Royal Mess (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 3)

“Go away, Marco,” I called.

He didn’t reply but knocked again.

“Nice try. I’m not going to answer the door, Marco.” I rolled my eyes and plopped back on the bed. “Go do mafia stuff and leave me alone.”

“Uh, I can tell him that if you want me to,” a feminine voice called.

I jackknifed up and stared at the door. “Bristol?” I called.

“Wrong again,” the voice called.

Then who in the heck was knocking at my door? It didn’t sound like Indiana, and she was the only other woman within a thousand miles I knew. “Uh, who’s there?”

The woman laughed loudly. “Maybe you should ask that first next time.”

I waited a beat. “So who are you?” For all I knew, it could have been someone sent by Biff to kill me. Though with the tight security Marco had, I didn’t think that was possible.

“Greer,” she laughed.

“Oh, my God!” I jumped up and raced to the door. I flipped the lock and opened the door. “You’re Greer!” I was so happy to see someone who wasn’t Marco. My pregnancy hormones were still messing with how I was feeling. Especially about Marco.

“I am,” she cheered. “And you’re Royal. Apollo told me all about you.”

I opened the door wide. “Come in. I was just trying to see my feet.”

Greer stepped into the room and laughed. “I remember those days. I made Apollo paint my toes with each pregnancy.”

“For some reason, I just can’t picture Apollo doing that.”

Greer glanced at me over her shoulder. “I’ll have to dig up the photos. It’s been more than a few years.”

“Did you bring the kids with you?” I asked.

Greer shook her head. “No. They’re at the age that they’d rather be with their friends than with Apollo and me. Seventeen and nineteen-year-olds really know how to give it straight to their parents.” She nodded to my stomach. “You’ll know exactly what I mean one day.”

I laid my hand on my stomach. “I’ll gladly keep this little one small forever.”

“That’ll change as time goes on.” She sat on the edge of the bed. “Those terrible twos and threes are going to really test you.”

So much to look forward to. “So, I didn’t know you were coming.”

Greer stretched out her arms. “I love this house. So much more room than our place in Chicago.”

“Apollo mentioned you live in a penthouse. That has to be pretty amazing.” The word penthouse was nowhere being in my everyday vocabulary.

Greer rolled her eyes. “

Yes, though I hate it.”

Only a rich person would say they hate living in the penthouse. “Oh, uh, that sucks.”

Greer laughed lightly. “I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful. It’s a beautiful place, and I know I’m lucky to live there, but there is just something about having an actual lawn and being able to step out your front door without having to take an elevator to get to the street.”

That I understood from apartment living. “Well, you certainly have a lawn here.”

Greer was almost twenty years older than I was, but I felt a connection to her like I did Indiana. Something about her made me feel comfortable and like I had known her for years.

“Which is exactly why every time Apollo comes here, I tag along.” She frowned. “Though Marco wasn’t exactly happy when I walked through the front door.”