Devil’s Knights MC Box Set 2

by Winter Travers

  She flipped me off and chucked her pen at my face.

  I managed to swat it away before it hit me, and she flounced down the hallway to her room.

  “Fayth,” I called.

  She turned around and glared at me.

  “Sweet dreams, Firecracker,” I growled and winked at her.

  “Ass,” she hissed and slammed the door behind her. I heard the lock fall into place, and I leaned against the wall.

  Holy hell, it had actually worked.

  Now, I needed to figure out how to get her so riled up that she was just start spewing words at me.

  This was going to be more fun than I had bargained for. It would have been better if she had agreed to sleep with me, but there was always time for that later.

  Beggars can’t be choosers. I had Fayth in my house, and she was starting to talk.

  I would have to say this had been a good day.

  A damn good day.

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  Chapter 17

  Fayth

  “Say it.”

  I shook my head and grabbed the pan full of scrambled eggs off of the burner.

  “Come on, Mom. Please, just say it once.”

  I scooped eggs onto three plates and set the pan back on the stove. Being able to only say two words, and one of those words being “ass,” was not something I wanted to brag about.

  Slider had gotten me so pissed off last night, the word “ass” had just ripped from my throat, and I was even more shocked by it than he was.

  He had rolled off of the couch while I was making breakfast this morning, pressed a kiss to the side of my head, and told Marco I had said “ass” last night. Then, before I could find my paper fast enough to rip into him, he had disappeared into his bedroom, and I heard the water turn on in the bathroom. Now, I was dealing with Marco begging me to say “ass.”

  The toast popped up from the toaster, and I slathered them with butter.

  “I don’t know why you won’t say it. You should be proud that you can say another word.”

  I rolled my eyes and pushed his plate towards him.

  “What do you think your next word is going to be? I bet if I tell Gambler, they’ll get a pool going on which word it’ll be.”

  I bugged my eyes out and shook my head. There was no way in hell there was going to be a pool going on about me.

  “I already told King,” Slider announced and walked into the kitchen, pulling a t-shirt on over his head.

  My gaze traveled over his toned and tanned chest before he tugged the shirt down, and I got an eye full of his nearly perfect body.

  I turned back to the stove and braced my hands on the counter. What the hell was I doing eyeing up Slider? The man had made me so mad last night that I had felt like I was ready to explode.

  “You think he’ll tell Gambler? I’d totally get in on that bet. I’m guessing her next word will be douche,” Marco said.

  I spun around and pointed a finger at him. He knew not to talk like that, and I had a feeling he was taking advantage of the fact that I couldn’t talk.

  “Hey, let’s lay off the bad words and leave those to your mom,” Slider joked before winking at me.

  “Ass,” I whispered.

  “Oh! She said it!” Marco yelled and jumped up.

  I slapped my hand over my mouth, and Slider threw his head back and laughed.

  “I think Slider is your good luck charm, Mom. First you say his name, and now he’s the only one you’ll talk to.”

  “Or I provoke her so much that she can’t hold it in,” Slider chuckled.

  I pointed at Slider and then tapped my nose. He hit that one right on the head.

  Slider grabbed a plate and sat down next to Marco at the island. “After breakfast, I need to run to the clubhouse for church. All of the girls will be there. You okay with hanging out with them during it?”

  I nodded and grabbed the ketchup out of the fridge. I liked Meg and all of the girls. They were the closest thing to friends that I had.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Slider asked, watching me squirt ketchup on my eggs.

  “Dude, that’s how she eats scrambled eggs.”

  “But I’ve seen her eat eggs before, and she’s never put ketchup on them.” Slider curled his lip as he watched me take a bite. “Well, that’s different.”

  “She only does it on scrambled eggs. I gag every time she does it.”

  I rolled my eyes, grabbed my plate, and turned my back to Slider and Marco so I could eat my breakfast in peace without them talking about it.

  “Are there any other weird food combinations your mom has?” Slider asked Marco.

