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

She snorted. “I haven’t done my room inventory yet, but I’m pretty sure you’ve got the clubhouse beat by about ten.”

“Holy shit,” Meg called. “You didn’t tell us you had a house out in the sticks that you can see from the space station.”

Royal threw her head back and let out a loud laugh.

I had never seen her look more beautiful. Happy and free with abandon. None of these people were her blood family, but they were family still. I would have been a fool to have kept this from her. Sure, she had Greer and Bristol in the house with her, but she needed more than that.

“Pretty sure I could move in and you wouldn’t even know I was here,” Cyn laughed. She shielded her hand over her eyes and looked up at the house. “You got an elevator in there?”

“He freaking better. What kind of an estate would it be without an elevator.” Meg turned to King. “Did you pack your swimming suit? I bet he’s got a pool out back.”

King slid his sunglasses on top of his head. “It’s October in Wisconsin, Meg. My ass is not swimming outside unless it’s a hot tub.”

She waved her hand at King. “I packed it for you anyway.”

“Then why in the hell did you ask me if I packed it?” he growled.

Meg turned back to the house. “I was just testing you.”

“Twenty fucking years of being with you, and you still think you gotta test me.” King grabbed a duffel bag from the trunk of one of the cars and tossed it on the ground.

“Uh, they have a lot of stuff for only being here for a couple of hours,” Royal whispered.

I looked down at her. “You really think they’re only going to be here for a couple of hours?” I laughed and shook my head. “We assume they’ll be here for at least four days.”

“Oh, my God, Marco,” she gasped. “I am so freakin’ sorry.”

She didn’t have to be sorry. I absolutely knew what I was getting into with the Devil’s Knights descending on Wyndemere. ?

?Go have fun.”

Indiana strolled over and looped her arms through Royal’s. “Thank you for not being a dick and letting me see my friend.”

“Indiana,” Royal hissed. “Did you have to say it like that?”

Indiana shrugged. “He knows what I mean.”

I nodded at Indiana. “You’re always welcome at Wyndemere when Royal is.”

Indiana looked me up and down. “You mean I can’t rent this place when I need a little alone time?”

“You’re emersed in the MC world, Indiana,” I chuckled. “You’re never going to have alone time anymore.”

She hummed. “I forgot Frost told me you were a part of that world when you were growing up. The suits, shiny shoes, and mega mansion camouflages it.”

“Not trying to camouflage it. It’s a part of who I am.” Sure, I was known as a Banachi, but I would tell anyone I met that there was more to me than being a Banachi. The Devil’s Knights had taught me many life lessons I would always carry with me.

Indiana eyed me closely. “I’m watching you, Marco.”

“Oh, my God, Indiana,” Royal groaned. “Knock it off and let’s go inside. You have to see the media room.”

Indiana glared at me and then turned a beaming smile on Royal. “Let’s hit it, girlfriend. I wanna see how you’ve been living like the rich and famous.”

Royal pulled Indiana into the house with the rest of the ol’ ladies following behind.

King and Slider came to stand in front of me.

“You actually leave anyone or anything back at the clubhouse, or are you just moving in?” I asked.