I rolled my eyes and reached for a duffel bag under my bed. “Well, there isn’t a lot to report.”
“No more dead waitresses?” King drawled.
“Not yet, and if whoever killed Tanya and Bunny wants to kill again, they’re going to have to get through the Devil’s Knights first.” I dropped the duffel bag on the bed. “You hopping on that plane yet?” King hadn’t told me when he was coming back, just that he was.
King groaned. “We finally pulled into Gravel’s last night at about eleven thirty. Meg and the girls are all pissed we’re leaving. I won’t even go into the assripping Mom gave me when she heard.”
I was always amused at the idea that King got yelled at by Meg and Ethel. He was such a hardass, but when it came to those two, his guard came down. “Yeah, I’ve been on the receiving end of your mom yelling at me. Sweet woman, but you better make sure to return her pie plates to her.”
King chuckled. “Yeah. Don’t mess with her pie plates.”
“So, what’s gonna happen, then?” I grabbed a few shirts and tossed them in the duffel bag. I could run to the clubhouse whenever I wanted but having a few things at Reva’s was a good idea.
“Rigid, Demon, and I plan to fly out on Friday. I wanted to leave tomorrow but…” he trailed off.
“Meg told you Friday?” I laughed. Damn if I didn’t love Meg.
“Yeah. Besides, it sounds like you have things under control there. For now, just lay low. Keep the girls at the clubhouse and help Ransom if he needs it.”
“You call him?” Yesterday when I had talked to King, I had mentioned Ransom and how he didn’t seem to be a fan of the club. I was surprised as hell when King had told me before Ransom became a cop, he had been a hang around at the club. He wanted to prospect, but King told him no because the club life wasn’t meant for him. Ransom got pissed, stopped hanging around, and then joined the police academy. It now seemed Ransom was always on alert to bust the club. In the end, King had been right about the club not being right for Ransom, but it now meant he hated the club.
“Yeah. Basically told me to fuck off and if we didn’t get out of his way, he was going to arrest each and every one of us like he had Luna.”
I chuckled. “Well, let’s hope we can control ourselves a little bit more than Luna. She stomped the hell out of his foot. I’m sure he’ll have a good limp for a little bit.”
“Good,” King grunted. “So, just keep doing what you’re doing, Hero. You’re actually doing a good job for all of the shit that’s being thrown your way.”
“That means you’re passing the torch to me?” Even through all of this, I still wanted that gavel. I wanted to be the president of the Devil’s Knights.
King chuckled low. “Maybe someday. How about you just keep everyone alive until I get there and we’ll discuss it some more. We get through this and maybe I’ll start taking more vacations if I can leave the club in your capable hands.”
Those were the most encouraging words King had ever said to me about being the next president of the Knights. “Guess I should bump up my campaign to get everyone's vote, huh?”
“Always a cocky son of a bitch.” King’s voice was laced with humor. “You’ve got the vote of mostly everyone. Just a few you need to keep impressing.”
That was also news to me. When King did finally decide to step down as prez, it wasn’t just going to be handed to me. I was going to need the rest of the members to actually vote me in. “You maybe wanna let me know which ones need convincing?”
He let out a bark of laughter. “Hell no. Watching you trying to figure it out is going to be my fun. Keep everyone alive, Hero, and I’ll see you Friday.” He ended the call, and I tossed the phone on the bed.
I knew he wasn’t going to tell me which members were on the fence about me taking over the club, but I assumed it was some of the older guys. I just had to keep doing what I was doing and remember I didn’t need to be everyone's hero like Dad always told me.
Keep doing the right thing and eventually, things would come back to me.
One day soon, that gavel was going to be mine.
*
Chapter Twenty
Reva
“I don’t know where you learned it, but that thing you do with your tongue is going to kill me.” I pressed a kiss to his lips and slid off to his side.
“I can say the same thing about you sucking on my lip. Sends a fucking current straight to my dick and I come within seconds.”
A smug smile spread across my lips. Reading Cosmopolitan as a teenager had really paid off even if I didn’t get to use my knowledge ‘til I was in my late twenties. “You’re welcome.”
Hero and I had hung out at the clubhouse for a couple of hours and then took the long way back to my place. I was falling in love with being on the back of his bike. I was okay with him driving me back and forth to work every day for the rest of my life.