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

Dad chuckled and shook his head.

“He’s just like you, Demon,” Rigid laughed.

King smirked. “You’re welcome to head back to Florida. As of right now, we’re not doing anything until we figure out what we’re dealing with.”

Indiana cleared her throat. “I think what Grit is trying to say is he doesn’t think Royal has much time left before something bad happens to her.”

“I got that, darlin’. I’m gonna need a day to figure shit out so I can send my guys to rescue a chick who has no real connection to us other than the fact she is your friend.” King stood. “Appreciate the fact I’m willing to stick my club’s neck out for Royal and not make unreasonable demands on us at the same time.” He slammed the gavel on the table. “Stay the fuck out of trouble while I figure this shit out.”

He stormed out of the room with Rigid and Dad following him.

Hero stood. “I’m gonna go see if there is anything I can do to help and maybe unruffle King’s feathers a bit.” He headed out the door, and I leaned back in my chair.

“Uh, I don’t know if that was good or not,” Indiana whispered.

I sighed and tilted my head back. “They’re gonna help with Royal. That was what we wanted to happen.”

“Are they?” Grit grunted. “They didn’t seem too happy to help.”

I tipped my head forward and glared at Grit. I already didn’t like the guy because of the fact he used to date Indiana. Now I didn’t like him because he wasn’t talking too highly of my club. The club that was my life.

“Pretty sure you were told to head back to Florida and don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya,” I growled.

“This is what you went to after me?” Grit asked Indiana. “I know we were like fire and ice, I, but I kind of thought you’d upgrade and not downgrade.”

I shot up from the table and reached across it to wring Grit’s neck. “You come to my club for fucking help, and then, you’re gonna sit there and insult me? You can walk your ass out the door, and I’ll go let King know he doesn’t need to stick his neck out for someone like you.”

“Frost,” Indiana called.

Grit held up his hands. “Sorry, brother. I was just calling it like I saw it.”

“I am not your fucking brother,” I growled. “You will never have the honor of calling me that.”

“Frost,” Indiana called again. She wrapped her hand around my wrist and tugged. “Please don’t do this.”

My blood surged through my veins, and all I wanted to do was lay this fucker out with one punch. I hadn’t even laid a finger on Indiana or claimed her as mine, but I was more than ready to kill this fucker because he had touched her.

Grit looked down at Indiana’s hand wrapped around my wrist. He held up his hands and stood. “Look, I’m just here to get my sister back. Help with that, and you’ll never see me again.” He nodded to Indiana. “Make sure you take care of her.”

“Because you couldn’t,” I spat.

He grimaced and nodded. “Exactly.” He walked out of church with his head hung down and his hands in his pockets.

“I’ll go make sure the asshole finds the way out,” Zag grunted.

“Want me to go let the air out of his tires?” Zig volunteered. “I can have Zag distract him.”

That was Zig and Zag. They may give me the most shit, but they were always there for me, no matter what.

“If you let the air out of his tires, then he’s not going to be able to leave,” Easy noted.

Zig pointed at Easy. “Valid point. I’ll get the eggs and egg his car while he leaves.” Zig ran out of the room with Pie on his heels.

“Don’t use all of the eggs,” Pie protested. “We just figured out Indy can cook,” he hollered at Zig’s retreating back.

“I better go supervise those two,” Easy muttered.

Indiana and I were the only ones left in church.