  “Hmm,” Marco hummed. “Not really. She’s normal for the most part, besides the ketchup on her eggs.”

  They could talk about me all they wanted. I was going to enjoy my eggs, and I didn’t give a damn if they thought it was gross or not.

  “Do I need to come with you?” Marco asked.

  “Yeah. I know Remy is going to be there. I never realized how close you two were in age.”

  “Yeah, he’s one year ahead of me. I saw him around school but never really talked to him before yesterday.”

  Shit! School. I had totally forgotten about that. I was going to have to call Marco’s school back in Chicago to let them know he was transferring schools again. I wished I knew how long we were going to be in Rockton. I didn’t want to get settled in here again and then have to go back to Chicago.

  “Finish breakfast and then we’ll head over there,” Slider said. I heard his stool scrape backwards and then he walked in front of me to drop his dishes into the sink.

  I looked down at my plate and then up at him. How in the hell had he eaten so fast? I barely had three bites.

  “I’m a fast eater, Firecracker. You got coffee made?”

  I nodded to the half-full coffee pot. I had already managed to have three cups of coffee while I was making breakfast.

  Slider grabbed my cup and filled it. “No reason to dirty another dish,” he muttered before he took a sip.

  Slider drinking from my cup was more intimate than I would like to admit.

  “I’m gonna change and then I’ll meet you outside,” Marco called.

  Slider waved to him and leaned against the counter. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt and holey jeans, ripped at the knees. His standard black boots rounded out the outfit.

  I glanced over my shoulder to make sure Marco wasn’t there to witness the way my eyes ran over his body. I wasn’t sure what I was thinking anymore. Slider always had a certain appeal to him, but I refused to acknowledge it. Now, it was like it was slapping me in the face, and I didn’t want to ignore it. His right arm was covered in tattoos, while his left sported a half-sleeve. I had always wondered why he hadn’t done a full sleeve, but never asked, because it really wasn’t any of my business.

  “You know what you’re doing right now, Firecracker?” Slider asked, his voice low, and his eyes locked with mine.

  I swallowed hard and shook my head no. I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. All I knew was I was enjoying the sight of Slider’s muscled arms.

  “You’re driving me crazy without even saying a word.” He drained his cup in two swallows and set it in the sink. “Your eyes are taking off my clothes, and I can’t help but like the fact that you’re looking at me that way.” He stepped forward and brushed my hair off of my shoulder. “Lord knows I’ve been looking at you like that for far too long. It’s nice to know we’re having the same thoughts.”

  I gulped and took a step back. I bumped into the counter, and Slider grabbed my plate out of my hand. “I can’t wait for the day you start talking again, Firecracker. I’d love to know what’s going through your mind right now. Your dark brown eyes tell me things have changed. I feel you watching me, but I’d like to feel more than your eyes on me.”

  “Slider,” I whispered.

  He leaned in and brushed his fingertips across my lips. “I pray for the day you say that wh
ile I’m balls deep, taking everything you have.”

  I gasped, and my jaw dropped. His finger slipped into my mouth, and I closed my lips around it.

  “What are you doing to me?” he growled. I sucked on his finger, and he slowly pulled it out of my mouth. “Choose very carefully what you do next, Fayth,” he whispered.

  I licked my lips, and my eyes fell to his. I knew what my body wanted to do, but my mind was screaming no. Everything felt right when I was with Slider, even last night when he was being an ass to me. It always felt right, and I wondered if kissing him would feel right too.

  “You have five seconds to tell me no before I kiss you.”

  I looked up, locked eyes with him, and saw need there. Slider wanted this as badly as I did, but I was too chicken to do anything about it.

  “Three seconds,” he warned.

  I gulped and ran my hands up his arms. I didn’t care what my mind wanted anymore. All I wanted to do was feel.

  “Mom! Have you seen my black Nike hoodie?” Marco called from his room.

  Slider jumped back, and my eyes darted to the floor. Whatever trance Slider and I were in was broken.

