Devil’s Knights MC Box Set 1

by Winter Travers

  “Fuck me. Where you going, baby?” I heard boomed behind me.

  I peeked over my shoulder and saw the guy moving towards me. He had a cut on like Lo’s. I looked at his right shoulder, looking for the patch that said his name. Slider. This was the guy Lo was yelling about when I knocked on his door earlier.

  “You must be fresh pussy, baby. I didn’t see you around before.”

  He thought I was pussy? I was strangely excited about that. Only because the pussy he was talking about were all the girls who were half dressed that I had seen when I walked in, and they were all gorgeous. Except I think pussy was free game around here. Uh O!

  “I’m not pussy,” I said. I tugged Lo’s shirt down, trying to cover more skin.

  “Come tell me that in my room, Sugar tits.” Sugar tits? Really?

  Slider slid his arms around my waist and pulled me to him.

  Oh shit. I pulled back, trying to get out of Slider’s arms, but he just tightened his grip on me. Time to pull out the big guns. “Um, you might want to run that by King,” I replied, still trying to get away.

  “King don’t fucking care where I stick my dick sweetness.”

  “I’m sure under normal circumstances he doesn’t, but just this one time you might want to ask him.” I pleaded.

  “Keep squirming, baby, I like it rough.” Slider whispered in my ear.

  “Leave her the fuck alone.” I heard hissed behind Slider. I peeked over his shoulder and saw Speed leaning against a door frame, shirtless. We apparently must have interrupted him.

  “She yours?” Slider called to Speed.

  “I fucking wish.” Speed snapped.

  Aww, that was nice of Speed. I would have to bake him something. He really was nice. I felt Slider’s arms tighten around me. Focus Meg.

  “Go find your own pussy then.” Slider bellowed. He slid his hand down my ass, cupping it.

  I really needed to get the fuck out of here. “Um, so I get you don’t believe me, because you think I’m pussy and all.” I heard Speed chuckle behind us, muttering about pussy and I think I heard King’s name a couple times, but I continued on. “But you trust Speed, right? He’s your brother or something like that. We’re both telling you the same thing. How about we head back to Lo’s room and we have a talk with him. Get everything squared away. I know where it is.” I put my hands on Slider’s chest, trying to pry us apart.

  “Get your fucking hands off her.” Uh OH again! I guess Lo wasn’t asleep when I left.

  “I saw her first King. Plus this bitch just called you Lo, no one calls you that. Let me take care of her.” Slider squeezed my ass, and I kid you not, I heard Lo growl from ten feet away.

  “Meg. Over here now.” I looked over my shoulder at Lo, was he joking? I had been trying to get out of Slider’s arms before, and he wouldn’t let me go.

  “Meg?” Slider asked, shocked. I felt his arms loosen. I pushed against his chest, pushing away from him. I stumbled out of his arms, amazed he had let me go. “You’re Meg?” He asked me.

  “Um, yeah.” I stammered, wondering why my name made him let me go.

  “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me! Where the fuck is your property patch!” He roared at me. Yes, he actually yelled at me like I was the one at fault. I mean really!

  “Who the fuck just grabs a random woman walking around! Your name should be Caveman, not Slider! And I’m not part of the club, why the fuck would I have a patch!” I roared back at him.

  “Meg, over here now,” Lo called.

  I scooted back to Lo, not wanting to piss him off. When I was in arms reach, he grabbed me and pulled me to him. “Hi.” I squeaked out. Yup. Squeaked.

  “What the fuck are you doing out of my room?” He questioned.

  I put my hand on his chest and leaned back to look him in the eye. “I told you I had to pee. I was looking for the bathroom.” I sassed at him.

  “The fucking bathroom is right next to the god damn bed, babe.” Lo snapped back.

  Oh shit. “Really?”

  “Yeah, babe, really.”

  “Oh, sorry. My bad.” I mumbled. I buried my face in his neck. “It was dark, and I couldn’t see, and I didn’t want to wake you up, so I figured I could find the bathroom on my own.”

  “Is this shit for real?” Slider asked behind me.

  “Yeah, fuckwad. Meg ain’t no fucking pussy.” Speed called. I heard a door slam, figuring Speed had gone back to his room.

