Loving Lo: Devil's Knights Series

by Winter Travers

  I fell in my bed and instantly passed out. This Prez and Meg shit was exhausting.

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  Chapter 7

  Meg

  The beginning of the day started out good. Remy and I got up at nine and had breakfast. Remy made no mention of our conversation from the night before and we both refrained from saying shit. Score one for mom.

  After breakfast, Hunter called Remy wanting to head to the cabin up north and off they went.

  I cleaned up the breakfast dishes and started to make a plan for the day. All the girls were going to be meeting at the Falls Hotel at four and it was an hour drive to the hotel. I had about four hours to get my shit packed.

  As I was pulling out possible outfits for our night of mischief and debauchery, Troy called me. “Hello my little Troy.” I sang out as I put my phone on speaker so I could continue to dig through my closet.

  “I really wish you wouldn’t call me little.” Troy grumped at me.

  “Ha, get used to it. What’s up, homie? I’m digging through my closet trying to find clothes to wear tonight.”

  “Don’t use homie. If you are over the age of thirty, you should not use slang.” Troy informed me. Shithead.

  “Bite me, Troy. What. Do. You. Want? Other than to annoy the crap out of me.”

  “I don’t think I’m going to tell you now. That was mean.” Troy sulked.

  “Oh my god! Just tell me!” I yelled.

  “I’m pretty sure Cyn’s fiancé is cheating on her.” Troy blurted out.

  “WHAT! Troy, do you not realize I am three hours away from celebrating her bachelorette party? How the hell did you find this out?” I grabbed my phone off my dresser and pressed it to my ear. I had to have heard him wrong.

  “Well, when I saw him making out with some chick last night that was when I figured it out. By the way, the chick was not Cyn.” Ok, I guess I didn’t hear him wrong. Shit.

  “Motherfucker! What the hell am I supposed to do now?” I exclaimed.

  “Meg, you know what you have to do. I gotta go.”

  “Really, you call me, lay that shit on me and now you gotta go. I hate you.” I punched the end call button. (Definitely not as satisfying slamming the receiver down.) “Shit!” I yelled.

  What the hell was I supposed to do?

  I started pacing and ran my hands through my hair. Ok, think.

  Plan A: Act like I know nothing and go out and celebrate with Cyn knowing that the guy she is marrying is a lying cheating asshat. Mazel Tov! (Not!)

  Plan B: Call Cyn. Tell her about her lying cheating asshat of a fiancée and call up fifteen girls to cancel the bachelorette party. So not how I had envisioned my Saturday afternoon.

  Ugh. Troy was right. I knew what I had to do.

  Shit.

  Here’s the deal with Cyn’s fiancée. (Hopefully soon to be ex.)

  Troy and I did not like him, like, at all. Two months into their relationship, we both called it that he was a mooching douche. I had even at one point sat down with Cyn and expressed my concerns to her. She told me to fuck off and didn’t talk to me for two weeks. We obviously patched things up (over a bottle of Rum Chata) and I agreed to the fact that Cyn knew what she was doing and she appreciated the concern but she had it covered.

  I liked Cyn and I knew that she could do so much better. I saw myself in Cyn so much it was ridiculous and it hurt sometimes watching her make the same wrong decisions that I had made. I now see her walking down the same path that I did when I was 19 (that ended so well for me. Oy.)

  I picked up my phone and pulled up her number. As I was about to hit send, her drunk ass face showed up on my screen. (I tended to take pictures of my friends drunk and make it their picture when they called me. I got a good laugh every time they called, them, not so much.) I threw my phone on the bed and panicked. “Shit!” I scrambled onto the bed and grabbed the phone.

  “Hi!” I chimed. Ok, bring it down a notch, I sounded like one of the chipmunks answering the phone.

  “Meg! You were right! Oh my god, what am I going to do!” Cyn was in major freak out mode.

  Huh, maybe I didn’t need to break the news to her. “Calm down Hun, what’s up?”

  “That, that… What do you always call him?” Cyn demanded.

  “Um, asshat?” Hey, I agreed to let her make her own decisions, but I was only human. I just couldn’t seem to call him by his real name. Plus, I could never remember what his name was.

