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

That was a fact.

We walked to the entryway.

“Where are Greer and Royal?” I asked.

A loud scream sounded on the other side of the front door.

“I’m going to assume they decided to meet the women outside,” Murphy chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and nodded to the door. “Then I guess we better get out there.” Murphy opened the door, and the screaming and squealing got louder.

Royal was wrapped up in a hug with Indiana while the rest of the ol’ ladies milled around with bags and casserole dishes in their hands.

“Maybe we should have told them we had a chef,” Apollo mumbled to me.

“I thought it was a given.”

I spotted Mom climbing off of Slider’s bike while he bent over to get something out of the saddlebag.

“I never thought I would see the day when the Devil’s Knights invaded Wyndemere,” Apollo chuckled.

Greer rushed over to us and smiled wide. “Isn’t this so much fun!” She clapped her hands together and reached up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to my cheek. “Thanks for not being a stick in the mud, Marco.”

Apollo elbowed me in the stomach. “Keep it up and my wife is going to think you’re actually human.”

“Marco,” Royal called. She rushed over to me and tipped her head back to look at me.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?”

She bit her bottom lip. “I didn’t invite them here. I only told Indiana she could come with Frost.”

I reached up and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “I know, mio amore.”

She looked around and leaned closer. “The vein in your neck isn’t bulging, and you’re not growling at me,” she whispered.

“Because I’m not upset, Royal.”

“But you only told me Indiana could come over, and now the whole clubhouse is on your lawn.”

“It’s okay, Royal. I knew this was going to happen.”

“Then why did you tell me it was okay if Indiana came over?” she stressed.

I rested my other hand on the side of her waist. “Don’t worry about me, mio amore, and enjoy your time with your friends.”

“I don’t even know all of these people,” she whispered.

I couldn’t help but laugh. Royal was brand new to this MC life, and it was enjoyable to watch her experience it. “I promise they’re all nice. Even my mom and dad.”

Her face paled. “Your mom and dad are here?” she hissed.

“I’m sure you’ve already met them, Royal. I don’t know why you’re worried.”

She gulped and looked around. “Because it seems different now.”

It was different now. I had cautiously thought about being with Royal when I had rescued her from the Meeks, but now I knew that was what I wanted. I just didn’t want to tell her yet because I knew she could possibly get scared and run away.

“Nothing is different. Treat Wyndemere like you would the clubhouse.”