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

Marco motioned to two chairs by the window. “Have a seat.”

I sat in the one closest to the window.

“What do you want to talk about?” he asked.

My eyes scanned his office and landed on his desk that was full of papers. “I didn’t interrupt your work, did I?”

He shook his head. “I was about to make a phone call. It can wait until later.”

“Is it about Grit?” I asked.

“Royal,” Marco drawled.

“Let me guess, I don’t need to know.”

“It’s for the best that you don’t know much about what is going on. The less you know, the safer you are.” Marco’s eyes connected with mine. “Trust me.”

A chill pricked over my skin. This was the rough side of Marco that I wasn’t sure I liked. “I’m trying to.”

“What did you want to talk about?” he asked.

“Oh, uh,” I hemmed. “I know I need to be here to stay safe, but I was just wondering if I could have visitors?”

“Visitors?” he questioned.

“Just one,” I promised. “Well, it will probably be two because I’m sure Frost will insist he comes with Indiana.”

Marco frowned. “I don’t know if that is a good idea, Royal.”

“Why not?” I whined. “It’s just two people, and it’ll just be for a couple of hours. I miss her. I just got her back in my life, and now, she’s gone again.”

“Temporarily,” Marco reasoned. “Once I get things settled, you can see her whenever you want.”

“But I want to see her now. Two hours can’t hurt, Marco,” I pleaded.

“You’ve been here a couple of days, Royal, and you’re acting like it’s been months.”

I pursed my lips. “Forgive me for being a little antsy locked up in this prison.”

“This again.” He leaned back in his chair. “I don’t think there are many people in this world who would call living at Wyndemere Estates a prison. The clubhouse is much more a prison than this is.”

“I’m here when I don’t want to be,” I argued.

“You have Greer here and you’re making friends with Bristol.”

“But I want Indiana. Just for a little bit. I promise just one time.” I clasped my hands together. “Please, Marco. I promise if you let her come over one time, I’ll stop calling this a prison. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Royal.”

“Two hours, and my lips are sealed.”

Marco chuckled. “I was talking about you saying that you’ll do whatever I want. I don’t think you want to make that promise to me.” He looked out the window. “At least, not yet.”

A shiver ran through my body. A good shiver. “Let Indiana come visit me, and then, we’ll see what happens.”

“You’re asking an awful lot from me, Royal.” he replied quietly.

“It’s really not. I have no family left besides Indiana, Marco. I just want my family.”