Page 26 of Rooster's Redemption

“Shit, she’s got to have balls of steel to keep up with his brooding ass.” Duke retorts.

“Like your mom?” Ace counters. Then, like true Savage Saints, your mama jokes start flying, easing the tension in the room.

I smile to myself while listening to all the banter going back and forth and checking my weapons. I slide the chamber back on my .40 Cal M&P and slide it to the inside of my cut. Then I check her sister and do the same. I slide my combat knife into its sheath and holster it to my side. Then I pocket a Rooster Knife my mom gave me before she died.

I send up a prayer to the Biker Gods and my mom, God rest her soul, that we can get Alyssa and Elsa back safely before leaving the house. My brothers are following close behind and together we ride into the night heading for redemption.

The moon is high in the sky, lighting up the path to our destination. Kayne signals to turn off in the parking garage north of the office building. We follow suit and park our bikes furthest away from the entrance on the first floor. We shut our bikes off, pop the kickstands down and Kayne lights up a cigarette. I’m

“Prez, are we going in there or not?” I’m agitated, itching to get in there and find Alyssa but Kayne stays seated on his bike.

“Aye, we will, Rooster. Now’s the time for patience.” Kayne responds inhaling a drag of his cigarette.

“With all due respect, Prez. The longer we wait, the more harm will come to Alyssa and Elsa.” I’m trying to get him to see where my mind is.

“I agree with you, Rooster, but right now it isn’t time to act.” Kayne looks out over the concrete barriers into the night. “We need to wait a few more minutes.”

“Wait for what?” I growl, causing Kayne and Blayde to both look my way. Kayne’s ice-cold stare would stop a lesser man in his tracks. Ah, shit. I’ve fucked up.

“Wait for me to fucking tell you to go in. If you can’t control yourself, Rooster, you will go back to the clubhouse and wait.” Kayne’s voice is low and deadly. “I will not have you or anyone else disobeying my word.”

Properly chastised, I sit on the seat of my bike brooding. “Sorry, Prez. It won’t happen again.”

“You’re damn right it won’t.”

Kayne’s phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out while stomping out his cigarette and reads the text. “The strip club and warehouse are clean. No sign of life at either. Everyone is on their way here.”

He pockets his phone and looks back at the office building. I join him and Blayde as we wait for the rest of my brothers to show up. There is a dark car parked out front that looks like the one Kingston uses. A shadow passes by one of the glass windows and Kayne stands still. We watch as a man comes out the front door carrying a bag. He loads it into the car sitting out front and heads back inside, not knowing he’s being stalked by us.

I wish I had my computers to hack into the camera feeds right about now. Kayne pulls out his phone and dials a number. “One dirty just exited the building then went back in.” He pauses while the person on the other end speaks. “Copy that.”

It’s usually me Kayne is speaking with about this shit and I’m going crazy, wondering if Tatt is fucking with my shit or just doing what he’s told.

Kayne smirks, “Don’t worry, Rooster. Tatt isn’t fucking with anything.”

“Better not be or he’ll have one less body part to tattoo.” I sulk. Kayne and Blayde laugh at my expense. Fuckers.

The deep rumble of eight Harley’s pierces the quiet night and I dismount my bike, waiting for my brothers to pull in and park. Once everyone arrives and is ready, we quickly and quietly make our way over to the office building. Kayne’s phone vibrates with a text. He pulls it out and reads it.

“Tatt has the cameras on loop and we’re ready to go. We need better communication than text messages.” Kayne grumbles.

“I’ll get on it once we get Alyssa back,” I respond. It’s something I’ve been wanting to do since the shit hit the fan with the Black Destroyers. I’ve been waiting for Kayne’s approval.

Blayde squats down and pulls out his lock-picking set, I unholster my gun and wait for his word to enter with my back flush against the concrete building. I never thought I’d step foot inside this building again when I told Rockford to choke on his dick. My palms are sweaty, ready to get this shit done.

Blayde pops the lock and enters the building. Kayne follows, then Stryker. I’m right behind them with Ace hot on my heels and the rest of the brothers behind him. We all move across the marble floor, staying hidden in the shadows until we reach the door to the stairwell.

“The basement is down three flights and the office spaces are up four. How do you want to do this Prez?” I ask.

“Rooster, Duke, Ace, Blayde, Stryker and I will take the basement. The rest of you spread out on the other floors and do a clean sweep.” Kayne commands.

“You got it, Prez,” Talon concedes.

“No one except Steam left alive,” Kayne says opening the door.

“Aye.” Everyone agrees.

We part ways and the five of us head down while the rest head up. Once we reach the bottom of the stairs, there’s another door standing in front of us, teasing and taunting me. I reach for the knob when a scuffle above our heads draws our attention. A loud shout before a body comes barreling down the well-hole and lands with a solid thud at our feet. I bend down and turn him over.

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