  I grabbed my pad of paper. It’s in his bag. I held it up to Slider but didn’t look him in the eye. I was too embarrassed by what I had just done. Who the hell sucks someone's finger in the kitchen in the middle of the day?

  “She said to check your bag,” Slider hollered.

  I picked up my plate, stepped around him, and dropped it into the sink. I didn’t know what to do. It seemed like he wanted me, but was it for real? Was Slider really interested in someone like me? Hell, I couldn’t even speak. I didn’t really bring much to the table for a relationship.

  “I’ll get the truck started,” Slider mumbled.

  I nodded and heard him slip into the garage. I dropped my head, and my shoulders sagged. What in the hell was I doing?

  The old Fayth never would have been so wanton with Slider. It was like I wasn’t myself anymore. All I wanted to do was live in the moment, because I never knew when it was going to be my last.

  “I’m gonna go out with Slider,” Marco called as he ran across the kitchen. I nodded, but I doubted he had even seen me.

  Marco was loving having Slider around, and even he could tell it was different from before. Slider used to stay outside most of the time, or hang out on the porch talking on his phone or just watching cars drive by.

  I noticed him back then, but I knew we were different people who didn’t want the same things. I longed for a quiet, simple life and a father for Marco who could teach him how to be a good man. Slider loved being in the club and having no one to answer to. If Slider were to be with me, it would be a complete one-eighty from the life he had been living.

  I knew what I wanted now, but was I crazy for wanting it? Did Slider want the same thing, or was he just looking for right now, while I was looking for forever?

  What the hell was I getting my heart into?

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  Chapter 18

  Slider

  “Get your ass in here.”

  I closed the door behind me and sat down next to Rigid. “You told me to get here when I could. What the hell crawled up your ass?” I asked King.

  “Leo Banachi is what crawled up my ass,” King growled.

  Rigid snickered next to me, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

  “Knock it off,” Demon called. “You two are worse than a couple of rowdy teenagers.”

  King grabbed his gavel and slammed it down on the table. “If you two are done having a fucking laugh, you might want to listen up and hear what I have to say.”

  Well hell, King was not in a good mood at all. I sat back in my chair and kicked out my feet. Might as well be comfortable while he reamed my ass.

  “Leo called me this morning. He’s dealing with an issue that seems to be connected to Rockton,” King explained.

  “What the hell does Rockton have to do with anything in Chicago? We’re small fish compared to Leo,” Gambler commented, leaning his elbows on the table.

  “We’re not small fish. He’s a fucking mob boss, we’re an MC. Completely different,” Hammer retorted.

  “You’re wrong, Ham. Leo is more like us than any of you realize. He’s got men under him just like I have you all. He’s runs his turf just like we run Rockton. Now, Leo takes it a step further by involving himself in things that we would rather have nothing to do with,” King informed Hammer.

  “So, tell us what the hell is headed to Rockton,” Demon demanded.

  “That’s the thing, he has no idea who or what it is.”

  “How the fuck does that work?” Rigid asked.

  “You remember the calls and messages we were getting before Fayth was shot?” We all nodded. “Well, it seems whoever was sending them has started again.”

  “But it was Big A who was sending them. The asshole is in jail now,” I replied.

  King nodded. “He is, but it seems he has someone on the outside who is trying to complete what he had set out to do before.”

  “But who? All of his men headed south when he lost it.”

  “That’s what we need to figure out. Leo is indefinitely out of town, and he can’t spare any men to come help.”

  “Well, we don’t even know what the hell we need help with, so now what?” Rigid asked.

  “Now, we start back at square one, and figure out who is connected to Big A that is still around Rockton.” King steepled his hands in front of him and tapped his fingertips together. “I have a few leads, people that were around during the whole Cyn shit and have faded into the background.”

  “Who?” Demon asked.

  “Cherry,” King stated.

  “I don’t even know who the hell that is,” I said.

  “Fucking gash who used to hang around the club. She’s Big A’s cousin. Her brother was the one who beat Cyn,” Rigid explained.