  “Yes! That asshat was kissing some slut in the bar last night! You were right! I can’t believe I defended that asshat! UGH! ASSHAT!” Ok, so I obviously was not going to have to break the news to her about the cheating asshat.

  “Are you ok, sweetie?” I asked.

  “Am I alright? What an asshat! I cannot believe I have wasted the past two years on that Asshat! That is his name from now on, Asshat. It fits him so much better than Nick.”

  Nick! That was his name, I knew it started with an ‘N”.

  “Alright, Hun, sounds good. So what are your plans?” I seriously had no idea what to say or do. I felt it best to go with whatever Cyn was feeling. It seemed like a safer bet.

  “I canceled the whole wedding. My parents were going to cook the meal so they are just stuck with about forty pounds of spiral cut ham and sixty pounds of potatoes. My mom was on the way to the store to buy the chicken and booze when I called her and told her about Asshat. Now they are planning on having a “Thank God Cyn Didn’t Marry That Asshat” party when the reception was supposed to be going on. You’re invited.” Cyn declared.

  “Ok, sounds good honey. So, how are you feeling? Do you want me to come over?” For having just found out her soon to be husband was caught cheating on her, Cyn seemed to be doing pretty well. All anger aside.

  “I’m pissed Meg. I’m mad at myself for not listening to you and staying with that Asshat. And no, you do not need to come over right now, I’ll see you when you pick me up.”

  Pick her up? We were still going to do the bachelorette party?

  “Um, honey, I’m still picking you up?” I guessed.

  “Yes. Instead of a bachelorette party, we are now having a ‘Thank God I Did Not Marry That Asshat” party. Tonight is phase 1, the reception will be phase 2. Meg, I need to get drunk and I need to flirt with as many men as possible. As we speak, I am throwing my sluttiest clothes in my bag, and you best be doing the same thing. Plus, if I cancel our reservations at the hotel I won’t get any of my money back. We. Are. Going. Get packed and pick me up as soon as you can. I have to call the florist and cancel the flowers and if I can’t get my money back, Asshat is going to get his ass beat.” Cyn finished on a shriek.

  “Cyn, calm…” Shit, she hung up.

  I looked at my bag I had halfway packed and dumped it out. Nothing I had packed could qualify as “Slutty”. I honestly didn’t do slutty so I was kind of at a loss. I grabbed my phone and texted Cyn.

  I have no slutty clothes. I was a mom and thirty-six, was I supposed to even own slutty clothes?

  Grab your toothbrush and sexy underwear and pick me up. We can hit the outlet mall on the way.

  I looked in my underwear drawer and cringed. I was pretty sure cotton boy shorts did not qualify as sexy. I don’t have sexy underwear either. I haven’t had the need for sexy anything in the past five years.

  Geeze. Grab your toothbrush and come get me. I will be ready in half an hour.

  Fine. See you soon.

  I shot a text to Remy letting him know I was leaving early and then one to Troy letting him know I had the Cyn situation under control and for him to let Blue out for me.

  Not listening completely to Cyn, I did grab some of my not sexy underwear, pajamas, favorite blue jeans and all my bathroom crap. I made a quick “Men Suck” play list and headed over to Cyn’s. This was going to be interesting.

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  Meg

  I rolled up to Cyn’s house with Kelly Clarkson blasting, singing “Walk Away” and saw Cyn standing at the end of her
driveway yelling into her phone.

  “No, Asshat! You listen to me. I am going out with Meg and I am going to kiss every guy I see and I am not even going to think about you!” She shouted.

  I tried to remember if I threw my chapstick in my bag thinking Cyn was going to need it if her plans involved kissing every guy she saw.

  “Yes I am going with Meg! She was right about you! I should have listened to her!” At this point I had popped the truck and Cyn threw her bag in and slammed it shut. “Don’t you call her a bitch, you ASSHAT! I fucking hate you. I hope you get fucking herpes and your dick falls off!” Cyn flung open the door and dropped into the seat and slammed the door shut. “You had a small dick anyway. I faked it every time!” Cyn threw her phone at my dash and screamed.

