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

“Yo, they’re here,” Pie called. “Just pulled up.”

“Hot damn,” Meg laughed. “You should have demanded they get here hours ago.”

Fayth grabbed my hand and looked at it. “You got some special juju in these fingers, honey?”

“It’s a possibility. I traveled through New Leans once.” I shook my head. “New Orleans.” See, I could totally talk right. It just took a couple of times to get it to come out right.

“Well, come on, voodoo. Let’s get your friend, and I can yell at Marco for not calling me the past three days.” Fayth pulled me off the stool and hooked her arm through mine.

“Even mob dudes get in trouble with their mamas, huh?” I hiccupped.

Fayth laughed. “Yup, they sure do.”

Frost moved to my other side. “Feeling okay?” he laughed.

“Royal is here, and I’m significantly titty.” My eyes fluttered. “Tipsy.”

“You’re both, darlin’,” Frost snickered.

“I do have an impressive rack, huh? I should put a milkshake in the yard and see what happens.”

Fayth’s step faltered. “Honey, I don’t think you are going to remember any of this when you wake up in the morning.”

Hopefully not. God knows no one needed to remember the next fifteen seconds, where I slurred my way through singing to Frost about my milkshake bringing all the boys to the yard.

We had only made it halfway through the door before it opened, and Royal stood there in all her beautiful glory.

“It’s my friend,” I announced.

Royal looked around and then up at Marco. “She got to drink. All I wanted was one glass of wine.”

Marco shook his head. “Not when you’re pregnant, doll.”

“Royal! You’re here and pregnant!” I shouted.

Royal closed the gap between us and wrapped me up in a hug.

“Oh, my sweet, Indiana. Who would have thought the next time we saw each other you would be drunk in a motorcycle club and I would be knocked up?” she sobbed.

“Not me,” I cried. “Oh, my God. I’ve missed you so much.”

I did. The past two years, I never took the time to actually stop and think about how much I loved having Royal around. I knew I needed to get out of Destin and away from Grit, but I never wanted to get away from Royal.

“Marco told me you managed to fall in love with a biker.” Royal hugged me tightly. “I knew you would find what you were looking for here.”

In love with a biker? I didn’t know if I could use the L word yet, but I did know Frost was shaping up to be just what I needed. There to always keep me safe, but trusting enough for me to make my own choices.

I mean, I was sloshed, and not once did he glare at me or make me feel like I was doing something wrong.

“I think this is where I belong,” I whispered loud enough only for Royal to hear me.

“Good, doll. That makes me happy.”

I pulled out of her hug and pointed at her stomach. “I’m gonna be an auntie, and you’re gonna be a momma.”

She nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes. “I am. I know we both swore up and down that mom life was not for us, but I’m hoping we were wrong, and I don’t mess this kid up too much.”

I pressed my hand to her stomach. “I think you’re gonna do amazing.” I burped, and the room tipped a little too far to the left. “I think...” the floor rushed up to greet me, and the cold tile smacked my cheek.