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For the first time, fear flashes in Kane’s eyes but he quickly masks it. I don’t know if he suspects what’s going to happen or not, but he was present when the Steel Archangels used Levi’s toys on the Oasis men they’d captured.

Drone barks out a weak laugh. “You’re a betrayer as well, you little bitch. You betrayed me, your father. You betrayed us by leaving and by turning on us. You were born into the Chrome Vipers and you’ll always be one. We own your fucking ass. You should be strung up right next to us, bitch.”

Ember walks back over to Drone, placing her blade under his chin so that the point of the tip is just centimeters from his throat.

“I may have been born into the Chrome Vipers, but you are not my father. I've seen the medical reports. There’s no way you could father a child. That’s why Oasis didn’t care how much youraped the women held in those barracks. There was no way you could get them pregnant. They used you to break those women and further their own sick agendas.”

He grins darkly, blood all over his teeth. “So, you finally figured it out. I knew you two leeches weren’t mine. Since I owned your mother, I sold her out every time someone from Oasis came to visit. I figured eventually she’d become pregnant and then once you brats got older, you’d make a nice payday.”

Based on our earlier conversation, I know his words have struck a cord with her, but she doesn’t show it. Instead, her face turns darker, colder.

“Thank you, Jerry. You just severed the last remaining cord tied to you.”

Then, she starts to cut him.

They’re random cuts placed all over his body and a sinking feeling comes over me. She’s being too precise while she’s doing it. I glance over at Daemon to find him watching her with a sad, knowing look in his eyes. Tension thickens in the room as everyone watches her work, ignoring every single cry and threat that Drone spews at her.

When she’s done with him, she steps back. “Retribution for Mom.”

Instantly, it feels like someone has knocked the air out of me.

Chingar(Fuck). Drone is literally covered in cuts from head to toe. He’s panting hard as he hangs limply from his chains.

“You’ll get the rest of your parting gift later,” she tells him and for once, he looks at her in fear.

Chapter 42

Tico

Emberstepsbackandplaces her knife on the table. She tilts her head at me, and I take it as my sign to take over.

Grabbing a knife from the cabinet, I walk over to Kane as I silently slip on my brass knuckles. He lifts his head, glaring at me, and before he can open his mouth to speak, I nail him in the jaw with a hard punch. Not hard enough to break his jaw since we still need him to be able to talk, but it is hard enough to hurt like ahijo de puta(motherfucker).

“Why’d you do it, Kane? Why’d you betray me? Why’d you betraytus hermanos(your brothers). Why’d you betray the Royal Bastards?”

Kane sneers at me. “Because you’re fucking weak. Your father was fucking weak, too. You all are. We never should have gotten out of the harder drugs. We should be running weapons and drugs for the cartel, but no, you didn’t want to get mixed into that. The fucking skin market is lucrative as fuck and you refused to touch that as well. You’re a fucking pussy. You shouldn’t even be wearing that President patch. You’re too weak to be what this club needs.”

My vision threatens to turn red at his taunts, instead, I funnel it and refocus my anger.

Silently, I start cutting off the patches on his cut, one by one as he trashes and spews curses at me that I ignore. When I’m done, I slice the leather off of him, letting it fall to the ground. Walking back around so that I’m in front of him, I look at his club tattoo on his left pec. Raising my knife, I make three diagonal slices and then I do the same just from a mirrored angle. Then, I make a diagonal slice above his tattoo and start shaving it off of him, letting each little piece of skin fall to the plastic with a wet splat.

When I’m done, I take a step back. “You are no longernuestro hermano(our brother). You are no longernuestra familia(our family). You are no longer a Royal Bastard.”

Kane’s eyes harden in anger, but he knows what’s to come.

I fully step back, motioning for Taco to step up next.

One by one,mis hermanos(my brothers) beat the shit out of Kane until he is bloodied, bruised, and one eye almost swollen shut. We always make sure our guests can see out of at least one eye so that they know what’s going to happen to them, as well as any other guests we may have.

When they are done, I turn to Scooter who has, so far anyway, been hurt the least. I tap my knife against his fat cheek. “Youplanned to takemi mujer(my woman), my Ol’ Lady for yourself after you sold her off to The Collector.”

Scooter snarls at me before smirking. “And I would have popped that bitch’s cherry, too, if Drone hadn’t fucked up and killed two of the women The Collector had planned to buy.”

I return his smirk before cutting into his chest, carving ‘RB’ into it.

“And even after all of that, you still didn’t get to lay a finger onmi mujer(my woman). And you never will.” I pause and grin darkly at him. “But tonight… Tonight’s pain won’t be brought to you by me. Ormi mujer(my woman). No, I thinkmi hermano(my brother) will be delivering your pain.”

Scooter’s eyes widen and when fear flashes across his face, I know he’s heard the rumors about Daemon’s reputation. I step back and Daemon instantly takes my spot, slicing a deep line through Scooter’s club tattoo. Ember steps up to Ashley while Taco takes Kane, Cobra takes Bug, and I walk over to Drone.