  “This is kind of my fault, Lo, don’t be mad at Slider.” I insisted.

  “You tell him no, babe?”

  “Of course!” I yelled. I mean really, I had just had two mind-blowing orgasms. Did he think I was trolling around the hallway looking for more? Geeze!

  “Then it’s all on him. Yeah, you should have property patch, but I had other things on my mind when you walked through my door tonight. Head back to the room, babe.” Lo kissed me on the forehead and set me to the side. I saw his eyes travel to Slider and his fists clench.

  Totally time to get the fuck out of there. “Don’t hurt yourself, Lo! Your face is too pretty to be bruised and bloodied!” I called over my shoulder as I rounded the corner, headed straight for Lo’s door.

  I swung the door open, flipping the light switch on. Fuck me, he was right. Next to the bed on the right was an open door to the bathroom. Guess I didn’t have very good night vision.

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  Lo

  “Tell me I did not just see you with your hands all over my woman.” I seethed at Slider. Motherfucker was unbelievable. I just got Meg back, and already I was going to smash my best friends face in because she was fucking perfect and everyone knew it.

  “I didn’t fucking know she was yours!” Slider insisted.

  “She tell you she was mine?”

  “Well, yeah, kind of. She asked me to let her go and go talk to you. Put a fucking patch on her!” Slider ran his hands through his hair, worry etched across his face. Fucker knew he had fucked up.

  “She’s mine Slider, and I plan to let the club, fuck the whole world, know. I so much as see you lay a finger on her or look at her with anything more than a glance, I will fucking end you.” I growled.

  “Ok, ok. I’m sorry. Now just fucking punch me so I can find some actual pussy.”

  “With fucking pleasure." I pulled my arm back and slammed my fist into Slider’s jaw. He collapsed on the ground, holding his jaw. “She’s mine.” I growled.

  “Get her a fucking property patch.” Slider called out.

  I walked back to my room and slammed the door shut behind me.

  “I’m sorry, Lo. I didn’t mean to cause trouble.” Meg trembled.

  She was sitting in the middle of the bed, legs crossed, and a frown on her face. “I know, babe. Just, Jesus Christ, don’t walk around the clubhouse half naked. I probably would have done the same thing as Slider if you weren’t mine.” I walked to the closet and pulled a box off the top shelf and set it in front of Meg. “You need to wear this whenever we go out. Especially if I’m not with you.” I told her.

  Meg ripped the cover off and sailed it across the room. She peeled the tissue paper off and stared into the box. It was a leather cut with patches on the back. The top rocker said ‘Property of King’ and the bottom rocker said ‘Devils' Knights’.

  “Is this like a biker’s equivalent to an engagement ring?” She asked, still staring at it.

  “Kind of. Although you’re still going to get a ring. Eventually. This just says you’re mine, telling all those fuckers to keep their hands off.”

  “Oh, ok.” Meg pulled it out of the box and ran her hand over my name. “Why are you called King?”

  “Gravel gave it to me.”

  “Why?”

  “When I became a prospect, Gravel was my sponsor. The way he tells it, I thought I knew it all and acted like I was fucking King. He started calling me King, and it just stuck.”

  “I like it. Does that mean I’m your queen?” She giggled at me.

  “It
means you’re my everything, babe. But yeah, you want to be my queen, then fuck yeah.”

  “So I have your name on my shoulder and now on my back. What about you?” She asked.

  I walked to my desk and pulled open the middle drawer. I grabbed the paper sitting on top and slammed the drawer shut and handed the paper to Meg.

  “I had that drawn up yesterday. Pretty fucking ironic you thinking you were a caged bird before, babe because I always saw you as this beautiful bird that was too afraid to fly. My tattoo guy came up with that.” I said as I climbed onto the bed behind her, wrapping my body around her.

  She opened the paper and gasped. It really was fucking awesome. I had planned to have my guy start on it Monday, wanting him to be done with it before she came back to me, but that didn’t work out.

  It was an intricately drawn bird made out of swirls and lines that had its wings spread high, flying. Underneath, Meg’s name was scrawled out. I planned on getting it on my side.

  “That’s my name.” She whispered, staring at the picture.

