Page 14 of Zeus's Ruin

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Zeus

Iglance at Scorpio, and then nod to Haze.The doors slam shut behind us, penning us in.The three men on their knees in the middle of the barn still have the black bags over their heads, and their hands zip tied behind them, but I have no doubt they know what comes next.And it isn’t good.Not for them.

Razor walks behind the three, yanking off their blindfolds.

My father squints against the bright light, so does Frog—his Sergeant at Arms.Brute, our VP, turns his upper body and glares at his son.“What the fuck are you idiots doing?”

“What shoulda been done years ago, old man,” Razor says.

Scorpio, Haze, and I pull our guns from our holsters, each training them on an original member of the Grim Raiders MC.

“The fuck?”my father roars.For the first time in my life, I’m seeing him brought to his knees, the way he made mine and Scorpio’s mothers kneel.

I stare down the barrel at my father.This man taught me everything I needed to know about trust, brotherhood, and betrayal.You could even say he put the gun in my hand.“It’s time for a new era of King men to be in charge.”

Our father chuckles.“What?You two knuckleheads.”

He and the other three officers start laughing, but Razor steps up behind Frog, his knife positioned at the man’s throat.Frog’s laughter dies away, replaced by gurgling and a muffled cry of surprise as Razor does what he does best, and slits his throat from ear to ear.

“Haze.Come on, son,” Booney, begs.Haze’s gun fires, three sharp rapports, and his father falls without another word.

Razor moves behind his father.For a beat, I wonder what would happen if he changed his mind.It’d likely take all three of us to bring him down, and even then, he rose quickly to a ranking officer within the club for a reason.He’s fucking deadly.He doesn’t say a word as he slices his dear old dad’s throat open like rotten fruit.Blood bubbles out the gaping maw in Brute’s neck and he pitches forward with wide, disbelieving eyes.Razor gives his back a heavy shove with his boot.“Bye, fucker.”

“Boys,” our dad tries to reason with us.“Don’t do this.We can talk about making you officers.I mean, Frog, Booney, and Brute are dead, so there’re positions available at my side.”The panic in his eyes betrays him.My whole life I’ve seen this man as a monster.He killed my mother; he killed Scorpio’s mother, and abused, mistreated, or offed every woman who’d stupidly fallen in love with him since.He let the power of the president patch go to his head, and he’s going to get us all killed if we leave him in charge.Good thing we have no intention of leaving him in charge.

Razor steps up behind him, but Scorpio shakes his head.“No.We should do it.”

“Sounds fair,” Haze says, sliding his gun back in his holster.

Razor just shrugs and holds my dad’s shoulders steady.I glance at my brother, holster my gun, and take my hunting knife from my belt.“I thought I’d enjoy this moment more.The fear in your eyes, the finality.The chance to finally get even for what you did to my mother,” I say as I walk toward him.I lean over, so he can look me in the eye as he takes his last breath, and I bury my knife in his carotid artery, shoving past the intrusion of the muscle and collar bone until it’s buried good and proper.Blood spurts out over his chest and leather cut in a fucking geyser.“But ...I don’t feel anything.”

“I do,” Scorpio says, as he takes his knife and drives it up into the soft tissue under the chin.Our father’s jerking and struggling stops.He slumps forward and lands heavily in the dirt with the others.“I feel like a fucking god.”

“What do you want done with the bodies?”Haze asks.

“Let’s leave ’em for a bit.Open the back doors and let the coyotes at them.Gators can have what’s left.They only ate yesterday.”

Haze and Razor both shoot confused glances in my direction.“It’s a long story.”

“Come on, boys,” Scorpio says, “Time to celebrate.We got some pretty new patches to hand out.”

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