Unraveling Fayth
Devil’s Knights Series
Book 8
Winter Travers
Copyright © 2017 Winter Travers
ISBN-13:978-1542658287
ISBN-10: 1542658284
Unraveling Fayth: Devil’s Knights Series, Book 8
Editor: Jennifer Severino @ Twitching Pen Editing
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Also by Winter Travers
The Devil’s Knights Series:
Loving Lo
Finding Cyn
Gravel’s Road
Battling Troy
Gambler’s Longshot
Keeping Meg
Fighting Demon
Unraveling Fayth
Skid Row Kings Series:
DownShift
PowerShift
BangShift
Table of Contents
Also by Winter Travers
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Epilogue
Coming Soon
About the Author
Dive into the first chapter of DownShift
Dedication
From the end springs new beginnings.
Acknowledgments
For my boys and family. None of this would be possible without them.
Lizette AKA Lester. Thanks for hanging with me and being my own personal cheerleader. #RideOrDie
Nikki Horn! Best Street Team Captain ever! You’ve been waiting for Slider since Loving Lo. This one is for you. #SlidersGirl
Thank you to my Word Sprint Sisters. Being able to sprint at any time of the day with y’all gives me the motivation to keep writing. Trinity Rose, Sarah O’Rourke, S Van Horne, Mayra Statham, Brynne Asher, Layla Frost, and Sarah Curtis. You ladies ROCK!
To my amazing BETAs. Nikki Horn, Alicia Cline, Kendra LeSalle, and Natalie Weston. Thank you for all your encouragement, and eye to detail that helps to make each book better than the last.
Chapter 1
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“How long does this normally take?”
“I don’t know, man. I’ve never done this before.”
“Well, why don’t you ask Meg? She’s done this at least once.”
King shook his head and sat down in the chair next to me. “I really don’t think I should barge in there and demand to know how much longer they are going to be.”
“Why the hell not? If it’s going to be hours, we could grab something to eat without them even knowing that we were gone.”
“Thinking with your stomach again, huh, Turtle?” I kicked my feet out and stretched out my legs. We had been at the hospital for five hours already, and we hadn’t heard what was going on other than Cyn was going to have the baby, eventually.
“Shut the hell up.” He rubbed his stomach and flipped me off. “I’m a growing boy.”
King shook his head and leaned back on the wall. “Take a walk, Turtle. I’ll talk to Meg in a little bit. I don’t think having a baby happens instantly. We’re in for a long wait.”
Turtle grabbed his leather jacket off the back of my chair and headed down the hallway. “I’ll be around,” he called.
“Jesus,” King swore. “It’s like herding cats with you fuckers.”
“Hey, don’t group me in with that asshat.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket, checking for the fiftieth time to see if I had missed her phone call.
“She call you yet?” King asked.
I shook my head no and shoved my phone in my pocket. I hadn’t heard from Fayth in over two months, and I was going fucking crazy waiting. “You talk to Leo lately?” Updates from Leo were the only thing that was keeping me in Rockton and not hopping on my bike headed to Chicago.
“He said she’s doing good. Not much has changed, though.”
I nodded and gritted my teeth. No change was all I’ve heard for the past two fucking months. “I need to go see her, King.”
“Leo doesn’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I don’t give a flying fuck if Leo thinks it’s a good idea or not. I’ve waited long enough. I didn’t even get to say goodbye when he swooped in and took her back to Chicago.” I was still pissed as hell. It had been a week after the shooting, and I had left the hospital for half an hour to grab a shower and something to eat. By the time I had gotten back, Fayth was gone, and the only person who was there was one of Leo’s henchmen, Apollo.
Two and a half months ago
“Where the fuck is she?” I demanded.
Apollo sized me up and crossed his arms over his chest. “He took her home.”
“What the fuck for?” This was fucking bullshit. Fayth was in one of the best hospitals in Wisconsin. She was receiving all the help and attention she needed. I was making sure of that.
“Leo has some things going on back home that he is dealing with, and it’s in Fayth’s best interest not to be far away.”
“You always talk like you got a stick up your ass?” Apollo growled but didn’t say anything. “She was fine here. I was looking after her.”
“Just like you were looking after her when she got shot in the head?”
I ran my fingers through my hair and sat on the edge of the bed. Apollo was the only one who had the balls to say what everyone else was thinking. “I didn’t think Big A was going to go after Fayth. Hell, she doesn’t have anything to do with all the shit going on.”
Apollo shrugged. “He did and now she’s back in Chicago. Tell King that Leo will be in touch.” Apollo ducked out the door and I was left in an empty hospital room wondering what the fuck I was going to do next.
