Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation #2) - Winter Travers Page 0,21

also slightly creepy that you’re watching me, but I know it won’t last forever.”

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I’m sure as soon as the craziness is over, Hero will disconnect all of the cameras.” And then Hell would freeze over.

There was one thing Reva, and well, anyone who ended up with a Devil’s Knight, needed to know. We protected what’s ours with our dying breath. Whether it be having them close by or using things to keep them safe, we would do it. The cameras were never going to come down at Hair of the Dog.

Before we could even walk out the front door, each of the dog’s owners were parking to pick up their pets.

“Well,” Reva laughed, “I guess I can lock up and head over to the clubhouse with you now.”

She made fast work of shutting down the shop, and then we were all headed back to the clubhouse.

Indiana walked next to me and smiled. “So, on a scale of one to ten, how mad were you when you found out Greta and I made a break for it?”

“Seventeen,” Hero called.

I rolled my eyes. “Honestly?”

She nodded.

“Ten.”

Her laugh floated around me.

We reached the edge of the parking lot, and I grabbed her hand as we crossed the road.

“I was with Easy. I figured that would make things a little better,” she tried to reason.

“I guess. If it had been Zig or Zag, though, it wouldn’t have mattered,” I grumbled.

“I still don’t get how you’re the youngest out of the three of you guys and you’re the one who actually acts like an adult,” Easy laughed.

“Probably because I saw all of the trouble they got into and didn’t need to do any of that.”

“Barbie Jeep!” Greta called. “You got into your own kind of trouble, Braxton.”

“Braxton,” Indiana gasped.

“Oh, damn,” Greta laughed. “I just let your badass biker secret out.”

I turned and flipped her off. “It’s a better name than Greta.”

She wrinkled her nose. “It’s a classic.”

“That’s the truth,” Easy laughed. He spun around and pointed at Greta. “Don’t even think about saying my name,” he warned.

“I won’t. You’re not crushing on Reva or Indy. No need to spill your secret.”

We made it to the clubhouse and headed straight to church after we left the girls in the common room.

King, Rigid, and Dad were sitting in their usual spots, but Marco was also there. I knew King would get the ball rolling fast for Royal.

But there was one person sitting next to Marco I didn’t expect to be there.

Fucking Grit was back.

*

Chapter Eight

Indiana

“I’m hungry,” Reva whined.

Greta plopped down on the couch and groaned. “Girl, me, too. It’s hard work washing a dog.”

Reva pulled out her phone. “Pizza or subs? I got both apps. I won’t even need to talk to anyone.”

“I’m so sick of both of those. Isn’t there anything else we can order?” Greta asked.

Reva pursed her lips. “We could do Chinese?”

Greta gagged and shook her head. “Last time I had Chang’s, I barfed all night.”

Reva looked at Greta over her phone. “Was it the food or all the tequila?”

Greta pointed her finger at Reva. “You’re a smartass, and you know I like that shit.”

“Um, I could cook something, if you want,” I volunteered. When I made breakfast this morning, I had taken mental stock of everything in the freezer. There were a couple of meals I could make rather quickly.

“You can cook?” Greta asked.

“Yes, girl. You should have woken up before noon today, and you would have seen that. Indy made a full breakfast that wasn’t cereal,” Reva bragged.

“No way,” Greta gasped.

I laughed and stood. “I don’t get how Meg is such a good cook, and none of you guys seem to be able to cook. I learned how to cook from my mom. If Meg was my mom or aunt, you bet your butt I would have learned everything she knew.”

Greta shrugged. “Well, why learn to cook when you always have someone cooking for you?”

I guess there was some truth to that. Though they should all at least know how to make the basics. From the way Pie talked this morning, it was like none of them knew how to even cook an egg or make toast.

“Well, I’m gonna go make dinner, so put away your phone and just relax,” I called.

“Don’t gotta tell us twice,” Greta replied. “I’m gonna let Luna know to haul her cookies over here if she wants a homecooked meal.”

I laughed and walked into the kitchen. “The more the merrier.” I planned on