Huntsville, AL Chapter:
Savage Heat
Whiskey Tango
Can’t Fix Cupid
Ratchet’s Revenge
Patched for Christmas
Love at First FightPossessing Demon
Mistletoe and Mayhem
Bullseye- Struck by Cupid’s Arrow
Legend
Spider
Blade’s Christmas Ride
Lost in Yonkers
Yonkers, NY Chapter:
Hurricane’s House
Reacher’s Ride or Die
Beast’s Christmas Belle
What’s coming next from K.L. Ramsey? How about a new RBMC spin-off (I will be doing a couple of them this year!) You won’t want to miss Butcher’s Blade (Savage Bastards MC Book 1) coming in 2026!
BUTCHER
The Huntsville night was thick with smoke and tension, the kind that clung to your skin and made every breath taste like gasoline and rage. The Royal Bastards’ clubhouse pulsed with music and laughter, but Butcher wasn’t hearing any of it. His focus was locked on Savage—the man who’d been his brother, his leader, his anchor in the chaos, who was now standing across the room with a look that cut deeper than any blade ever could. And what hurt the most was that Savage believed everything he was told about Butcher, all the fucking lies. He bought them hook, line, and sinker.
“You crossed a line,” Savage growled, his voice low but carrying enough weight to silence the chatter around them. His eyes burned with the kind of fury that usually made men step back, but Butcher didn’t flinch. The rest of the guys stood around him and Savage, ready to take sides, but he knew the score—if things went south, they’d have their Prez’s back, no questions asked.
“I did what had to be done,” Butcher shot back, jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides. “You think I’m gonna sit back while you play king and let the rest of us bleed for your pride?” Theroom shifted, his brothers watching and waiting. Loyalty was currency here, and tonight it was about to be spent in blood—probably his.
Savage stepped forward, standing chest to chest with him now. “You don’t get to question me. Not here, not ever.”
Butcher’s laugh was sharp and bitter. “That’s the problem, Prez. You think this club is yours alone. But it’s ours. And I’m done being your weapon.” Butcher knew what he was getting into when he agreed to be the club’s Enforcer. If Savage or the other guys had an issue that was going to be messy, he’d go in to clean them up. He was in charge of keeping his Prez and his brothers safe, but he was done with all that now.
The first punch landed before anyone could move. Savage’s fist cracked against Butcher’s jaw, sending him stumbling back into a table. Bottles shattered, voices rose, but Butcher came back swinging. His knuckles split against Savage’s cheek, the taste of iron flooding his mouth as the fight turned ugly in more ways than one.
Brothers tried to intervene, but the two men were fire and gasoline—unstoppable, inevitable. Chairs toppled, curses flew, and the bond that had held them together for years snapped like a chain under too much strain.
Finally, Butcher shoved Savage back, his chest heaving, blood dripping from his lip. He looked around the room—at the faces of men who’d once been his family, and he saw nothing but judgment, hesitation, and betrayal. That was the moment he knew. For months now, he couldn’t decide what to do, but now he knew for sure. He needed to strike out on his own, and the Royal Bastards be damned.
Without another word, Butcher ripped off his kutte, the Royal Bastards patch heavy in his hand. He threw it down at Savage’s feet, the leather hitting the floor like a gunshot.
“I’m done,” he said, voice raw and final. And then he walked out of Savage Hell, into the night, into the unknown, into the kind of freedom that tasted like shit and promise all at once.
The roar of his bike split the silence as he tore down the Huntsville back roads, leaving behind the only home he’d ever known. Butcher wasn’t sure where he was headed, but one thing was certain—he was done with Savage and the Royal Bastards.
