Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation #2) - Winter Travers Page 0,23
they wanted in exchange for her. I think they were a little surprised that the Banachis were contacting them, and they weren’t sure what their demands were. I honestly think they didn’t believe anyone was going to come looking for Royal.”
“I went to look for her,” Grit insisted. “No one answered the door, and then, right after, someone started following me. If I would have stayed in Destin, I would have been dead by now.”
“That’s still an option,” I growled. Grit may swear up and down that he was a changed man, but I still wasn’t ready to buy it.
“How long are we going to have to wait to figure out what they want?” King asked.
“I told them they had seventy-two hours before I started to grow impatient.” Marco splayed his hands out in front of him. “I figure they gave me their word that the girl was safe, so I didn’t need to go in being a complete asshole right away.”
“You know Leo would have if he was here,” Rigid laughed.
Marco smiled. “I’ve been in touch with Leo. He’s already pissed I didn’t throw my weight around more. The Meeks have some power behind their name, but nothing like Banachi. The only reason I’m willing to treat them like they are on my level is because they have something I wanted. As soon as we get the girl, you can bet your ass, my uncle will send them a message they won’t enjoy.”
“I always did have a soft spot for Leo,” Dad chuckled.
“So, we wait,” King sighed. “We’re sure we are going to hear from them, and this isn’t some ploy for them to extort money from you, and then we find out Royal is actually dead?”
Marco shook his head. “I deal with bad men every day. I can assure you the Meeks are not going to fuck me over. If they play this right, they come out on top.”
“Until Uncle Leo gets back in town,” Snapper chuckled.
Marco shrugged. “I mean, at the end of the day, Leo is the one who calls the shots. I’m not in the position to say what he will and won’t do when he gets back in town.”
“When is he due back?” King asked.
“Three weeks.” Marco stood and motioned to Grit. “Let’s go. I’m keeping him with me until we get everything settled. I don’t need him going off like some hothead and fucking up everything.”
“I’m not going to do anything,” Grit insisted.
“Yeah, because you didn’t almost get your ass kicked ten minutes ago by a motorcycle club and the mafia, right?” Rigid shook his head. “You better get your ass on the straight and narrow, kid, otherwise your ass is going to be dead real soon.”
“That’s the damn plan. Maybe you should save your speeches for my sister. She is the one who got all of us into this shitstorm,” Grit snapped.
“Oh, trust me,” King smirked. “As soon we get your sister, she’s gonna be deaf by the time we’re done with her.”
“I’ll be in touch if I hear anything from the Meeks,” Marco interrupted. “I’m gonna get Grit settled into his temporary accommodations.”
Grit followed Marco out the door, and he closed it behind him.
King looked at everyone around the table. “Once we figure out the details, we’re gonna have to move quickly. Under normal circumstances, we would only leave one or two guys behind, but since we still haven’t figured out who the hell is killing staff from Sultry Knights, we’re going to have to leave more.”
“When are the girls and rest of the guys going to be back?” Pie asked.
“They should be rolling in on Monday. Meg is pissed they can’t stop every fucking mile, but right now, we just need everyone back here and under one roof.” King nodded to me. “You’re gonna have your hands full.”
Dad and Rigid nodded.
“Uh, why me?” I asked.
“Because as soon as your woman finds out we are headed to Florida to rescue her friend, you can bet your ass Indiana is going to insist on going with,” Dad explained.
“I don’t think she’s his woman yet, though,” Easy cracked. “You might be jumping the gun there, Demon.”
“Wait, I thought you nailed her down?” Rigid twirled his finger in the air. “We’re doing this for a chick that is just a chick?”
“Aren’t they all chicks?” Zig asked.
“I mean she isn’t an ol’ lady,” Rigid clarified.
“Yet,” I drawled.
“Oh,” Easy laughed. “Months of staring and admiring from a distance is actually going to be something more?”