Royal Mess (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 3)

Apollo motioned toward it. “I’ll show you around.”

“Is tour guide part of your job, too?” I rounded the car and climbed the steps to the front door with Apollo next to me.

“I do whatever Leo or Marco need from me,” Apollo replied simply.

“A life of service, huh?”

Apollo chuckled and moved to the door where Marco stood waiting. “There’s more to it than that, but you can say that to put it simply.”

“Say what?” Marco asked.

Apollo unlocked the front door and pushed it open. “Miss Royal was just wondering about my job duties.”

Marco turned to me. “Taking interest in the mafia life?”

“I like Apollo. I was just wondering more about his life.”

“Maybe you could ask his wife about his life.”

I rolled my eyes. “You mean Greer? And I’m assuming you’re trying to be a jerk by throwing her in my face as if I am interested in something more with Apollo.”

Apollo cleared his throat. “How about we take this inside? A little bit warmer in there.”

Marco growled. “After you,” he motioned.

This man was infuriating. I flounced past him and into the house. I stood in the entry way and folded my arms over my chest. Marco walked in with Apollo after him.

Apollo closed the door and turned to us. “I’m going to get the house up and running. I can give you a tour and show you to your room once I’m done.”

“I can do it,” Marco interrupted. “You don’t need to worry about Royal, Apollo.”

“I just figured you were probably going to want to talk to Leo,” Apollo shrugged.

Marco waved his hand. “I’ll get in touch with him later. Last I heard, he was dealing with something with the Bastards.”

“That’s putting it bluntly,” I scoffed. Talk about calling it like you saw it. Marco was just calling people bastards.

“It’s another motorcycle group,” Marco explained. “It seems those types always need some kind of help and a bail out,” he smirked.

I didn’t really know anything about the Devil’s Knights, but I was offended on their behalf. “There’s nothing wrong with needing help every now and then.”

Marco growled.

“Well, I’ll just leave you two to it. I did call ahead to the staff to let them know we were coming in so I’m sure they’re freshening everything up still.” Apollo hitched his thumb behind him. “I’ll just be in the command room if you need me for anything.”

Marco flitted his hand at Apollo. “We won’t need you.”

Apollo nodded and headed the left.

“I don’t know why you’re so rude to him. He’s just being nice.”

Marco unbuttoned his jacket and shrugged it off. “There is no room for nice around here, Royal. He’s doing his job.”

“His job is to be nice apparently,” I whispered.

Where had the man gone who had rescued me days ago? He was much warmer than he was now. Not like he had been overflowing with niceties, but he was much more approachable then.

“Don’t worry yourself about what anyone’s job is around here, Royal. It has nothing to do with you.”