Thrill Seeker (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 5) - Winter Travers Page 0,42

down the hallway and to his temporary room.

“All good,” Dyno called as we walked in.

Zephyr tossed a blanket over the bed, and Dyno walked out, wiping his hands on his jeans. “Toilet is clean and we found a blanket and pillow in the closet. It’s not much, but it should do.”

“Thanks,” Barracuda grunted. His tone didn’t leave room for conversation.

We ducked from the bedroom and closed the door behind us.

“What in the fuck is going on?” Zephyr asked quietly. He glanced back at the closed door. “Why in the fuck is the prez of the Royal Bastards here?”

I glanced at the closed door. “No fucking clue, but I know Quinn is going to get to the bottom of it. Church in fifteen minutes.”

Dyno moved down the hallway. “I’m assuming our surprise guest will be there.”

I nodded. “Yeah. Quinn seemed pretty eager when he asked Barracuda if he was up for a meeting.”

Zephyr ran his fingers through his hair. “I can bet you a thousand bucks no one thought this shit was going to happen today. Barracuda knocking on our door like it’s fucking normal?”

This was the craziness of the Kings of Vengeance.

One day, we didn’t have a care in the world, and the next, there’s a dead body at my feet and unexpected prez knocking on our door.

Fucking crazy, man.

Fucking crazy.

*

Deedra

“Who is that?” Kimber hissed.

I shrugged and grabbed the loaf of bread from the counter. “I have no idea. Point and I were basically spilling our hearts to each other, then he rolled up.” I looked around for the large, serrated knife.

“Aw,” Petra called. “You guys made up?”

“Focus,” Fancy called. “We all knew they were going to make up. The thing we need to worry about is the mountain of a man who waltzed in here. You could feel how uneasy everyone was.”

“Did he say anything outside?” Queenie asked me.

I grabbed the bread knife out of the knife block and cut thick slices of bread. In about ten seconds, Kimber had figured to make spaghetti and garlic bread after realizing her plan of pork chops and potatoes was out the window. Partly because the only thing that was defrosted was a large pile of hamburger meat.

Now we were all working on getting it cooked and on the table in record time. None of us knew what was going on, but we knew whatever it was, was serious. Church may take minutes, but it could also take a long time.

“Uh, Point first asked if he could help him, and Barracuda said no one could help him anymore.” I pushed the sliced pieces to the side of the cutting board.

Queenie grabbed the bread and slathered it with butter.

“That doesn’t sound very good,” Fancy muttered.

“He just asked for a hot meal and a warm bed.” I finished slicing the bread and reached for another loaf. Cooking for an MC was way different than anything I had ever done before. However much I thought was enough, Kimber told me to double. Two loaves of garlic bread it was.

“I don’t know what is going on, girls, but I don’t have a very good feeling,” Kimber muttered. She stirred the large pot of browning meat and sighed. “I think this might be a good time to start drinking.”

That sounded like a brilliant idea.

“Though let’s not get to dad-jokes drunk, yeah?” Petra laughed. “I’m not too sure Barracuda would appreciate that like our guys do.”

Fancy grabbed five glasses from the cupboard and set them on the table. “I agree, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a glass to help ease our nerves, right?”

“Fill ‘em up, Fancy. I have a feeling we’re all going to need a drink by the time this night is over.” Kimber handed me an onion. “Chop that up and then do another when you finish cutting the bread.”

I nodded and grabbed the onion. I finished slicing the bread and Queenie worked on buttering and then sprinkling garlic power over them.

I glanced down the hallway, where the guys had all filed. “How long do you think they’ll be?”

I peeled the paper skin from the onion and dropped it into the garbage next to the counter.

“However long it takes,” Fancy muttered. She grabbed a bottle of wine and filled each glass to the brim. “Just one glass,” she laughed.

“Oh my,” Petra laughed. “Though I guess Rhino can’t get mad at me when I tell him I only have one glass.”

Even in the midst of a possible crisis, these women were crazy and having a