Page 6 of Ride the Wind (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 8)

“She drunk?” I asked. I moved to the side of the passed-out woman and looked down at her.

“Hardly,” Kerry giggled. “All she’s had to drink all night is water. It’s just past her bedtime.”

“Why doesn’t she go home?” I asked. That seemed like the sensible thing to do instead of falling asleep at a party.

“It’s not time for Kerry to go home yet.” Brain squeezed Kerry’s ass and pulled her body flush against his. “Just keep an eye on her.”

“Bro,” I grunted. What the hell kind of friend was Kerry if she was going to leave her friend for some dick?

Kerry flashed a smile at me. “If Brain trusts you to watch Reese, then so do I,” she whispered.

“Just sit your ass here, prospect, and watch her. Is that so fucking hard to do?” Brain thundered.

I raised my hands and clamped my lips shut. I needed to remember I was just a prospect here. What I wanted or said didn’t matter to anyone.

“That’s what I fucking thought,” he grunted. He stood with Kerry in his arms and strode through the sliding glass doors.

I flopped down in the chair Brain had been sitting in and kicked my feet out in front of me. I crossed my legs at my ankles and looked up at the dark sky.

This was fucked up, but it meant I didn’t have to mill around the party and try to fit in.

Brain told me I needed to keep an eye on this chick, which was what I would do.

I didn’t know what the fuck I was going to do if she woke up, but I would figure that out if it happened. Hopefully, Brain was a two-pump chump, and his ass would be back in a few minutes.

Just like Kerry, Reese did not look like she belonged here.

I turned my eyes to Reese, who was sleeping peacefully in the chair.

She was turned to the side with her knees pulled to her chest and her hands under her cheek. Her dark hair was loose on her shoulders, and a slight blush colored her cheek. She was wearing jeans with a light pink sweatshirt and light tan boots encased her feet.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

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Chapter Three

Reese

I wrapped my arms around myself and tried to burrow into my pillow.

Except it wasn’t a pillow that was pressed against my cheek. Something hard and cold pressed into my skin, and my eyes popped open.

Oh god.

The last thing I could remember was trying not to feel uncomfortable while Brain groped Kerry’s ass while she talked to me like nothing was happening.

I sat up and pushed my hair out of my face.

“About time you woke up. I bet you’re gonna have one hell of a neck ache.”

My eyes snapped to the man who was sprawled out in the chair next to me. “What?” I stammered. “Who are you? Where is Kerry? Where am I?”

The man smirked and leaned forward. He rested his elbows on his knees and his eyes connected with mine. “I’m Zig, no fucking clue, and Sons of Sin clubhouse.”

“What?” I asked again. My brain was in a fog, and couldn’t make sense of what he had said. His name was Zig. I didn’t even know what that was.

“Do I need to speak slower for you, darlin’?” he drawled.

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