Page 8 of Rooster's Redemption

“Thank you, Rooster. For everything.” I walk to the door and open it. I slip out of the storage room and walk past Kayne’s office. His door is shut and it’s soundproofed so I don’t know if he’s in there with Poison or at the bar.

I push open the swinging door and head to the bar. There are liquor bottles set up against the wall behind me with the Savage Saints logo etched on the glass behind it. A black-light rests below it, lighting up the sign in a deep purple glow, reminding patrons whose bar they’ve walked into. There are wooden tables with chairs pushed in around the whole room and leather booths lined up against the walls. I grab an apron and tie it around my waist, getting things ready for opening. I look up and Siren and Holly are sitting at their booth. Stryker and Blayde are sitting with them. Ace and Duke are standing at the door, guarding it. Tex, Talon and Maddox are sitting on the barstools. Knuckles, Tatt, Rebel and Butch are pacing back and forth watching the room, checking over the DJ equipment and anything else that could create harm.

Kayne comes out of the backroom with Poison and Rooster follows them. He gives me a wink before heading toward Ace and Duke. Poison walks toward Siren and Holly. Blayde and Stryker stand up, letting her slide in next to them. I squat down to restock the glasses under the bar when a dark shadow looms over me. Fear and panic snake its way through my body. I almost drop a glass in my hand until I realize it’s Rooster. I release a shaky breath and look up at him with a raised brow.

“Duke and Ace are going to stand guard at the door. Just to keep you ladies safe.” There’s an underlying hint in his tone.

“I’ll bet Poison and Siren won’t go for that.” I stand up and look over to their booth. Kayne is talking to Poison and she slams her hand down on the table. They’re in a heated argument and she looks like she’s going to unman him. He points a finger in her direction. I wish I knew what they were saying. Poisonnods her head in understanding and I see I’m sorry float past her lips. Kayne hugs her and she sinks into his embrace. He slides out of the booth and heads in our direction.

“Keep an eye on my Ol’ Lady. I’m trusting you with her care,” Kayne demands the moment he’s within hearing distance. There’s no room for arguing with this guy.

“Rooster, we have some things to take care of, let’s roll.” Kayne lets out a loud whistle and everyone stops talking or moving. All eyes rest on him, their Prez. Kayne puts his pointer finger up in the air and circles it a couple of times. Blayde, Stryker, Tex, Talon, Maddox, Knuckles, Tatt, Rebel and Butch all stand up and walk out of the bar.

Rooster gives me a wink and leans in close, “I’ll be back at the end of your shift.”

“I’ll be waiting,” I smile at him and he returns it, making my face flush and desire pool low in my belly.

Just like that, Rooster is out the door and heading into God knows what with his MC. His brotherhood. I just hope when I do confess my secrets, they won’t be enough to drive a wedge between Rooster and the Savage Saints. I hope beyond hope, I’m making the right decision.

Chapter

Four

ROOSTER

Alyssa’s scent is still lingering on my fingers. I’m itching to get this job done so I can get back to her. All it took was a little cock persuasion and she was putty in my hands. Currently, we’re sitting in a dark alley waiting for the little fucker called Adam to show up. Kayne got a lead after I discovered some info about Phoebe back at the Clubhouse. Adam was supposed to be part of Black Destroyers MC working with Steam. Even though we destroyed their whole MC, somehow we missed this little fucker. We didn’t have time to verify if it was legit because Siren called in a panic. That part still bugs the fuck out of me. Like we’re missing something big.

Hopefully, when Alyssa tells me her secret, those answers will shed some light on the trafficking ring going on.

Feet shuffling down the dark alley draws my attention. I’m crouched low against the wall behind the dumpster, staying out of site for the time being. Adam doesn’t know I’m here and when it’s time, I’ll make my presence known. Right now, Kayne has him thinking he’s meeting us to buy some white powder to sell for our club.

“Adam?” Kayne asks, holding up his hands. The scraping of feet stops and you can hear a pin drop.

“Yeah, that’s me,” Adam replies. “What are we doing down here?” He’s jittery and it’s making me nervous.

“We’re down here because I can’t trust you. Where’s the money?” Kanye’s deep voice is low.

“Right here, man.” Adam pulls his backpack down off his shoulder. “Listen, is this a good product? Cause my customers want a good product, not this cheap shit selling here now.”

“Trust me, man. This is the best around. I don’t dabble in the cheap shit. Want to see for yourself?” Kayne coaxes Adam closer to him.

“Yeah, man. I need to sample the product before I pay a steep price,” Adam shuffles forward until he’s in my line of sight. Holy shit. No fucking way. That’s not Adam. I hold my place behind the dumpster to see what he says. Long dreadlocks surround his head tied back, he has on long cargo shorts and a white t-shirt. Not the normal gangbanger you see around here. He’s too jittery and Kayne must’ve picked up on it too.

As the guy leans forward for a sniff, Blayde has him by the throat, his switchblade pressed tight against his skin. Kayne rewraps the drugs and hands the brick to Stryker.

“Now, Adam. You’re going to tell me your real name,” Kayne paces back and forth in front of the man.

“My name is Adam. I’m here to buy some blow. I don’t understand what’s going on,” he sniffs.

“You’re lying. Who sent you?” Kanye stops pacing and turns towards Adam.

Adam swallows hard. The blade of the knife pressed into his throat. “OK. OK. I’ll tell you. Some guy named Steam sent me. My name is Joe, not Adam. Adam is waiting for me to return with information.”

“What information?”

“I’ve been sent to see if Lucas is still running with you.”

“Lucas? Who the fuck is Lucas?” Stryker asks, looking around.

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