King stood and started pacing the hallway. “Give her more time, Slider.”
“You telling me that you would be able to stay away from Meg that long?”
“Hell no, but that’s because I’m married to her and plan on spending the rest of my life with her. Y
ou don’t know what you want from Fayth. Part of me thinks that you just feel guilty because you didn’t protect her.”
I stood and glared at King. “I didn’t protect her, and nothing will ever make up for that. If you could not throw it in my fucking face, that’d be great.”
“I’m not throwing it in your face. All I’m saying is that if you want to see her, make sure it’s for the right reasons, and not just to sooth your own pride.” King stood in front of me and put his hand on my shoulder. “You’ve changed since that night, Slider. So did Fayth. Just know what you want before you see her. She deserves that much.”
King wandered down the hallway and disappeared around a corner.
I sank back down into the chair and put my head in my hands.
I had no fucking clue what I wanted, but I knew I wasn’t going to figure it out here. Two more weeks was all I was going to wait, then I was headed to Chicago, whether I was wanted there or not.
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Chapter 2
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Meg ran to the front door and shouted, “They’re here!”
“Jesus, Meg. You’re acting like you haven’t seen Cyn in months. It’s been a couple of hours.” King shook his head and sat down next to me at the poker table.
“She’s got baby fever,” I chuckled.
“Yeah, well she can work out that baby fever with Cyn and Rigid’s kid. She can spoil Micha rotten and then give him back,” King grumbled. “I’m not into sharing Meg with more than Remy. I’m a selfish bastard when it comes to her.”
Rigid came through the front door, the baby carrier over one arm and a blue diaper bag slung over his shoulder. Meg had stepped off to the side and was oohing and ahhing over the baby as soon as Rigid set the carrier down.
“Stop,” Cyn called. “Did you wash your hands?” she asked Meg who was hunched over the carrier, her hands poised to lift Micha out of the seat.
“Really?” Meg scoffed. “You’re going to get over that new paranoid parent thing real quick,” she said laughing while she unbuckled the straps and gently lifted Micha into her arms.
“So, are we going to be calling you daddy soon?” Hammer asked when he sat down at the table with us.
King, Turtle, and I looked at Hammer and shook our heads. “Sorry, Hammer. But that’s really not a kink I’m into.” King smirked.
“Oh, fuck you,” Hammer said. “You know what the hell I meant.”
Meg sat down on the couch and scolded Hammer. “Language.”
“Babe, the kid doesn’t even know his name. I’m pretty sure he’s not going to know what fuck means.” King stood and made his way over to the bar.
“He may not know what it means now, but he will eventually. It’s better if you start curbing your cursing now.”
“Babe, you cuss just as much as I do.” King grabbed four beers and a bottle of Jack. “You’re supposed to be the cool aunt, not the one with a stick up their ass.”
“I do not have a stick up my ass,” Meg growled. “We just don’t need to corrupt the kid not even an hour out of the hospital.”
Cyn sat down next to Meg and watched every move she made. “Make sure you’re supporting his neck.”
Meg shook her head and smiled down at Micha. “Your mama needs to take a chill pill, yes she does,” she cooed.
“I do not need to take a chill pill,” Cyn muttered and crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in the couch. “I need a nap and a hot bath. Everything feels stretched out and saggy. How come no one ever tells you about this part of having a baby?”
“Because then no one would want to get pregnant, that’s why. My body hasn’t been the same since I had Remy.”
Cyn’s eyes got huge and her jaw dropped. “Meg, Remy is almost eighteen years old.”
Meg laughed and cradled Micha in her arms. “Yup. He most definitely is.”
“Oh, my god,” Cyn gasped. “I’m destined to be stretchy and saggy for the rest of my life,” she moaned.
“Hey, could you not terrify Cyn right now, Meg?” Rigid called from the kitchen. “She’s hot as fuck and nothing is going to change that. Even pushing an eight-pound baby out of her who-ha.”
“Who-ha?” King chuckled.
“Can’t really call it a pussy when I’m talking about the boy.” Rigid strutted out of the kitchen with two bottles of water in his hand and a bag of chips in the other.
“Words!” Meg yelled.
“Aw hell, we can’t even say pussy anymore?” Hammer grumbled.
“Not in front of Micha. I swear y’all are trying to turn him into a dirty-talking biker and he’s barely been out of the womb for four days.” Meg stood and paced back and forth, rocking Micha in her arms.
