Passing the Torch (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 1)

He straightened and smiled. “I’ll see ya around, Reva.”

I nodded dumbly because I had no idea what to say. I’d like that? When? Is that a promise?

His words were unclear, so I pulled Barbara back into the shop and pushed the door closed behind me. I attached Barbara’s leash to the counter and sighed. “That was a very naughty girl, Barb,” I whispered.

I petted her head, and she flopped down on the floor. She whined pathetically and huffed, staring out the glass door. I turned to see what she was looking at.

Hero was slowly walking across the street with his phone to his ear. Barbara whined and gave a short bark.

“I hear ya, girl,” I muttered. Watching Hero saunter away was a nice sight. A very nice sight.

He crossed the road and disappeared into the clubhouse.

While I knew the clubhouse was across the street the entire time I’ve been here, I had never really paid much attention to it before now. I also knew they ran the strip club on the edge of town, and they had a repair shop connected to the clubhouse. Dad was handy with cars, and he had taught me to take care of mine. What I couldn’t handle, he did short of body work and paint. I never had a need to pay much attention to the Devil’s Knights.

That was, until Barbara decided she wanted to take a little field trip over there to meet the handsome Hero.

“Jesus,” I whispered. Guys like Hero were the things romance novels were made of. He was the bad boy you craved would do bad things to you, but ya know, in a nice way. A sexy way.

I fanned my face with my hand and sighed. Guys like Hero were trouble. Too handsome for their own good and with way too much confidence.

This was the first run-in I had with one of the Devil’s Knights, and it was going to be the last. I was more than happy with my little life I was building, and I didn’t need a sexy man with a motorcycle to mess it up.

Barbara whined and dropped her head to the floor. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes. She was letting the sexy biker mess with her already.

I was not going down that path.

Nope. Not happening.

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Chapter Two

Hero

“You wanna tell me where the hell you’ve been?”

I sighed and plopped down in the chair at the opposite end of the table from King. “I was doing something. I’m here now.”

King leaned back in his chair at the head of the table. “Try being on time for once, Hero.”

This was constant from King. Even if I was on time, he would tell me I was late. Nothing I seemed to do lately was ever good enough for him. I had been a prospect for a year before becoming a member of the club when I was nineteen. Now, at twenty-eight and a member of the club for almost ten years, it still felt like I was treated as a prospect most of the time.

“I talked to you before you went to smoke a cigarette. What the hell happened between then and now?”

I looked at the guy sitting next to King. His mohawk had shortened over the years, but it was still there and still electric blue.

“Someone was in the back, Dad.” Yeah, Rigid, the blue mohawk, was my sire. His affinity for colored hair didn’t run in the family. It had for a brief summer when I was younger, but I had decided to leave the colored hair to him. The tattoos, though? Yeah, I had plenty of those.

“Who the hell was back there?” King demanded.

“The chick who owns the groomers across the street had a dog get away from her. I helped her out.”

“Hair of the Dog?” Demon asked.

I nodded. “Yeah.” I hadn’t really taken notice of the place before today, but obviously Demon had.

King’s phone buzzed, and he grabbed it off the table. He grunted after looking at the screen. “Let’s get down to shit. Meg’s breathing down my collar to get on the road.”