Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation #2) - Winter Travers Page 0,18

ass that day he brandished that thing like a fucking sword and shooed all of those ducks out.”

Hero was laughing so hard that he leaned over and rested his hands on his knees.

“Can we take this trip down memory lane after we make sure Indiana is okay?” I drawled.

King clapped me on the shoulder. “I have a feeling this isn’t going to be the first time that your woman goes off on a wild tear, but you might want to accept my advice to just take a deep breath and not go off the deep end. Greta was at least smart enough to make Easy tag along with them.”

“That is why his road name is Easy. You can talk him into doing anything ‘cause he just isn’t into putting up a fight.” Hero stood up straight and ran his fingers through his hair. “Fuck, I haven’t laughed that hard in a minute.”

I headed out the front door with Hero and King trailing me.

“How about that time Meg took Snapper to the fair and came home with a goat and three chickens?” Hero wheezed.

We made it to the edge of the road and had to wait for traffic to pass.

“Snapper loved those damn chickens,” King laughed. “Had no clue for two years that when they died, they were his birthday dinner.”

Hero flew into another fit of laughter. “Thank God you guys sold the goat and didn’t eat him.”

I jogged across the road and hoped Hero and King just stayed behind to keep reminiscing. I wasn’t so lucky.

King’s voice came from behind me. “He was a mean son of a bitch. I figured out real quick why the guy at the fair threw him in with the three chickens. He ate three of Meg’s candles and all of her underwear drawer. That was the final straw with him.”

“The fact that she thought she could dress him in pajamas and have him be a house goat was hilarious,” Hero chuckled.

When I was halfway across the parking lot to Hair of the Dog, Easy stepped out with a ball of fur in his arms.

“I don’t know why the hell you are so pissed off, brother,” Easy hollered.

I wasn’t pissed. Well, okay, I was pissed but only because Easy hadn’t told me he was going on a fucking field trip across the street with Indiana in tow. A little heads up might have been nice.

“At least they only went across the street,” Hero called.

Easy cringed, and his eyes dropped to the pavement.

“Where else did Greta drag you?” King asked.

Easy lifted his head and ran his fingers through his hair. “We might have gone to the strip club to check up on Luna.”

“Jesus,” Hero groaned. “I don’t think I can talk Frost out of being pissed off at that one, Easy. Chicks are getting killed, and you take Greta and Indiana to the place that’s the connection between all of the girls?”

Easy pointed into the Hair of the Dog. “Have you met my sister? It was either go along with whatever she wanted to do or tell her no and know that she was going to do it still. Decisions were made, and I’m pretty sure I made the right one. Next time, I’ll just let those two go off by themselves.”

“You made the right choice, Easy,” King replied. “Next time, maybe bring one of the guys along with you for backup. Greta has Gwen’s blood pumping through her veins, and God knows Gwen got into her fair share of shenanigans.”

“Thanks to Meg and Cyn,” Hero laughed.

Meg and Cyn were the catalysts when it came to ol’ ladies getting into trouble. Now, it looked like Greta was going to take over that role. Hopefully, Indiana wasn’t going to be the Cyn to her Meg.

“She in there?” I asked.

Easy nodded and stroked the head of the dog he was holding. “They’ve been helping Reva.”

“Why the hell are you holding a dog?” King asked.

Easy shrugged. “He likes me.”

Hero pointed his finger at Easy. “You know you got some of that Greta weirdness in you, right?”

Easy lifted the dog closer to his face and pressed a kiss to its nose. “Whatever, brother. You gotta have a heart of stone to resist this cute face.”

I pushed past Easy and his irresistible dog. It was a cute little shit, but right now, I just needed to get my eyes on Indiana.

Laughter sounded as soon as I opened the door, and I could hear Greta shouting. No one was at the front