Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 2)

“Well, make sure you know how to do it again,” King grunted. “Meg and the rest of the girls are making the trek back up here, and I know they’ll be wanting one or ten of these once they roll in.”

“Really? I thought you guys were staying down there a lot longer,” I asked.

“That was the plan, but now with all the bullshit going on around here, I need to be here, and having Meg five states away causing trouble isn’t something I can handle.” King took a long drink. “God knows that woman causes trouble, no matter where she is.”

That was the damn truth. Though, that pretty much went for all of the ol’ ladies. Well, minus Reva, seeing as she was still new to the club, but I figured with who Hero’s mom was, it wouldn’t be long until she was getting into trouble, too. “And I bet Cyn is chomping at the bit to meet Reva.”

“Bingo,” King laughed. “That was a very big deciding factor into cutting the trip short.”

“I’m sure Gravel was okay with everyone leaving early. Swear that man is grumpier than a bear.” Zag shook his head. “Right before they moved, he had me clean out the attic of Ethel’s.”

“And?” King drawled.

“He made me clean everything up. Set it all up nice in the fucking yard,” Zag continued.

“Mom and Gravel didn’t have a garage sale,” King interrupted.

“I know!” Zag yelled. “As soon as I had all of the shit set out in the fucking yard, a goddamn dumpster was dropped off in the driveway.” Zag took a deep breath. “Everything I had cleaned up was tossed in the damn dumpster without a second glance at it.”

King scoffed and shook his head. “Now the dumpster, I do remember. Meg snagged a couple things from the dumpster because they looked like they were brand new.”

Zag jammed his finger into his chest. “Because I polished that stuff like it was fucking shit Jesus ate off of!”

I chuckled and bowed my head. “Fucking classic.”

Zag grunted. “Classic bullshit.”

“Well, I thank you for shining the shit Meg took. God knows she would have taken it even if it wasn’t all cleaned up.” King smiled wide.

“What the hell did she take?” I asked.

King shook his head. “A miniature wheelbarrow, three solar lights shaped like cows, and a sign that says, ‘Nice Butt,’ that she hung over the toilet.”

Zag jumped up and pointed at King. “Those fucking cows were a pain the ass to clean! I couldn’t even tell that they were cows when I started to scrub them.”

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bsp; “Well, now they are shoved into the ground by the hostas in the front yard.” King nodded. “Thank you.”

I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not. Though I had to assume that after years of being married to Meg, any weird shit she did was now just normal for him.

Solar cow lights? Yeah, that was something Meg would want and have.

“So, we having church tomorrow?” Zig asked.

King nodded. “Yup. Gotta figure out what the hell is going on. As soon as we leave, y’all somehow get a serial killer and a psycho right on the heels of each other. We went years without any newsworthy bullshit.”

I scoffed. “Not like we asked for all of this excitement.”

“And, Hero managed to land his ass in love.” King shook his head. “Reminds me of about twenty years ago when me, your dad, and all of the other guys fell in love like fucking dominos while we dealt with the Banachis along with a ton of other bullshit.”

Zag elbowed me. “Yeah, now that Hero has Reva, it seems like Frost is up next.”

I growled and slugged him on the shoulder. “Shut the fuck up.”

King shook his head and laughed. “I’m not surprised. Which one of these chicks managed to catch your eye?”

I closed my eyes and wished to hell that Zag would go fucking mute. I didn’t need him splashing my business all over the place. I may be the youngest, but that didn’t mean he needed to go around wagging his jaw to anyone willing to listen.