Devil’s Knights MC Box Set 2

by Winter Travers

  Gambler, Rigid, and Demon all nodded.

  “I think it’s time to make Troy an honorary member of the Knights,” I suggested.

  “Is that even a thing?” Gambler asked.

  “No,” Demon growled, “but I think it’s about to become something, at least for a day or two.” Demon smiled at me and kicked back in his chair.

  Rigid laughed and stood. “Better not let King know what you two are planning.”

  “He’s not going to find out, although we’re going to need your help. I can’t leave Fayth alone. We’re gonna have to figure out a way for you to watch her, but make sure we don’t raise any eyebrows.” I had no idea how the hell we were going to manage that.

  “I think I have an idea,” Rigid mumbled.

  Demon elbowed him in the side. “Well, spill, fucker.”

  “Cyn and Meg have been talking about going to get tattoos. Maybe I’ll try to talk Cyn into making it a girl thing or some shit like that.”

  “Fayth needs someone with her all of the time. She can’t go out with just the girls,” I reminded.

  “Don’t get your panties in a bunch. We ain’t letting our girls go off on their own either. Gambler or I will be there.”

  “Hey,” Gambler protested, “don’t be signing me up for some tattoo field trip with a bunch of chicks.”

  “I’ll go, but you’ll have to stay home with Micha, then. He’s a bit too young for his first trip to the tattoo parlor.”

  “I’ll go to the tattoo parlor,” Gambler agreed quickly. “I’m not ready to be alone with a baby.”

  “That’s a good thing, because I really doubt Cyn would have left him alone with you, and even if she would have, you can bet your ass I would have vetoed that,” Rigid drawled.

  “I think I should be offended right now,” Gambler said, feigning outrage.

  “All right, that’s settled. How about we plan on Friday? That should give you enough time to convince Cyn, right?” I asked Rigid.

  “I’m sure it won’t take much to convince her, it’s just I have to do it in a way that she thinks that it’s her own idea, and not mine.”

  “Well, it’s only Saturday. That gives you all week.” I stood and pulled my phone out of my pocket, checking to make sure Fayth hadn’t messaged me. I knew she was only a couple of rooms away, but I had told her to if she needed me at all. “I’m gonna check on Fayth.” There was nothing from her, so I shoved my phone in my pocket.

  “She’s with the girls. No need to check on her,” Demon laughed. “They’ll be cackling like a bunch of hens gathered around the bar while they all get drunk.”

  “And then we get to take them home and reap the benefit of drunk sex,” Rigid said, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

  “Well, I know Fayth won’t be out there talking, although she’s probably gone through ten notebooks trying to keep up with your ol’ ladies. The only words she can say are ‘Slider’ and ‘ass.’”

  “Ass?” Demon asked, laughing.

  “Yeah, it’s all part of my plan. Get her so pissed off, she has no choice but to talk.”

  Demon shook his head. “You might be playing with fire with that plan.”

  I shrugged. I had no idea what else to do. “What have I got to lose? She’ll get pissed and not talk to me?” I asked, laughing.

  Rigid and Gambler laughed. “Or, you’ll lose her before you even have her,” Demon warned.

  I had to take what he said to heart. Demon knew too well what it was like to have someone and then blow it. He had been lucky to find Paige after fucking up royally.

  “That won’t happen,” I vowed.

  I wanted Fayth, and I was going to get her.

  ********

  Chapter 19

  Fayth

  “Line ‘em up,” Meg called.

  “How many is this?” Marley slurred next to me.

  “Seven. Or was it three?” Cyn asked. She held up her hand and tried to count her fingers. “I think it was three,” she said and held up five fingers. “Oh wait, I forgot to add my thumb,” she mumbled.

  I blinked slowly and tried to figure out what her thumb had to do with anything.

  “Does your thumb count as ten?” Paige hiccuped.

  “Who the hell cares,” Meg insisted. “Just line up six more,” she ordered Gwen.

  Gwen set six shot glasses up and grabbed the almost-empty bottle of Rum Chata. “Gambler is going to be so pissed if I puke in his truck,” she slurred and concentrated on the glasses in front of her.

