Page 38 of Ride the Wind (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 8)

“Anyone else feel like Meg is the mafia boss now?” Hero laughed.

“She’s been watching that fucking show,” King growled.

“What show?” Luna asked.

“The Sopranos,” Meg smiled. “I totally could have said he was going to swim with the fishes for betraying the family, but I thought that would be a little dramatic.”

“Because telling Snapper to search Zig’s bike is not dramatic at all,” Frost chuckled.

“And it’s sleep with the fishes, Meg. If you tell him to swim with the fishes, it’s like you’re telling him to be a mermaid,” Pie explained.

Meg flitted her hand at him. “Whatever, Pie. I’m not the happiest with you right now because you didn’t tell me Bristol was making cherry pie the other day.”

Pie threw his hands in the air. “She’s always making something, Meg. Your best bet is to call her every morning and see what she’s in the mood to cook.”

“Shut up,” King bellowed. “Son of a bitch. You are all going to make me have another stroke. Fucking hell,” he grumbled. “Get your asses in church, and I swear to god if we get off topic one time, you’re all washing bikes for the rest of your fucking lives,” he threatened.

It was nice to see that things hadn’t changed that much since I had left. Everyone still said whatever the hell they wanted to, and King was pissed off about it.

Home sweet home.

Meg pointed to her eyes and then to Snapper. “Check those bags. I’ll be in my office waiting.” Meg flounced out the door to the body shop and slammed the door behind her.

“Does he know who he’s talking to?” Luna asked.

“I’m more afraid of Meg.” Snapper shook his head. “I’m gonna go check Zig’s saddlebags, and then I’ll be in for church.”

Reese smothered a laugh with the back of her hand. “I think you should have gotten a few more boxes full and brought my car.”

I shrugged. “Maybe.”

“I think we should all just face the fact that we will be washing bikes for the rest of our lives.” Frost stood and stretched his arms over his head. “I mean, if we’re all washing bikes, we’re just washing our own, right?”

“And the OGs,” Easy pointed out.

“Damn straight,” Rigid called. “Mine needs a little shining, too,” he called as he headed down the hallway toward church. Gambler and Slider followed behind him, smug looks on their faces.

“Still,” Frost sighed, “not that fucking bad.”

“How many bikes do you have to wash over at the Sons of Sin?” Luna asked me.

I had never counted before. “Twelve? Maybe thirteen.” I counted each member in my head. “Twelve. Then there is me and two other prospects.”

“Damn,” Hero sighed. “I wish we had three fucking prospects. The ones we had took off and we haven’t seen them in weeks.”

“Probably because they were afraid of getting off just because they were with the club,” Frost chuckled.

Hero pointed at Frost. “But we fixed that problem, so maybe we should start getting some more prospects in.”

“That should be your pitch,” Luna laughed. “We were getting killed, but we fixed that problem so come aboard!”

Pie chuckled and shook his head. “You might want to work on that a little bit.”

Everyone filed down the hallway toward church. Everyone but my dad, Frost and Zag.

“You got plans after church?” he asked me.

I looked at Reese. “I need to get Reese back home.”

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