Classic Novel
Chapter 34 (Zero)
Chapter 34 (Zero)
“So this person here that is killing these people is your problem? How the fuck is a small thing like you
going to catch a killer?” Mercy sounds as unbelieving as I feel.
I drop the girl's hand as Knight does the same and Mercy puts herself at the door.
“That is the thing. Six months I was briefed about our new special ops team, I was not one of the nine
chosen for them, but a week later I was knocked out and woke up with their names on my body and a
summary of injecting them with an untested drug to increase aggression. I woke up that night and went
to the facility to tell my superiors, only the new special ops team was all lying dead on the floor and the Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
only one remained. I told my superiors, they checked the surveillance and saw it was wiped out. THEN
a few nights later someone tried to kill me.” She lifts up her shirt and shows us the red scar marring her
skin close to her appendix.
“Doesn't explain what the fuck you doing here!” Knight says.
She slips the glasses off and her blue eyes look at all of us, she is a cute little thing. Reminds me of a
snow fox.
“O'Bryn sent me here, told me to hide in Kanla, said if I needed you guys, only then must I come find
you. He gave me this.” She slips the ring from her pocket.
A reminder of our vow we made.
“Who is he to you,” Mercy asks.
She looks at Mercy, and smiles, “He's my dad.”
Knight takes the ring, “So I take it you are the hunted, not the hunter?” his smile is small but there.
“We need to get you back to the clubhouse, I'm going to give River a call, we are going to need
everything you know about this guy.”
“It isn't a guy,” She says, and my dread increases when she continues, “her name is Harley, she's
twenty seven, five foot three, dark blue eyes, brown hair, small chest.”
“You just described yourself, apart from the age, you look a lot younger” I tell her.
Her shoulders slump in defeat and my mood falls lower when she looks at me.
“Yes, I know, she is my sister.”
“What's your name?” Knight asks her.
“Harlow O'Bryn.”
“Age?” I ask
“Twenty four.”
“Fuck bitch, you look like you're nineteen, whatever it is you are eating I need me some,” Mercy says.
“You need to get her back to the clubhouse, I'll head to the river, meet up later.” I tell Mercy and Knight,
giving the girl one last look before Mercy moves from the door and I walk out.
Things just got a fuck lot more interesting.
If what this woman says is true, which judging by her story is, then we have a female to catch and kill.
She is gone rogue, which makes her dangerous.
And it is now more than ever that I need to keep my shit tight and protect my club.
I am the enforcer of The Satan Snipers and it is time I enforce the law.