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

“Yes, but he’s a prospect. He does what any of the full patch members tell him to do.”

Her mouth turned down into a frown. “That doesn’t sound fun.”

“We all go through it. It’s a rite of passage into the club. Snapper knows he needs to do it, and he’s fine with it.”

“Well, can you please be nice when you tell him he has to drive my car home?” She batted her eyes at me.

“I’m gonna tell him to drive your car to your place, not shove the keys down his throat.” Reva might have the wrong idea about what actually went on at the club. I was the one in charge and telling the guys what to do, but I wasn’t walking around the clubhouse swinging my dick like I was King fucking Kong.

Reva slapped her keys in my hand, flipped off the lights, and pulled the shop door closed behind us. “Then let’s get going, handsome.”

I locked up the door, grabbed her hand, and led her over to the bike. “I just gotta do a couple of things and then we’ll head home.”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed the helmet off the seat of the bike. She strapped it on and threw her leg over the seat. “However long it takes, Hero. You don’t need to rush just to get me home. It’s not like we had any plans tonight.”

I hopped on the bike in front of her and started it up. I had hoped she would have been fine going to the club because it was where I spent a lot of my time usually. Although, right now, I wasn’t there much. A bunch of girls I didn’t know wandering around wasn’t exactly ideal. I much preferred being at Reva’s house until things get back to normal.

I drove across the parking lot and into the clubhouse lot.

Reva laughed as she got off the motorcycle. “I was wondering if you were going to take the long way here.” She unsnapped the helmet and set it on the seat.

“Next time, Sunshine.”

“Well, hell,” Easy called from the front porch. He was smoking a cigarette and Zag was with him. “You do know to turn left and not right.”

Zag chuckled and high-fived Easy.

Reva had been saying she wanted to meet more of the guys, and it looked like this was going to be her chance. I grabbed her hand and led her to the front door.

Zag studied Reva as we walked closer. “I know you,” he declared.

“Uh, you do?” Reva asked, unsure. She obviously didn’t know him.

He tossed his cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it with the toe of his boot, and smiled wide. “Yeah. You were two years ahead of me in high school. Quiet, never really talked, still hot.”

Reva looked up at me. “He’s right about the quiet.”

I laughed and shook my head. “I’m sure he’s right about all of it.”

Easy nodded to Reva. “I don’t know you, and I’m Easy.”

Reva waved awkwardly. “Hidy-ho. I’m Reva.”

“I’m Zag. Seeing as you don’t remember me from high school, I’m not going to embarrass myself by telling you my real name.”

Reva laughed lightly. ?

??High school wasn’t the greatest time of my life. I don’t think I could tell you half of the kids' names that were in my class.”

“I can respect that,” Zag laughed. “I only remember the names of the hot chicks and the dicks I wanted to punch in the face.”

“Please tell me you’re not bringing your girl here to stash her away. We are at max capacity up in here.” Easy hitched his thumb toward the clubhouse. “The idea of living with a houseful of strippers sounds a whole lot more appealing than actually living with a houseful of strippers.”

I figured that was the case. Reva hadn’t believed me when I said that sounded like Hell. “Hopefully this won’t be for forever.”

“Yeah, “ Zag laughed. “We just have to find a murderer and we can go back to normal. Easy.”

A pizza delivery car pulled into the parking lot and stopped in front of the door.