  “Yeah, babe. Everyone will know you’re mine and I’m yours. I’m not going to change my mind babe.”

  Meg got up, placed the drawing back in the drawer, and looked at me. “I love you, Lo,” Meg said, then launched herself at me. She landed on top of me and straddled my hips. “Always.” She whispered.

  “Always, Meg,” I whispered back.

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  Meg

  I was sprawled out on top Lo, completely in the Lo Daze. The lights were turned off, the TV playing softly in the background. I was tracing the wings of his fallen angel on his chest with my fingertips, my eyes heavy with sleep.

  Lo was running his fingers over my shoulders, careful of my tattoo. “Did it hurt, baby?” Lo asked.

  “Not that bad. Probably would have been worse if I had let Cyn talk me into getting my nipples pierced too.” I felt Lo tense underneath me and growl. He jackknifed off the bed, hauling me up with him.

  “You’re going to get your tits pierced, babe?”

  “You like the idea of that, Lo?” I asked as I ran my hands up my stomach and cupped my breasts through his shirt I still had on.

  “Fuck yeah, I want to see your sweet tits, little barbells in them, begging for me to suck them.” He growled, pulling me chest to chest with him.

  “Hmm, Lo, your pocket is vibrating,” I whispered in his ear, kissing his neck.

  “It’s yours, babe. It woke me up before when you were gone. I grabbed it when I went to look for you.” Lo replied as he grabbed it out of his pocket and handed it to me.

  I leaned back and pushed the hair out of my eyes, grabbing the phone. It stopped vibrating. I hit the power button. “Five missed calls.” I murmured, hitting buttons, checking to see who called. “Cyn called. I bet she was calling to bitch about her ex. She was meeting with him tonight.” I told Lo.

  “Call her back, babe.” Lo insisted.

  I swiped across her name and put the phone to my ear. “She’s not answering,” I whispered to Lo.

  “Voicemail?”

  “Not ye-”

  “Meg.” Cyn croaked out.

  “Cyn, you sleeping? You just called me.”

  “Meg.” She croaked again.

  “Cyn, what’s wrong? Are you ok?”

  Cyn didn’t say anything, but I could hear short, shallow, breaths. “Cyn, talk to me. Where are you?” I crawled off Lo, looking for my pants. “Just tell me where you are, honey, I’ll come to you.” I had my pants in my hand, turning them right side out when Lo ripped them out of my hand.

  “What’s going on, Meg?” Lo demanded.

  “I don’t know, Lo. It’s Cyn, but she can’t talk. All she’s said is my name.” I whimpered.

  “It hurts, Meg. I need help.” Cyn quaked into the phone.

  “I know, honey, I’ll help. Just tell me where you are.”

  “Home. Meg… Nick… it hurts…”

  Anger surged through me as soon as she said Nick’s name. “I’m on the way, honey. Is he still there?” I asked. I was on my hands and knees looking for my flip flops.

  “Gone.” She whispered.

  “I’m on the way, Cyn, stay with me. It’s going to be ok.” I found my flip flops and slide them on. I headed for the door, phone to my ear, grabbing my keys off Lo’s desk.

  Lo grabbed my arm, swinging me around to face him.

  “I need to go, Lo,” I demanded.

  “I know, babe, and I’m coming with you.” I looked him over, noticing he was fully dressed. Boots and all.

  “Then let’s go.” I tugged my arm out of his grasp, but he tightened his hold.

  “You need pants, babe.” Lo rumbled.

  “Fuck!” I screamed. Lo held my pants out to me, and I grabbed them. I shoved the phone at him, and flipped my sandals off, shimmying into my pants. I shoved my feet back into my sandals and grabbed the phone from Lo. “Cyn, you still with me?” I shouted into the phone. I heard nothing and looked at my phone. “Shit. She hung up.”

  “Let’s move, babe.” Lo ushered me out the door and down the hall. It was two o’clock in the morning, and the party seemed to be dwindling down. “Demon!” Lo shouted.

  “Yo!” Demon shouted from the bar.

  “Gather anyone who’s not drunk or buried deep in pussy. Cyn’s fucked up. We need to leave now!” Lo ordered.

