Changing Lanes (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 4)
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“I can see what I can do,” I volunteered. I had planned to talk to Bristol about a cook for the club when I saw her on Monday, but I was occupied with other things. “I can get an ad in the newspaper. I’m sure we’ll get plenty of applications.”
“You think maybe you should run this by Luna?” Dad asked.
“Luna works for Sultry Knights, Dad, and the Devil’s Knights own Sultry Knights. Technically, I’m her boss, which means I don’t need her permission to look for a cook for the club.”
“It’s like he didn’t grow up with Luna or something,” Rigid laughed.
“You’re gonna piss your sister off if you hire someone for Sultry Knights.” Dad shook his head. “I don’t know why you can’t do something productive with your sister.”
“Because Luna thinks she’s in charge of Sultry Knights, when at the end of the day, she’s just managing it for us.” I grabbed my beer. “King doesn’t run stuff by Luna when he does things at Sultry Knights. Why should I?”
“Because you’re not King?” Rigid laughed. “King can do whatever the hell he wants. You,” Rigid poked me in the chest, “cannot.”
“I’m gonna find a cook for Sultry Knights, and I’m not going to run my decision by anyone. I had said in church the other day that I would look for the cook, so that’s what I am going to do.”
“It’s like we’re not even talking, Troy,” Rigid said to Dad. “Part of me is excited just to sit back and see how this plays out.”
Dad chuckled and shook his head. “It’s definitely going to be interesting.”
I finished my beer and set it on the table. “I’ll see ya later.”
“Brock,” Dad called. “You don’t have to leave,” he insisted.
“I got some stuff to do. Give mom a kiss for me.” I pushed out the front door and stalked to my bike.
I was pissed.
Fucking pissed.
Luna wasn’t a part of the Devil’s Knights, but somehow, she had a fucking say in things more than I did? That was some fucking bullshit.
“Yo,” Frost called. “You going for a ride?”
What was I doing? I was pissed and just needed to get out of the clubhouse. I wanted to hop on my bike and ride, but I knew I would just end up at Wyndemere. I wanted to go to Bristol and fuck her. I wanted to feel her body beneath mine and have her moans in my ear.
I shouldn’t do that.
She didn’t need a guy like me who couldn’t even make the simplest of decisions without having his younger sister telling him he couldn’t.
“Yeah, you wanna come with?” If I had Frost with me, I couldn’t go to Wyndemere.
Frost shrugged. “Sure. Where are we going?”
I swung my leg over my bike and cranked it up. “Fucking anywhere but here,” I called.
Anywhere but here.
*
Chapter Twelve
A little ice cream with my Pie…
Bristol
I had ice cream in the freezer—five different flavors—but I was here.
“Hi, welcome to Mr. Speed’s Ice Cream Shack. What can I get for you?” the waitress’ voice cracked over the speaker.