  “Give him a little something when you get home, and he won’t even notice,” Meg instructed.

  “Make sure you brush your teeth, though,” Cyn put in. “Thank God Ethel is watching Micha. I would be such a bad mom if Micha was here right now.” Cyn rested her head on the bar, and I patted her on the back.

  Meg waved her hand at Cyn and scoffed. “We’re not that drunk. You could totally still take care of him.” Meg slid halfway off her stool and grabbed onto the edge of the bar. “Or not,” she mumbled and struggled to pull herself back up.

  I had no idea how we had gotten here. Well, I actually did, but I couldn’t believe it had happened so fast. One minute, we were all oohing and ahhing over pictures of Micha that Cyn had on her phone, and then the next thing I knew, the bottle of Rum Chata had been pulled out and it had been all downhill since then.

  “All right, bottoms up, bitches,” Gwen said, pushing a shot glass to each of us.

  “What are we toasting this time?” Marley asked.

  “Is there really anything left to toast?” Meg questioned. “How about tacos?”

  “Tacos?” Cyn repeated and giggled.

  “Hell yes, tacos. Why the hell not? They are the most important food group.” Meg held up her shot glass.

  “I didn’t know tacos were part of that food octagon,” Marley pondered.

  “They’re not,” Troy called from the couch. He had driven Marley over after Meg had texted her to get her ass here. Since Troy wasn’t part of the club, he was subjected to our downward spiral of Rum Chata.

  “Then, what are they?” Meg called.

  “Damn good eating,” Troy yelled and held up his beer.

  The girls all cheered and raised their glasses. “To damn good eating and tacos!” Cyn called. We all clumsily clanked glasses and tossed back our shots.

  “Jesus Christ.” King had come down the hallway and had his arms crossed over his chest. “We weren’t even in church for half an hour.” He smirked.

  “We only had four,” Meg called.

  “I thought it was eight, or was it five.” Cyn held up her hands again and tried counting her fingers.

  “Don’t count the thumb,” Marley reminded her.

  “Both of them?” Paige asked.

  “I would count one,” Troy suggested, as he laughed.

  “Oh, good idea, babe,” Marley called. “He’s so smart,” she said dreamily.

  “How in the hell does this always happen?” King asked, shaking his head.

  “It’s the Meg effect,” Troy called.

  “Because Meg kicks ass! Woo!” Gwen yelled, raising the bottle in the air.

  Another cheer went up, and we all ended up laughing, trying not to fall off of our stools.

  Hammer and Turtle walked into the bar. “Damn, these chicks roll harder than we do.”

  “Yeah, and that’s one party you two don’t get to be a part of,” King nodded at the door. “Go find out what I told you to.”

  Hammer and Turtle both grumbled under their breath but headed out the door.

  “Where are Gambler, Demon, and those other two?” Paige hiccuped.

  “I bet he yelled at them,” Meg said, shaking her head.

  “Why?” Cyn asked.

  “Because he yelled at me before we came,” Meg pouted.

  Gwen leaned on the bar. “Oh, what for?”

  “I didn’t yell at you,” King growled.

  “Yes you did,” Meg shouted, pointing her finger at King. “Y
ou told me to behave and not get everyone drunk.”

  King looked around and smirked. “I see you listened to me so well.”

  Meg stood up and shouted, “Hey! You’re not drunk. So there. I did listen.” Meg crossed her arms over her chest and leaned heavily against Cyn.

  “I don’t count.”

  “Well, then, Gambler and those three other guys aren’t drunk,” Meg smarted off.

  “Oh, and neither were Hammer and Turtle,” Marley chimed in.

  “Booya!” Cyn shouted.

  “Sweet Jesus.” King shook his head. “It’s a damn good thing I love you, woman.”

  Meg smiled. “And it’s a damn good thing I let me love you.”

  King tilted his head. “I think I might need to cut you off, babe. I know you’re done when I can’t decipher what you’re trying to say.”

  “You’re too late, Lo.” Meg shook her head and looked down. “I already cut myself off. Pukey Meg is going to make an appearance soon.”

  “Puke and rally!” Troy shouted.

