Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation #2) - Winter Travers Page 0,13

“That is one name I never thought we would have to bring up around this table.”

“You know the Meeks?” Indiana asked.

Dad nodded. “It would be more surprising if I hadn’t heard the name before.”

“Runs flesh up and down 95.” King sat back in his chair. “That’s a whole other kind of evil.”

“Jesus,” Zag grunted. “How the hell did your friend manage to get tangled up with someone like that?”

“My sister likes to think she can fix people. No matter how fucked up they are,” Grit interrupted. “Rider was way above anything she had ever dealt with before.”

“Yeah, the son of a notorious human trafficker. Not really someone who can be saved,” Zig laughed.

“Royal’s big heart is her strength and downfall. She only sees good in people even though they are basically in her face showing her all of the reasons why they aren’t good.” Indiana hung her head. “Look, this has nothing to do with you guys. I just need to get to Florida and straighten all of this out.”

Rigid scoffed.

Dad shook his head and frowned.

“So, you’re going to head to Florida and just ask Biff and Rider Meeks to release Royal, and they’ll give her back to you? Is that what you’re thinking is going to happen?” King asked. “I gotta say your friend Royal isn’t the only one who only sees the good in people.”

“I know Biff is a bad guy. I don’t know what I’m going to say or do, but I have to get Royal back. She’s my best friend, and I know she would do everything she could if I were in her shoes,” Indiana insisted.

Grit leaned toward Indiana from across the table. “We need them, I. There isn’t a chance in hell that you and I are going to be able to save Royal with no help.”

I glared at Grit. No way in hell Indiana was going to do anything with Grit alone. I had no idea of their past, but I didn’t like the guy one bit. “The Knights are going to help Indiana.”

“We are?” King asked.

Well, shit. “Uh, well, I mean, we can, right? There really isn’t a reason why we can’t.”

Jesus. My blind hate for Grit made me open my mouth before I should have. King was somewhat heading out the door on being prez, but that didn’t mean anything since he was still sitting at the head of the table.

“We’re gonna need Leo,” Dad said quietly. “He’s got the connections that we don’t when it comes to this.”

“He’s out of the country right now. Slider was telling me Marco is in charge for the time being.” Rigid folded his arms over his chest. “All of these young whippersnappers are taking over.”

“Uh, isn’t Marco forty-two?” Easy asked. “That really isn’t a whippersnapper, is it?”

“Fucking hell, we’re getting old,” Dad grunted.

“Yeah, you are,” Hero pipped in.

Hero was chomping at the bit to be the next prez of the Devil’s Knights. I couldn’t really blame him, either. I already had it in my head that he would be prez, and I would be his VP. None of that would happen until all the OGs stepped down and let us “whippersnappers” have at it. Maybe pointing out that they were getting old wasn’t the best thing, though.

“You’re walking on thin ice, kid,” Rigid grunted. “Try telling your dad he’s getting old again and see what happens.”

Hero held up his hands. “I mean, I’m just stating the truth.”

Rigid growled.

King slammed the gavel down again.

“He really is slam happy with that thing,” Zag whispered.

Yeah, now this was a normal church with the Knights. King slamming the gavel the whole time, and everyone having side conversations that somehow had nothing to do with what we were really talking about.

“Everyone shut the fuck up,” King thundered. “Y’all fuckers are the reason for my gray hair.”

“I just figured that was from all of Meg’s antics throughout the years,” Zig snickered.

“Ryan,” Dad snapped.

Uh oh. It was never good when Dad pulled out our real names.

Zig sat up straight and zipped his lips. Even he knew shit just got serious. “Sorry, King.”

We all thought Meg was a complete nut, but at the end of the day, she was King’s ol’ lady. Jokes could only go so far before King started getting pissed off.

King laid the gavel on the table. “I’ll get in touch with Marco. He might be able to help, and he might not be able to.”

“And what are we supposed to do while you have a talk with some