  “What the fuck happened?” Rigid boomed. He was sitting at the table, half empty bottle in front of him.

  “Not sure. Cyn called, told Meg she needed help.” Lo told him.

  “She said she needed help, it hurt, and Nick, her ex.” I rattled off. “We need to go, like now. I’m leaving.” I was freaking the fuck out. I had no idea what was wrong with Cyn, but I knew it wasn’t good. I was going to fucking kill Nick.

  “I’m with you.” Rigid moved from the table towards the door. “Let’s go.”

  I looked around, Demon, Swinger, Gravel, Gambler, and Speed were already, waiting for orders. “I can only fit three people in my truck.”

  “Rigid is the only one too drunk to drive, the rest of them can take their bikes.” Lo ordered. “Everyone follows us. We don’t know what we’re walking into. Everyone stay alert. Let’s move.”

  We moved out the door and headed to my truck. “Keys, babe.” I handed them off, not caring who drove as long as we got to Cyn. Lo grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the driver’s side. He pressed me against the door, caging me in.

  “We need to go, Lo.” I was beyond impatient.

  “Eyes, babe.”

  I looked at Lo, way annoyed. “What?” I snapped.

  “Breathe, baby. Whatever we find when we get there, you need to stay calm for Cyn. You got me?” Lo asked.

  He was right. I had no idea what Cyn was going through, but I needed to stay calm and help, not make things worse. “She’s pregnant, Lo,” I whispered.

  “Fuck me.” He hissed out.

  “She was meeting with Asshat tonight to tell him.” He truly had earned that name now.

  “Tell me what you know about him,” Lo ordered.

  “Troy and I don’t like him, never have. We both thought he treated her like shit and didn’t deserve her. I don’t think he ever hit her before, at least, she never told me he did.” I wrung my hands. “Oh my God, Lo, what if he has hit her before and she felt she couldn’t tell me. I should have gone with her tonight. I asked her if she wanted me to and she said no, I should have gone.” I threw my head back, running my fingers through my hair.

  “Meg look at me.” Lo laced his fingers through my hair and tilted my head down. Tears were streaming down my face. I was losing it. “Stay with me, babe. I love you.”

  “I love you too, Lo, but that isn’t helping Cyn.” I wailed.

  “Yes, it will. I love you, Meg, that means me and my club have your back, no matter what. I’m here for you, you need me, lean on me babe, and I’ll give you whatever you need to get through this. Remember that.”

  Lo was perfect. Any
doubt I ever had about him, and I being together disappeared. I was never letting him go. “I love you with all my heart, Lo. Thank you for being here with me.”

  “Always, Meg. Always.”

  “Let’s fucking go!” Rigid bellowed.

  “Let’s go get your girl, babe.” Lo kissed my forehead, pulled me into his arms, and pulled the door open. I slid in next to Rigid.

  “Cyn’s fucking hurt and you two are standing around fucking talking. Fucking ridiculous.” Rigid ranted.

  “Shut it Rigid. You don’t know shit.” Lo pulled out of the lot, headed to Cyn’s. I looked behind us, five bikes following close.

  Lo grabbed my hand, pulled it to his lips, and kissed the back. “I’m here, babe. Always.” Lo murmured.

  “Always,” I whispered back.

  I had no idea what we were about to walk into. The fact that Cyn could barely talk worried me.

  Rigid sat next to me, hands clenched, staring out the window. I could feel his rage and anger radiating off of him. I knew he had liked Cyn, but I never realized to what extent. “It’ll be ok, Rigid.”

  “Better fucking be, or I’m going to kill that fucker.” Rigid fumed. “Cyn is mine.”

  “Does Cyn know that?” I was pretty sure she didn’t. Last I knew, she wasn’t a big fan of Rigid’s.

  “Not yet, but she will,” Rigid vowed.

  “Just keep your fucking cool brother, Cyn needs you.” Lo reminded him.

  “She needs all of us,” I whispered.

  We sped off into the night, not knowing what was ahead of us. The only thing I knew was no matter what, I had Lo.

  Always.

  The End

  (For Now)

  Finding Cyn

  Devil’s Knights Series

  Book 2

  Winter Travers

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  ISBN-10: 1514372673

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