter, not as her man.

What she doesn't know is, there's no fucking way was I leaving the hooded chick behind. When she killed those guys, she passed the biggest test of The Satan Snipers, we have to protect her and take her in.

But I'm a fucking man, if my woman wants to think it was her choice and she's calling the shots then that's what she gets.

“Ok, let's move.”

They both start to come out, the other girl still covered in a hoody comes first and fuck, what's that smell.

I sniff closer to her, she reeks, yuck.

I retreat a few steps away from her when Falon comes out wearing haggard ripped jeans that are a few sizes too big.

At least she's covered. It's then, it clicks. This girl is homeless, she was sleeping here. I grab hold of Falon’s arm rubbing my thumb on it for only a second. It’s not in me to show too much affection unless I'm fucking, but the small show of affection lets her know I was worried.

We start walking, the other girl following behind Falon until we stop where I parked my bike. The cops are already stationed, ushering people out of the way, so they can close the doors. No one gets in or out.

I pull the girls to my bike, hearing the roars of my brother’s bikes coming up the road.

The three of us wait for them.

Storm turns his black chrome and parks it directly in the middle of all the chaos whilst the others stay on their bikes and park across the street.

He pulls his helmet off and I notice his cut missing.

A quick look across the road, I know the others are also missing their cuts. They were obviously warned in time and decided not to draw unwanted attention.

The faded jeans and white t-shirt I'm wearing makes me blend in too.

I watch Storm ruffle his brown hair until it's all pushed back. His eyes scan the bustling crowd until it lands on us.

I got Falon’s hand in a tight grip, and she's holding the homeless girl’s arm. So, she doesn't like men touching her, I wonder how fucked up this homeless girl is.

Storm is a few inches taller than my 6ft 4in but suffered a back injury a few years back. The hunch he has now is telling me that my brother's back is killing him, shit.

“We gotta leave now,” He says.

“Prez called, he spoke to the detective, they giving us ten to get moving.”

I look Falon over, her skin isn't glowing, it's green instead and we don't have a fucking cage to put her in. She's gonna have to hold it in a bit longer.

Storm sees my hesitation and notices the hooded girl.

His interest in her makes me want to barf. He hasn't smelt the bitch yet. I would smile if we had more time or if the circumstances were different.

“She can ride with you, Falon’s with me.”

He doesn't argue, he walks to his bike and the homeless girl follows.

I don't hear what she tells him or he tells her, but the smile playing on his lips when she says something almost makes me want to punch it off his face.

Fuck, What the hell is wrong with me?

Falon and I cross the street just as Jade, Wisp, Chadley, Den, Spade and Venus run up to us.

“I’m so sorry Fal,” Den says

My jaw tightens, “You not yet. But when I'm fuckin’ done with you, you would be motherfucker.”

Falon touches my arm, it's the first contact she's voluntarily given me since I found her hunched over.

“Please, Zero not now.”

My death glare trained on him makes my message clear, I'm dropping this now, but we far from fucking done, he messed up and big time.

Den had one task: - watch Falon.

Spade was looking after the other girls, more so Wisp and Chadley, who couldn't protect themselves.

Den should've paid more attention, did what he was fucking told to do.

We cross the road and the others do well to be quiet, especially ‘cause I know the girls are dying to ask what happened.

When Texas, Knight and Bull are in hearing shot, still on their bikes I order them,

“We shoot straight to Kanla, two stops. We need to get to church.” The lot nods. Knight’s face, grim, because he knows what that means.

Wisp glances across the road watching Storm. Curious I follow her lead.

What the fuck, Storm is slipping his helmet on the homeless girl’s head, not the spare one he keeps for Wisp.

Her hoody is down and it's darker where they're standing at the edge of the pavement.

Storm leans on his bike and the light to the club goes on.

My eyes glued to the vision that's all away across the road.

Her skin is so fucking pale and hair so dark.

I don't stop watching them until her helmet is fully on her head and her face now hidden behind the dark glass.

Slowly her hand lifts to rest on Storm’s shoulder. I feel something, but I'm not sure what the hell I’m feeling and I don't fucking like it.

The small huff from Wisp is noticed by all of us and pulls me from the fucking trance.

She's pissed off that he's giving his helmet up for the homeless girl, but Wisp doesn't know what she did for Falon. And we don't have time to talk and explain shit.

I grab Falon by the arm. She hasn't said a word to anyone. I move across the road just as the other brothers rev their bikes getting ready to hit the road.

By the time we’re getting on my bike, Storm has the homeless girl's arms wrapped around him, and his speeding off to take his place in the front next to Bull, our road captain.

“Hang in there Baby.”

“I’m fine, let’s just get out of here.” Falon’s abruptness doesn't sound good.

I know I should comfort her but we gotta move. We can't deal with this now.

If I show Falon a shred of comfort she's going to break. It's all over her face.

Once her arms are secured around my waist, my bike throttles and we’re gone.

It’s two minutes when I take my place at the back of the formation, at the back of my brothers.

Watching them, protecting them, guarding them. It's why I am the enforcer of The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club. I've always had this way of seeing when shit is about to happen.

We hit the freeway and I catch a glimpse of my VP with the girl on his back, and I just know things are about to get complicated.