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

I lifted my shoe-clad feet and wiggled them. “I’m ready.”

This was my chance to break out of here without Frost stopping me.

Was he going to be happy I busted out?

Probably not, but I would deal with that later.

“Onward!” Greta shouted. “There’s fuckery to be had!”

Easy groaned, and I genuinely smiled for the first time in days. What harm would come from leaving my worries behind for a couple of hours?

*

Frost

“That it?”

Hero nodded. “Yeah. That was the last car for the day. Seemed like everyone in town decided they needed a fucking oil change today.” Hero pulled down the garage door and slid the lock into place. “Beer?”

“Nothing sounds better than that.” I hadn’t planned on being in the shop all afternoon, but we were swamped, and I didn’t have a choice but to be there. “Gotta admit, I’m even looking forward to Meg coming back. I’m not cut out for doing the books and my usual work.”

Hero laughed and clapped me on the back. “Now you know how I felt when my dad stepped back from painting so much, and I had to pick up the slack. Thank God he showed me everything he knew before he tossed all the work on me.”

Rigid was the best painter in the shop, and he thankfully had shown Hero, his son, everything he knew. Now Hero was pretty damn close to being better than his dad. “Though all you were doing today was fucking oil changes and tire rotations,” I laughed.

“Yeah, we need to stop scheduling so many of those.”

I shook my head and wiped my hands on a shop towel. “Except those are the bread and butter of the shop. Your paint jobs bring in money, but it’s not like you’re doing fifteen a day like we do oil changes.”

“You actually learning shit from doing the books?”

I shrugged. Maybe I was. I was able to see the money coming in and where it went. It wasn’t cheap to run a mechanical and body shop. “I’ll tell you all about it over that beer.”

We walked into the clubhouse, and the club girls were everywhere.

I cringed and scanned the faces of all of them. “You know, the idea of having girls all over seems appealing, but now that we actually have it, I have to say, I miss the quiet.”

“You’re telling me,” Hero grunted. “How about we get that beer and head to the backyard?”

I nodded. “Sounds good. I’m just gonna check in on Indiana, and I’ll meet you back there.”

Out of all of the guys, Hero was the one I was closest with. Somehow, we always ended up playing with each other when we were younger, and that just seemed to be the theme through adolescence into adulthood. I was a couple of years younger than him, but that didn’t matter.

“Yo,” I called to Zag. “You see Indiana?”

He shook his head. “Haven’t seen her all afternoon. Check with Easy.”

Again, I scanned the common area but didn’t see Indiana. Or Easy. I jogged back to her room a

nd found the door open, but she wasn’t inside.

I pulled out my phone and called Easy.

“Yo,” he called into the phone.

“Where the fuck are you?” I growled.

“Uh, well…”