  “You let her hang out in the club?” Why the hell would they let someone who was connected to Big A even step foot into the clubhouse, let alone be a hang-around.

  “She was only around for a little bit before Meg and Cyn took care of her,” King laughed.

  “She knew she wasn’t welcome around here after Rigid and Cyn hooked up.”

  “She works with Meg, Cyn, and Troy,” King said.

  “Yeah, from what I hear, the only reason she has a job is because she likes to spend time under the boss’ desk,” Rigid said, laughing.

  “Sounds like a perfect girl for you, Turtle,” Hammer joked, slugging Turtle in the arm.

  “Man, fuck you. I ain’t wanting a bitch like that. I’ll take one like Gambler has though,” Turtle said, flipping off Hammer.

  “Are you looking at my woman?” Gambler growled.

  Turtle held up his hands and shook his head. “Just observing.”

  “You’re about to observe my foot kick your fucking ass.” Gambler shoved his chair back, and it slammed against the wall.

  Turtle moved behind Hammer. “Dude, it ain’t like I’m touching her or anything.”

  “That’s because she’d never let you touch her,” Gambler boomed.

  “All right, all right,” King called. “Both of you sit the fuck down. Stop looking at his woman, Turtle, and chill the fuck out, Gambler.”

  Gambler pointed at Turtle. “I will destroy you if I ever see you looking at Gwen with anything more than a glance.”

  Turtle held up his hands and nodded.

  “You think we can get back to figuring out who the hell is fucking with us?” I growled. Normally, I was up for a petty fight and egged them on, but this was different. Someone was out there fucking with us for Big A, and we had no idea who it was.

  “There are a few of the guys who used to run with him that still hang around a bar outside of town. They don’t try to hide the fact that they know Big A, so I doubt it is them, but I can run out there and see what I can find out,” Hammer volunteered.

  “Good. Take Turtle with, an
d let me know what you find out. We need to follow every lead that we have.” King slammed his gavel on the table. “Everyone, keep your eyes open, and don’t let your guard down. Something is going on, and we need to find out what it is.”

  “Gotta love it when our orders are to go to the bar,” Hammer chuckled.

  Hammer and Turtle walked past Gambler and me, and Gambler growled at Turtle.

  “I swear to Christ, between the two of them, they maybe equal a whole brain,” Demon said under his breath as Turtle and Hammer walked out.

  “That’s being generous,” Rigid replied, laughing.

  King kicked back in his chair. “Well, hopefully between the two of them, they can get a lead that we need. Right now, we’re grasping at air.”

  “So, who’s going to check on Cherry?” Gambler asked.

  “Not fucking me. I’m sure Cyn would flip her shit if she knew that I was seeking out that gash,” Rigid said, throwing his hands in the air. “Cyn is all hormonal after having Micha. I’m doing everything I can to stay on her good side.”

  “Meg would do the same. That’s why I’m leaving Cherry to Slider and Demon.” King smirked.

  “What?” Demon shouted. “I’m the damn VP of this club. How the hell do I get the shit job? I’ve got an ol’ lady too, who wouldn’t appreciate me visiting Cherry. Have Slider and one of the other brothers go with him. Hell, tell Roam to get his ass back here from wherever the hell he is.”

  “Nope. It’s you and Slider. Get it done, boys.” King stood, nodded at us, and walked out of the room.

  “This is bullshit. Paige is going to be pissed,” Demon complained.

  “Does she even know who Cherry is?” Rigid asked. “If you don’t tell her who she is, she probably won’t even care.”

  “I’m sure she doesn’t know, but she’s also friends with your baby mama and King’s wife. It won’t be long until she figures out just who she is.” Demon ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head. “At least you don’t have an ol’ lady to worry about, Slider. How about I drive us, and you can do all of the talking.”

  I tapped my finger on my chin, and a grin spread across my lips. “I have an even better idea. You know how King said that Troy worked with Cherry too?”