Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation #2) - Winter Travers Page 0,49
her other hand. “Drink all of this and take these.”
“Yes, doctor.” She popped the pills into her mouth and downed half of the water.
“King called church in five minutes. You good with Royal?” Church actually started in about thirty seconds, but I wanted to make sure Indiana was awake and okay before I left her.
“Go, go,” she shooed. “I’ll wallow in my self-pity for two more minutes, and then, I gotta catch up with my Royal.”
I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “All right, darlin’. Meg saved you a plate from breakfast if you get hungry.”
She held a hand to her stomach. “I think I’ll pass on that right now. Water seems to be all I can handle.”
“It’s in the fridge if you want it.”
“I’ll keep an eye on her while you’re gone,” Royal laughed. “I told Meg to keep the tequila locked up at least until two.”
“Church!” King bellowed down the hallway.
Indiana pushed me off the bed. “You better go before King takes away your talking privileges,” she warned.
I jogged out of the room and down the hallway to church.
“Thank Christ,” Zag muttered. “King was about two seconds away from blowing his top.”
“I didn’t mean…” My words stalled when my eyes connected with King’s.
“What?” he growled.
King sat at the head of the table, a gavel in his hand, and a bright pink shirt covering his chest. The sleeves barely covered his shoulders, and the words “Real men wear pink and eat it” were scrolled across the shirt.
“Uh, did you lose a bet or something?” I asked.
Rigid clapped King on the shoulder. “This is what happens when your wife forgets to do laundry, and you’re too stubborn to do it yourself.”
“Sit your ass down,” King grunted. “We’re not having a meeting to discuss my damn laundry.”
“King,” Meg called. “Don’t you get mad at those guys because you can’t seem to put your dirty clothes in the hamper. This is your own damn fault you have to wear one of Remy’s old shirts.”
“Shut that door,” King grunted.
Pie leaned back and swung the door shut.
“Be nice!” Meg yelled before it clicked closed.
King slammed the gavel on the table. “You guys think we can have a meeting without being dumbasses?”
Demon scoffed, and Rigid sputtered.
“You really gonna say that to us when you’re wearing that shirt?” Slider laughed.
King tugged on the right sleeve. “Instead of taking away your talking privileges, I’ll just make you assholes close your eyes the whole time. Problem solved.”
Rigid held up his hands. “I’ve gone colorblind. I see nothing wrong with your fashion choices.”
“I’ll make this shit quick.” King pointed at me. “I talked to Marco while you were scraping your girl off the floor last night. He’s not telling me what he promised the Meeks, but don’t think you’re going to get away with not paying for it. The Banachis are family, but Leo doesn’t let shit slide.”
I held up my hands. “Whatever they want, I’ll do.” I had told Indiana I would do everything I could to keep her happy and that meant possibly owing to the Banachis for the rest of my life, then that was what I was going to do.
“What’s the deal with her friend?” Pie asked. “She sticking around?”
“No clue. I think Indiana wants her to move here, but I don’t know if that is going to happen. I think she has family in Florida.”
“Her shitty brother?” Zag laughed. “Not sure I would stick around for that guy.”
King shrugged. “Marco said Grit actually minded his fucking manners and didn’t cause him any problems. As long as the guy keeps his ass in Florida, I’m okay with him.”
“Anyone talk to the friend?” Slider asked.
Demon smiled wide. “You know the girls. They were flapping and squawking all around her this morning. If she does stay, I’m sure she’ll fit in just fine.”
“And that is why I skipped breakfast today. I could hear the girls talking and cackling all the way in my bedroom.” Snapper leaned back and folded his arms behind his head. “An extra hour of sleep was pretty nice.”
“Don’t get too used to that,” King drawled. “While you were sleeping, Meg was talking my ear off about converting the building next to the shop into a fucking dance studio.”
“Uh, I’ve seen Meg dance. Are we trying to lose money or something?” Demon asked.
“Unless we have people pay for her to not dance.” Slider tapped a finger to his temple. “We might be onto something with that.”
“Meg isn’t dancing, you idiots. It’s gonna be pole