  Meg groaned and shook her head.

  “Quiet from the peanut gallery. You’re egging on my woman,” King yelled at Troy.

  “It’s about damn time someone else eggs her on, normally it’s the other way around,” Troy replied.

  Gambler walked to the end of the bar. “Grab me a beer, doll.” Rigid, Demon, and Slider followed behind him and stood behind us.

  Gwen waved her hand at Gambler and shook her head. “It’s probably best for me not to walk right now.”

  Rigid approached Cyn and put his arm around her shoulders. “How drunk are you, beautiful?”

  “On a scale of seventy to fifty-nine, I’m going to have to say twenty-nine,” Cyn slurred.

  “Huh?” Slider tilted his head to look at Cyn. “How in the hell does that make sense?”

  “Thumbs!” Marley shouted. “She added too many thumbs,” she mumbled while she stumbled over to Troy and fell on top of him.

  “Looks like we missed the rager,” Demon noted, walking behind the bar where he grabbed four beers out of the fridge.

  “It really wasn’t as exciting as you would think. All they did was talk, laugh like a pack of hyenas, and drink like camels.” Troy grabbed Marley and situated her in his lap.

  “I’m not a camel,” she weakly protested.

  “And, I haven’t drank in nine months. I am a complete heavy weight,” Cyn said while she reached up and patted Rigid’s cheek.

  “I think you mean lightweight, beautiful,” Rigid corrected.

  “Nope,” Cyn said. “I’m too heavy to be a light weight. I have an ass and now a gut thanks to Micha. Although, he’s too cute for me to be mad at him.” Cyn batted her eyes at Rigid. “You still love me though, right?”

  “You keep giving me babies like Micha, and there’s no way in hell I’d stop loving you.”

  Cyn shook her head. “That’s sweet, but I’m not giving you anymore babies. Micha is perfect. There is no way in hell we could do that again. We’d probably get Satan’s baby or something.”

  “I’ll convince you to give me at least two more.” Rigid smirked.

  “Then, you better get her liquored up real good,” Paige said, laughing.

  Slider scooted next to me and leaned down. “You doing okay, Firecracker, or am I going to have to carry you out to the truck?”

  I nodded and plastered a goofy smile on my face intentionally.

  “Learn any new words?” he asked.

  I rolled my eyes and flipped him off.

  “Still feisty,” he whispered. “I just need to talk to Troy quick and then we’ll head back to the house.”

  I nodded and grabbed a bottle of water Gambler had set in front of each of us.

  Demon and Slider plopped down on the couch next to Troy.

  “I wonder what they’re talking about,” Meg mumbled, watching Demon and Slider talk quietly to Troy.

  I shrugged. I barely knew what was going on around here, let alone what Slider was talking to Troy about.

  “You know how you were talking about getting those tattoos you’ve been wanting, beautiful?” Rigid asked Cyn.

  “Yup. You told me they can be my push gift,” she beamed.

  “Don’t you normally give like a necklace for that, not a tattoo?” Gwen questioned.

  Cyn shook her head and laughed. “I thought you knew by now that we aren’t normal.”

  “Bad ass bikers give their women tattoos when they squeeze a baby out, not jewelry,” Meg snickered, her attention taken off of Troy.

  “So, does that mean you aren’t getting any new tattoos since you aren’t pushing out any babies for me?” King asked Meg.

  She flipped him off and shook her head. “You knew a long time ago that my baby making factory is closed. You want a baby, you’re going to have to find a new wife, and I’ll just buy my own tattoos,” she smarted off.

  “I think I’ll stick with you, and Remy is good enough for me.”

  “Smart man,” she mumbled.

  “Next Friday, I’ll stay with Micha, and you go out with the girls. Tattoo party,” Rigid suggested.

  “Really?” Cyn squealed. “Did you make us appointments?”

  “No, but I figured you can go to Meg’s chick. She can get you all in.” Rigid nodded at Meg, and she gave him a thumbs up.

  “Aye, aye, captain,” she said with a salute.

  “You say girls, who do you all mean?” Gwen asked.

  “Every chick here, plus Ethel if she wants to go with you guys. King is going to have to go with you guys, though. Make sure you stay out of trouble,” Rigid replied.