“His father is one of those dirty-talking bikers, so I don’t really think it’s that far of a stretch that the apple isn’t going to fall far from the tree.” Rigid shrugged and moved over to Cyn. “You wanna go lay down for a bit,” he asked and handed her a bottle of water.
She twisted the cap open and took a small sip. “A nap sounds heavenly but I doubt Micha is going to cooperate.”
Meg waved her hand at Cyn. “Nonsense. I can watch Micha while you take a nap. That’s was kick-ass aunts are for.”
“Hey! She just said ass. How the hell does that work?” Turtle asked.
“It works because she’s my wife, and she has no logic to her reasoning. Just go with it, Turtle. You’ll be better off that way.” King tilted his head at Turtle and winked. “At least, that’s what I tell myself every night.”
“I’ll pass on that shit,” Hammer muttered under his breath.
“Anyway,” Meg said rolling her eyes. “Take a nap. I’ll be here.”
Cyn stood and looked over at Meg. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Go now, before I change my mind.”
Rigid grabbed Cyn’s hand and dragged her down the hallway to his room.
“I give her twenty minutes before she's out here checking on Micha,” I chuckled.
“Hopefully, she lasts longer than that.” Meg glided over to King and sat down in his lap. “She’s going to have a lot of sleepless nights coming up.”
King looked down at the baby in Meg’s arms and wrapped an arm around her waist. “You look pretty good with a baby in your arms, babe.”
Meg laughed. “It may be more than sixteen years since I’ve actually held a baby, but it all seems to come back to ya real quick.”
“Well, you can get your baby fix with Micha and then give him back.”
Meg pressed a kiss to the side of King’s head. “That’s the plan, handsome. Besides, I am way past my baby-having days.”
“Good. Keep it that way,” King ordered.
Meg looked around the table at us with a small smile on her lips. “Have you heard anything new about Fayth?” she asked me.
I shook my head and took a long pull from my beer. “Nope. I hear the same thing every day. She’s doing fine.”
“Are you planning—”
“Meg,” King cut her off. “Let it be, babe,” he ordered, shaking his head.
“But, why can’t I?”
“Because you’re not going to say anything Slider hasn’t thought or been asked fifty times.”
“But he can—” King cut her off with a stern look and Meg snapped her mouth shut. “Fine,” she muttered.
I could only imagine the fifty questions Meg was going to fire off at me. They weren’t going to be any different than the ones I had been asking myself. “You’ll be the first to know if anything happens, Meg. Although, I doubt that is going to happen anytime soon.”
“Who are we talking about?” Hammer asked.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Meg whispered.
“Fayth, jackass,” King growled.
“Leo’s sister?”
“Were you dropped on your head as a baby, Hammer?” Turtle asked.
“No. At least, not that I know of,” Hammer replied and scratched his head.
“I think you need to have an
entry-level test that all prospects have to take if they want to be part of the club,” Meg laughed.
“Then I wouldn’t have anyone in the fucking club,” King chuckled.
“But he’d have me,” Meg cooed down at Micha. “I’m gonna go to our room and play with Micha.”
“He’s a baby. How in the hell are you going to play with him?” King asked, as Meg stood and headed down the hallway.
“Come with me and find out,” she called. “Oh, and bring his bag.”
“Walked right into that one, didn’t I?” King grumbled and grabbed the diaper bag from next to the couch and followed Meg.
“Sure did, brother,” I chuckled.
Hammer looked between Turtle and me. “Now, what the hell are we going to do tonight?”
“Pizza and poker?” Turtle suggested.
“Works for me,” I said, as I shrugged. It wasn’t like I had my own ol’ lady to hideaway in my room with like most of the fuckers in the club did.
“You think we could get Gambler to play?” Turtle asked and walked behind the bar.
I pulled my phone out and fired off a couple of messages to Gambler, Demon, and Troy. I doubted any of them would come, but what did it hurt to ask? “I asked him. We’ll see. If anything, he’ll bring Gwen with him so she can fawn over the baby and then maybe he can play a couple of hands with us.” I kicked my feet out, stretching my legs and looked around the clubhouse.
Things had sure changed from a year ago. Normally on Friday night, the common room would have been overflowing with people partying, celebrating the end of another week with a twelve-pack and ten bottles of booze. Now here we were, me with these two fuckers playing a pathetic game of poker begging Gambler and Demon to leave their ol’ ladies for a couple of hours.
“I bet if you text Troy and have him tell Marley that we’re ordering pizza, they’ll be over before it even gets delivered.” Turtle grabbed the half-empty bottle of whiskey, a couple of shot glasses, and the deck of cards.
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