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

“What’s up, brother?” I slapped my hand into Snapper’s, and we bumped shoulders.

“Frost was looking for you about half an hour ago.”

He would have been. It had been more than an hour since I had told him I was on the way. “Busy night?” I asked.

Snapper shrugged. “Not too bad. Two other girls called in sick tonight. Luna is on a tear and yelling at anyone who gets in her way.” He leaned toward me. “Customers included.”

I could only imagine how pissed off Luna was. “Then I guess you probably got the best job tonight since you don’t have to deal with her.”

Snapper laughed. “True that, brother.”

I nodded to Reva. “Reva, Snapper. Snapper, Reva.”

Snapper gave her a two finger salute. “Yo.”

She smiled shyly. “Hi.”

I clapped him on the shoulder and pulled Reva in behind me.

“Uh, who was that?” she asked.

I pulled her close to my side and stayed outside of the club. “Prospect,” I yelled over the loud music of the club.

“Uh, what?”

I laughed and looped my arm around her shoulders. “He’s working his way up to being a member of the club. Eventually.”

I spotted Luna by the bar yelling at Frost. He casually sipped his beer as if he wasn’t getting ripped into. Luna slammed another beer down in front of him and stormed off.

Yeah, Luna was beyond pissed.

We weaved our way through the crowd and skirted past the stage. Reva watched wide eyed as the girl slowly spun around the pole. Her top was open, and she winked at Reva.

Reva’s face blushed bright red, and her eyes snapped to the floor. I couldn’t help but laugh. It was refreshing to be with Reva. She was seeing all of this through virgin eyes, and it was damn funny. She scooted closer to me and plastered herself to my side.

“About damn time you got here,” Frost called when we made it to the bar.

I sat down on the stool next to him and pulled Reva into my lap.

We were in a different world than the one she was used to. I had already clocked three guys who had been eyeing her up as we walked through the crowd.

She settled between my spread legs, and her gaze wandered back to the stage. My little Sunshine was timid but curious.

“This is Reva.”

Reva shyly smiled at Frost. She held out her hand, and he shook it.

“Darlin’,” Frost drawled.

“Nice to meet you,” she replied. Her eyes drifted back to the stage, and Frost chuckled.

“Indiana has a way with the crowd,” he pointed out.

“Her?” Reva asked.

Frost nodded. “That would be her. You got here just in time to catch the end of her first performance.”

Indiana was now at the bottom of the pole, her ass on the ground, and her legs spread wide in the air. The strong thrum of the music ended, and she gracefully climbed off the stage floor and grabbed a few of the crumpled bills by her.