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

“Oh, fuck.” Apollo drained his cup and set it down. “I need to get to work, Bristol. I’ll take my breakfast in the command center.”

“Okay,” Bristol chirped. “It’ll be about fifteen minutes.”

Apollo pressed a kiss to Greer’s cheek and stalked back into the staff quarters.

“Did I just make a lot of work for them?” I asked sheepishly.

Greer shrugged. “Yeah, but they live for this kind of stuff. It has been pretty quiet around here lately. With Meeks and now Indiana coming over, these guys are in their element right now.”

I buried my face in hands. “What have I done?”

Greer patted me on my back. “It’ll all be okay, honey. Our job is to keep our guys on their toes.”

“I don’t have a guy,” I groaned.

Greer and Bristol laughed.

“Such denial,” Greer chuckled.

“I have no denial,” I grumbled.

Bristol set out a plate with two fried eggs, three pieces of bacon, and a piece of toast. “Eat up. I think you’re going to need it.”

What in the world did that mean? Indiana was coming over. That was it. I grabbed my fork and popped the yolks on my eggs. “We’re just going to hang out for a couple of hours.”

Bristol glanced at Greer. Greer pressed her finger to her lips and shook her head.

Why was it like everyone knew a secret that I didn’t?

“Apollo,” Marco called.

Ten seconds later, Apollo strutted through the kitchen and down the hall.

“Oh, God,” I groaned.

“Don’t worry,” Greer laughed. “We’re gonna have a fun time today.”

The little baby inside me gave a tiny kick, and I sighed. I had thought that was what was going to happen, but now, I was worried I had opened a can of worms by asking for Indiana to come over.

Two hours.

Dinner, and then, she was gone.

That was all this was going to be.

Nothing was going to happen. No one was going to get hurt or whatever.

I took a deep breath and sighed.

Right?

*

Chapter Ten

Marco

“What time will they be here?”