  King sighed. “Meg is going, trouble will definitely be present.”

  “I promise to only give you what you can handle,” she purred to King and blew him a kiss and winked.

  “I’m gonna need another brother with,” he chuckled.

  “I’ll go with you,” Gambler offered.

  King and Gambler bumped fists, and Gwen rolled her eyes.

  “It’s funny you two think you can handle us.” Gwen smirked. “This is going to be fun.”

  “You in?” Cyn asked me.

  I looked around and wondered when I became one of the girls. Never in my life had I been to a girls’ night out.

  “She’s in,” Slider called. “I need to get some shit done around the shop on Friday, and if King is going, I don’t mind if she does.”

  I crossed my arms and glared at Slider. I was going to say yes, but Slider saying yes for me pissed me off. Since I was eighteen years old, I have been making my own decisions. Slider thinking he could decide for me was not going to go over well.

  “Sweet.” Cyn clapped her hands together. “Now I need to figure out which ones I wanted.”

  “I’ll have to call Darby and see if we can book the whole night.” Meg pulled her phone out of her pocket.

  “Tell her she’ll be tipped generously for dealing with you six.” King popped the top to his beer. “I know Mom will want to go with y’all. She was telling me the other day that she missed hanging out.”

  “I just messaged her, but she texted back ‘huh.’” Meg squinted at her phone and laughed. “Probably because I texted ‘Friday tattoo girls night your ass.’”

  Cyn spit out the water she had been drinking and laughed hysterically. “She probably thought you want to tattoo her ass.”

  “Use more words,” Paige advised.

  King grabbed Meg’s phone out of her hand. “I’ll take care of the texting and calling tonight. I’m surprised Gravel hasn’t called me wondering what in the hell is going on.”

  Rigid pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it up to King. “That would be because he texted me and not you.”

  “Crazy,” King said, shaking his head.

  “We’re gonna head home,” Slider announced. “It’s only one PM and you guys managed to get rip-roaring drunk. I think if we stay the rest of the day, it’ll be all downhill from here.”

  Taking a nap was h
igh on my list of things I wanted to do, so going home sounded like a solid plan.

  “Oh, I’m taking your son,” Meg said, pointing at me. “Remy asked if he could hang out with Marco tonight. I said yes as long as they stay at the clubhouse. My house is not big enough for four people, even if Remy and Marco stay in his room. I hope that’s okay.”

  I shrugged. I wasn’t about to say no. I knew Marco had the same problem I did. He never really had any friends who were truly his friends and not just nice to him because they knew who his uncle was.

  Slider stood behind me and rubbed my back. “We’ll pick him up in the morning”

  King nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

  “Oh, you just like it because that means you don’t have to put your hand over my mouth when we have sex tonight,” Meg said, rolling her eyes.

  King nodded. “This is true.”

  “You wanna say bye to Marco?” Slider asked me.

  I gave him a thumbs up and downed the rest of my water. Slider grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hallway and turned left. “They are in Roam’s room. Remy stays in here when Roam is out of town.”

  I tilted my head and looked at Slider. Why would Roam be out of town all the time?

  “Roam is a nomad. The guy can’t seem to stay in one place for too long. He hasn’t been around much lately, so I’m sure he’ll be turning up soon.” Slider stopped in front of third door on the left and raised his hand to knock.

  “Come in,” Remy called.

  Slider pushed open the door and pulled me in behind him.

  “Hey, Mom. Did Meg tell you she said it was okay for me to spend the night?”

  I nodded and examined the room. The only items in the room were a queen size bed and a huge-ass TV on the wall. Remy was lying on the large throw rug on the floor on his stomach playing a video game, while Marco was sprawled out on the bed.

  “Your mom and I are going to head back to the house. You want me to run back with some clothes for you?” Slider asked Marco.

  “Nah, I’ll be good. Remy said he had some clothes I can borrow.”

  “Slider,” I said, looking up at him. Shit, I couldn’t say what I wanted to. I had left my pad of paper on the bar, and now I was going to have to play charades. I pointed to the floor and shook my head.