Page 5 of Rooster's Redemption

“Definitely! I need a few drinks and to get away from all the testosterone. Care if Holly comes too?” I shake my head. I love Holly. She’s a sweet woman who’s been through so much, just like me. “Great! I’ll find her. Don’t leave without us.” Siren shouts over her shoulder as she leaves the room.

I’m left alone for a few minutes when I spot Kayne and Poison walking down the stairs in a heated argument. His browis scrunched and a pissed off look crosses his handsome face. I remember the first time I saw Kayne. He was like a knight in shining armor, or a badass biker in leather, bursting into the room I was held captive in by Black Destroyers. He scared the shit out of me but in that moment, nothing mattered. He killed Rage with no remorse and took me away from that hellhole. I will admit I had a slight crush on him until I found out he was head over heels for my sister. Then the infatuation disappeared.

“Kayne, it’ll be fine. We’re going to the bar and staying there. I promise.” Poison bats her eyes and offers him a sweet smile.

“Siren and Holly are coming along too,” I offer. Kayne whips his head around and gives me a cold, hard stare. I shrink away afraid he’s going to ream my ass for getting involved. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to listen in.”

“See, baby. The four of us will be at your bar,” Poison runs her hands down his leather cut and gives him a sexy smile. I turn and stare out the window, giving them a moment.

“Fine. But if anything, and I mean anything feels or looks out of place, you call me immediately. You’re not to go anywhere else alone.” Kayne demands.

“I promise. We’ll stay at the bar and keep Alyssa company while she works. Then when I get back, you can do what you wanted to do upstairs before Rooster called.”

I hear a low growl from Kayne and Poison giggles. Even with my back turned to the couple, I feel out of place. Boots on the hardwood floor have Kayne growling again and Poison giggling.

“Prez, we need you in the communications room now,” Rooster's deep voice sends a chill down my spine. I don’t bother to turn around, but I do sneak a peek at him out of the corner of my eye. He’s staring at me with a look I can’t decipher. It’s a mixture of, I totally fucked up and back the fuck off. He opens his mouth to say something else when another set of boots hits the floor.

“The girls are going to the bar with Alyssa,” Blayde says from behind me. Maybe I should turn around so I don’t appear rude, but if I do, I know I’ll be staring at Rooster and it’s clear he doesn’t want me.

“Yeah, I’ve been informed,” Kayne replies. “Take my pickup and stay with Siren, Holly and Alyssa at all times.” I finally gather the courage to turn around and see Kayne plant a long deep kiss on Poison’s lips. Blayde does the same to Siren and Stryker gives Holly a kiss along with a slap on the ass. My eyes drift to Rooster and he’s staring at me, his black eyes are hooded, pinning me to my spot. I dart my tongue out to wet my lips and they follow. The sexual tension between us is hot and unbearable.

Rooster clears his throat, breaking the lovefest going on. “Prez? Club business.”

Kayne releases Poison with one last kiss and they all leave the room. I can’t drag my eyes off Rooster and watch his fine ass as he walks away.

“Ready?” Poison asks looping her arm through mine.

“Ready,” I give a fake smile.

The four of us walk out of the Clubhouse and climb into Kayne’s red Dodge Ram. I’m sitting up front with Poison driving. Holly and Siren climb in the back seats.

“Wow, that man sure knows how to make me not want to leave,” Siren fans her face with her fingers.

“I think they’ve been taught how to keep their woman happy at a young age,” Holly sighs and leans back in her seat behind Poison.

“I know I need to get away. Kayne has been after me nonstop for the last few weeks. Asking questions I’m not ready to answer yet,” Poison confesses. “He doesn’t see what’s going on and I’ll be damned if I tell him when the Club needs him first.” Tears trickle down Poison’s cheeks and she wipes them away with thepalm of her hand. She fires up the pickup and it growls to life. Poison puts it in drive and we take off down the driveway.

“When are you going to tell him?” Siren asks from the backseat. She leans forward squeezing Poison’s shoulder gently before dropping her hand.

Poison shrugs, “When the Club doesn’t have this issue hanging on.”

I’m so fucking confused. What issues? What does Poison need to tell Kayne? I’m so out of the loop I feel uncomfortable, so I just lean my head back and close my eyes. I’ve been taught at an early age if I need to know, I’ll be told. Don’t ask questions that doesn’t concern you.

“Alyssa, wake up. We’re here.” A gentle hand shakes my shoulder awakening me. I blink a few times and sit up, rubbing the sleep from my gritty eyes. “Are you OK? Have you been sleeping?” Poison’s voice drifts into my head.

“What? Yeah, last night was the first time I slept in a while.” I open the door and step out into the warm sun. I lift my head and enjoy the warmth on my face, remembering a time when the sun was not allowed to touch my skin. I push the memories away and lock them up in the back of my mind. I don’t have time to wallow in self-pity. Not when I have work to do and a secret to keep.

“Are you coming?” Poison asks.

I open my eyes and see she’s leaning against the large oak doors that lead into Savage Saint bar. Siren and Holly are already inside.

“Yeah, just enjoying the sunshine for a moment before I sling drinks to drunken men who like to grab your ass.”

“You know,” Poison pushes off the door and heads right for me. “I keep forgetting that you didn’t have it easy either. If you ever want to talk about it, I’m here to listen.”

“I appreciate it, but some things are better left in the past.” I walk away before Poison asks any more questions I don’t wantto answer. She follows me into the bar. It’s dark and takes a few minutes for my eyes to adjust. Soft music drifts from the back room, telling me that Khandi is already here stocking shelves. At least I hope she’s stocking shelves. I’ve walked in on that woman either getting fucked or sucking someone off on a daily basis back there. The music playing tells me what she’s doing. If it’s hard-core thrasher music, I wait at the bar until it stops. If it’s soft like this, she’s actually doing her job.

“Well, if you ever do change your mind, know I’m always here. You’re my sister and when my family is hurting, I do everything I can to help.”

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