Page 35 of Rooster's Redemption

Ace and Stryker have taken up a spot outside around the corner and will be upon Kingston and Steam as soon as they reach the door, preventing them from hightailing it out of here.

Duke, Stone and Butch are at the door that leads from the bar to the back offices and storage room. Talon is next to me in case I lose my shit and I’m standing by the DJ booth, in the spot whereKingston’s two men tried to rape my woman. I tighten my hold on my .40 caliber gun nestled in my cut, ready to let bullets fly. Rage consumes my every pore as the doorhandle jiggles and the door opens wide.

We don’t say a word or even breath as the five men come strolling into our bar like they own the place. “Steam, Adam will be here in thirty with the next shipment.” Kingston says. His voice trails off when he spots Kayne and Blayde.

“Fancy meeting you here.” Kayne teases. He sets his glass of whiskey on the bar top. “Please, since you are trying to fuck us over, come sit down and have a drink with me.”

Steam tries backing out of the doorway when a gun is pressed to his temple. He raises his arms high above his head. “Fuck.” Steam murmurs.

“Fuck is right, Steam. You betrayed the patch and our colors. Now sit the fuck down.” The fury in Kayne’s voice has me grinning from ear to ear. The rest of my brothers fill the bar area with their guns drawn on the five unsuspecting men, disarming the guards Kingston and Steam brought. They're all on their knees with their hands on their heads. Duke and Stone quickly tie their wrists and feet. I sneak behind them until I’m directly behind Kingston.

I pull out my gun when Kingston tries to step away and place it on the back of his head. “Try me, motherfucker and I will end you right now.” Dean Kingston raises his hands high above his head. “Get on your fucking knees.” Dean hesitates and I clock him on the side of the head making him bleed. “Now!”

Rage is burning inside of me and I’m trying hard not to blow his brains out. Dean Kingston complies and drops to his knees, his pristine suit getting wrinkly and stained. The blood from where I hit him drips onto his neatly tailored dress shirt. By the time I’m finished with him, the stains on his knees will be the last thing he needs to worry about.

Steam slowly bellies up to the bar and stands next to Kayne. He knows he isn’t getting out of this but Steam will try to intimidate Kayne. He grabs the glass sitting on the counter and downs it in one gulp. He places it top down and sways a little.

“Look, Kayne, I’m sure we can make a deal here. I’ve treated you like a son since you first patched in and your father, God rest his soul, took his last breath.” Steam tries to talk his way out of this but mentioning Kayne’s father is a big hell no.

Kayne’s fingers grip his cane tightly, his face turns red and he slowly moves his head in Steam’s direction. I swallow hard and discreetly cover my balls with the look Kayne gives Steam. When Kayne speaks, his voice is low and deadly. “God rest his soul?”

“Yeah, what happened to Switch was a tragic accident. Can I get another?” He motions for someone to give him another shot of whisky.

“God rest his soul?” The deeper Kayne’s voice gets, the tighter his grip gets.

“Do you have a fucking parrot, Kayne?” Steam asks without looking in Kayne’s direction.

“God. Rest. This. Motherfucker.” Kayne brings the sharp end of his cane down onto the back of Steam’s thigh, the teeth digging into Steam’s flesh. He releases a startled cry when Kayne pulls his weapon back and hits him again, this time Kayne doesn’t use the teeth of his cane. Blood is flying everywhere while Kayne beats Steam. Steam’s body is crumpled on the floor of the bar, his breathing is shallow.

Kayne grabs Steam’s hair and yanks it back so Steam is looking directly into Kayne’s deadly blue eyes. “You. Killed. My. Father. Now I’m going to kill you.” He releases Steam’s head, slamming it on the floor. “Tie this motherfucker up on the bar. He doesn’t deserve to wear our patches.”

Stone, Butch and Blayde lift Steam up and slams his body onto the bar top, face down. Stryker quickly ties his hands abovehis head, secured to the sturdy wood and Duke ties his feet. Kayne strips Steam of his cut and places it on a stool. Then he slices Steam’s shirt off, not caring if he knicks his skin revealing the huge Savage Saints MC tattoo on Steam’s back.

When a member betrays our patch and our Club, there is no mercy. First we burn off the tattoos that represents our club. Then, if the guy survives, we have a little fun making him bleed until all his blood drains from his body. Normally, any man can’t live past the burning of his flesh, but some have and that’s when Butch comes to play. It’s his favorite thing to do.

“Blow torch.” Kayne doesn’t shout, just quietly demands with his hand held out. Blayde places the handheld blow torch in Kayne’s palm and lights it for him. “Steam, I Kayne, of the Savage Saints MC, find you guilty of the murder of my father Switch and of the skin trade with the Russian, Mikhail Kozlov. May the Devil not have mercy on your soul.”

Steam’s eyes widen and he starts begging for his life, but Kayne isn’t having any of it. He nods to Stryker and Stryker shoves a gag in Steam’s mouth. Kayne gets to work burning the tattoo off of Steam’s flesh. The smell is putrid and I stifle a gag. Swallowing back the vomit working its way up my throat, I stand strong and watch with satisfaction that Kayne is getting his retribution that’s been years in the making. Kingston on the other hand had vomited all over the floor once the flame touched Steam’s skin and the smell made its way over to us.

Once Kayne is done melting Steam’s skin off, he steps back and turns the blowtorch off. He doesn’t take his deadly glare off Steam. “Check is pulse.”

Butch steps forward with a glint in his eyes and places two fingers on Steam’s neck. “It’s faint but there.”

“Take him to the repair shop, finish him off and get rid of the body.” Kayne turns to me, “Rooster, when we get back, I want amessage sent out that Steam is no longer in charge and Savage Saints MC, Detroit has a new leader.”

“You got it Prez.” I nod my head.

“Who’s the new leader?” Blayde questions, his brows furrowed.

“Kick.” Kayne says with a wide grin. “We’ll ride down, make the announcement and ride back. Bring the women with us too. So, the new Prez can finally meet the woman who captured his son’s heart.”

Fuck, this is exactly what we need. But we have one more piece of business to handle and he’s currently passed out at my feet in his own vomit.

“What are we going to do with him?” I ask, kicking Kingston.

“Is all his money drained and product moved to our warehouse?” Kayne counters.

“Yup.” I answer popping the P.

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