Changing Lanes (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 4)

Easy shrugged. “No idea, but it has been pretty quiet since Savana was found at the gas station and Meeks took off the front of Wyndemere.”

That was the damn truth. It was almost as if things were back to normal. “You listen to the news today?” I asked.

Easy shook his head. “I didn’t, but something tells me I should have.”

“Church,” King bellowed.

“Someone needs to get laid,” I muttered. I could tell by King’s tone that this meeting was not going to be a fun one.

Easy groaned. “Can we please not talk about King getting laid. Old balls, man.”

I slapped Easy on the back and pushed him toward church. “We’ll all be there someday.”

Easy shook his head and nabbed his beer off the bar as we walked by. “We’re a long ways off from that.”

Thank god for that. Easy and I were both in our mid-twenties and had a fuck-ton of living left to do.

We filed into church and took our chairs at the end of the table. King sat at the head of the long wooden slab with Hero next to him. King was in the process of passing things over to Hero, but it was slow-going. As much as Meg bugged King to step back from the club, he still was in charge of everything. I figured he had done it for so long that he didn’t know how to do much else. Having Hero taking his place fully was a good ways off.

“Where’s Slider?” King asked.

“He’s helping Royal and the baby move into Wyndemere,” Gambler answered. “He said to tell you to chill, and he’ll be here as soon as he can.”

“Chill,” King chuckled. “He better be thankful he married into the Banachis or I’d kick his ass.”

“Hell, I’m surprised that is stopping you,” Rigid laughed. “You’re getting soft in your old age,” he teased.

King curled his lip. “I’m not fucking old,” he growled. “I got a lot of time left in front of me.”

Hero smirked. “Sure.”

King turned his head slowly toward Hero. “You wanna say that again while I kick your ass?”

Hero held up his hands. “I thought we were just stating the obvious.”

“Dumbass,” Rigid mumbled.

“Kid didn’t fall far from the tree, huh?” Gambler called. “You’re both dumbasses.”

King slammed the gavel on the table. “Everyone shut their dumbass mouths, yeah?”

And that was a normal start to church. Dumbass remarks tossed around until King got pissed off and told us all to shut up.

Felt like home.

A knock sounded on the door.

“Ten bucks says that is Meg.” Demon pointed at Rigid. “You in?”

Rigid shook his head and held up his hands. “I would never bet against that.”

“Come in,” King bellowed.

Mouse, a new prospect, opened the door. “Uh, you have a visitor, King.” He moved to the side, and Ransom stepped into the room. Mouse closed the door behind Ransom, and there was an uneasy silence.

Oh, fuck. It was never good when a cop walked into church, especially when it was detective Ransom.

A heavy feeling settled over the room.