Page 38 of Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC 1)

Chapter Nine

Ryker walked into an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere outside of town. The smell of blood was rancid, and the deeper he went, the stronger it got. Then he heard a man scream in pain. He rolled his eyes. Sonny was a sick son of a bitch when he wanted to be. Much like his father.

“What the hell is going on here?” Ryker asked, cringing as he glanced around the room. Their own private torture chamber. Ryker stared at the man that hung from chains dangling from the tall rafters. He was suspended onto his toes, with the strong metal links wrapped around his neck.

“I’m just having some fun with my new pal here.” Sonny waved a knife around. “Creating artwork and whatnot.”

Ryker glanced over at Vampire. “Who’s the dude?”

“The Young Blood guy that Ghost sold to.”

Ryker took a deep breath. “So we’re going to make this a blood battle?”

“Ah, yes.” Sonny smiled. “The bloodier the better. Sends the best message, don’t you think?”

He stabbed the guy with the knife, slicing the skin but not driving deep enough to actually hurt him fatally. The guy screamed out again. Ryker had never been into torture and gore. Killing was part of the business, but making a fucking mess of it was not. The older members liked to send messages and make others fear them, whereas Ryker tried to look for other solutions. He wasn’t afraid to kill, but death wasn’t always the answer.

His phone beeped and he glanced at the readout. Stepping away, he answered it. “Yeah?”

“Where are you?” It was Razor.

“Watching Sonny perform his handiwork. Why? What’s wrong?”

“That bitch you’ve been fucking has given us over to the cops. They’re coming to raid the clubhouse.”

“She hasn’t done anything. Don’t fucking bring her into this.”

“Yeah? Her daddy’s name was brought up. How the fuck did he know anything if not from her?”

“He’s been gunning for us for years. Don’t blame Ella for her father’s stupidity.”

“She’s got her claws in you, boy. She’s going to take us all down if you keep letting that cunt rule your fucking life.”

“Don’t. We’ve had this fucking conversation before. Don’t ever bring her up again. She didn’t turn us in to the police. Let me see what is going on.”

“Yeah, well, get here soon. The fucking cops are on their way.”

Ryker hung up and slapped Vampire on the back. “I’ve got to go. Make sure he doesn’t go overboard. He gets a little psycho when you give him a knife and an enemy.”

Vampire smiled. “I’ll do what I can.”

Ryker left the warehouse knowing that his father was going to put everything on Ella and demand that she be dealt with. Ratting out the club to the cops was a serious offense. He didn’t know what the fuck he would do about it either. He pulled in the parking lot and got off his bike. The police were already there, storming the building like a fucking army going to war. Ella’s father stood off to the side with a cane, watching.

Ryker pursed his lips. “I wasn’t aware that you were well enough to join the force again.”

Her father glanced over at him. “I couldn’t miss the action. Taking down you assholes will be a great accomplishment for the department and the city.”

“Huh.” Ryker rubbed his chin. “As I do recall, we are the assholes that saved your fucking ass from death.” Her father didn’t say anything. “Or did you forget that? Ella came to me. Begged me to sell her cocaine. Told me that it was the only way they’d spare your life, when you and I both know that’s a fucking lie.”

Her father swallowed hard and glanced away. “Don’t bring my daughter into this.”

“I didn’t. You did.” Ryker pointed to the warehouse. “You’re fucking with the wrong people. Razor thinks that she’s responsible. That she told you something that provoked this. Razor doesn’t like her much anyway, so getting rid of Ella would not even make him flinch.” For a moment, he saw panic in the other man’s face. “Now, let me tell you something. If anything happens to her because you started this war, I will hunt you down and gut you like a fish. Young Blood beating the shit out of you will seem like paradise compared to me.”

“Is that a threat? Are you threatening a police officer?”

Ryker didn’t say anything for a long moment. “Go take care of your daughter. She’s sick and I’m sure she’d like to have her father take care of her.”

He narrowed his eyes at Ryker. “How do you know she’s sick?”

---