Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation #2) - Winter Travers Page 0,22
making a shit-ton of sloppy joes and French fries.
I couldn’t be in the meeting with Frost, and I understood it, but I didn’t like it. I needed to do something to take my mind off Royal and everything going on.
Cooking was going to be my distraction for the next hour or so.
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Frost
“Sit your ass down and cool off,” King thundered.
My hands balled into fists, and a growl escaped my lips. “He doesn’t deserve to be here. He doesn’t respect this club or me.”
“There are few who are smart enough to give respect without receiving it first.” Marco nodded toward Grit. “He’s not smart enough to understand that.”
“What the fuck?” Grit growled. “I’m pretty sure you were the one who told me I needed to be here.”
“Because you were the disrespectful prick whose first words to me were to fuck off,” Marco smirked. “Your tune did change pretty fucking quick when your two brain cells put two and two together and figured out who I was.” Marco nodded to King. “That respect you gave to me better be given to everyone at this table, or I’ll make sure you never make it back to Florida.”
And I instantly liked Marco even more than I already had. I sat down in my chair even though I still wanted to drag Grit across the table and beat the shit out of him.
“I’m the one who told Indy she needed to talk to the club for help.” He sat back in his seat and folded his arms over his chest. “Though I didn’t realize the club wouldn’t be able to help, and they would have to call in the mafia.”
“Are you really this much of an asshole?” Rigid asked. “I gotta ask if this trait runs in the family because if your sister is like this, I’m not too sure I’m willing to stick my neck out for her.”
Marco guffawed. “He’s got you there, kid.”
“Do I really gotta sit here and deal with this shit?” Grit growled.
“If you want our help, yeah,” King shrugged. “Don’t know you from Adam, kid, and then you walk into my clubhouse like you think I owe you something.” King leaned toward Grit. “I will make this crystal clear for you. My club and I are finding your sister for Indiana, not for you. Frost was right about you. You have no respect for anyone but expect everyone to do something for you.”
Grit glared at me. “Look, that’s how I was. Back when Indy and I dated.”
“Pretty sure you’re acting like a fucktard now, though,” Zag muttered.
Grit closed his eyes and laid his hands on the table. “I need your help, and I’m willing to do whatever you want me to do. It’s been years since Indy and I saw each other. I’m not the same guy I was back then. I got my shit together, and I’m trying to toe the line. That’s why I don’t have any connections to help me find Royal. Living on the straight and narrow doesn’t help when the bad guys come.”
Marco patted Grit on the back. “There. Was that really so hard to do? You catch a whole hell of a lot more bears with honey.”
“Bees,” Zig called. “Isn’t it bees?”
Marco smirked. “I see the Knights humor has been passed down to the second generation.”
“All right,” King called. “Let’s get down to it. Marco is going to have the information we need, but we’re the ones who are going to be heading down there. With Leo out of the country, half of his men are, too.” King nodded to Marco. “Listen up.”
Marco leaned forward. “I was able to get confirmation Royal is alive.”
“Is she hurt? Have they done anything to her?” Grit rambled.
Grit going from raging asshole to concerned brother was giving me whiplash.
“She’s alive. That’s all they would tell me,” Marco replied.
Grit sneered. “So, what the hell are we going to do now?”
Marco turned his head toward Grit. “Can I say you don’t really deal with pressure well. Cool your fucking jets, kid.”
“Last I checked, it wasn’t your sister who was kidnapped. I think I have the right to be a little on edge,” Grit bit off.
“I’m gonna talk again, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t interrupt me until I’m done. Got me?” Marco asked.
Grit held up his hands.
Marco sat back in his chair and sighed. “As of right now, nothing is going to happen to Royal. She’s as safe as she can be with the Meeks. I asked them what