  “Hey.” I really had no idea what the hell to say.

  Cyn ran her hands through her hair and looked at me. “Hey.”

  “Did he really call me a bitch?” I asked. Because really, he cheats on Cyn and he thinks he can call me a bitch. Asshat.

  “Yeah. Fucking Asshat.’ I knew we were friends for a reason. She totally had my back even in the middle of her own crisis. ‘He was trying to tell me it wasn’t what it looked like, that he was just helping the slut put her earring in. Asshat.”

  “Amen girl.” I chimed in.

  “Alright, let’s go. You need slut clothes and I need a drink. Drive.” Cyn ordered.

  I drove.

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  Meg

  We hit the Outlet Mall and got outfitted for our night. Cyn pretty much took over shopping for me and I just stayed in the dressing room trying clothes on as she threw them at me.

  I snagged two kick ass pairs of Silver jeans at Maurices (Yay, clearance!), then hit up Lane Bryant and I fell in love with my new demi bra with white pleating, black satin lining and lace sides that put the girls in a position they hadn’t been in for years with a matching Satin Cheeky Panty in black. Lastly, we stormed through Torrid, where I found a leather studded black peplum top that was going to look amazing with my new jeans.

  Cyn needed new “Slut Shoes” so on the way out we quickly ran into DSW where Cyn got a pair of Jessica Simpson four inch spike heels that were a mish mash of black straps criss crossing over the top of her foot, that even I had to say were to die for. I picked up a pair of three inch wedges that had two thick straps going over the top of my foot and wrapped around my heel. They were black and studded all along the straps. I freakin’ loved these shoes.

  By the time we made it out of the mall, we had to hustle to meet all the other girls at the hotel. We wouldn’t be a group of fifteen anymore, because Asshat’s two sisters and five of his friends girlfriends wouldn’t be joining us anymore. We had a suite of rooms booked and with seven girls not joining us now, I ended up with my own room. Score!

  We all got ready together rocking out to Pink while drinking shots of Rum Chata and Tequila. I stuck to Rum Chata because Tequila, just like the song says, makes my clothes fall off.

  Cyn’s friend, April, was a hairdresser and did all our hair. She curled mine, piling it on top of my head, so I had random pieces cascading around my face and down my neck. I put on my new pair of boot cut Silver jeans and my leather peplum top (so hot!) and slipped on my wedges. I did a quick swipe of mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow, threw my lip gloss in my black clutch, double checking to make sure I had my ID and money and we hit the town.

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  Chapter 8

  Lo

  I was on my way back from making a parts run, when I drove by The Tavern and saw Meg’s friend walking in. I whipped a U-turn and parked behind his truck.

  I walk into the bar and rested my sunglasses on the top of my head scanning the bar for Meg’s friend. It was only four o’clock and the bar was pretty sparse.

  I walked over to where he was sitting at the bar and ordered a beer.

  “You hurt her and I’ll rip your fucking guts out.” He growled next to me.

  “Nice to meet you to,” I said, “pretty sure you’re one up on me here. I don’t even know your name.” I drawled back.

  “Troy.” He grunted at me.

  “You can call me King.’ I replied. ‘Alright, look here man. I came in here to get a drink and talk to ya. I just got some questions about Meg.” I took a drink from my beer and sighed. This guy was about to piss me off.

  “You’re not going to find a better woman than Meg. She isn’t some chick you fuck around with and leave. I’m pretty sure you’ve never meet someone like her before.” Troy bite off.

  “I know she’s not just pussy, brother. That’s why I want her. I want something that’s mine that no one in the club has had. You sound into her, you got something going for her?”

  “Fuck no. She’s my best friend and that’s it. If you can’t handle her having a guy as her friend then you better look elsewhere. She isn’t going to choose you over me.”

  “Ain’t got no problem with Meg having you as a friend. You having some repressed feelings or shit for her, that I would have a problem with.” I seriously was not going to compete for Meg with this guy.

  “We tried it once man, one kiss and we knew there was nothing there. She’s like a sister to me when it comes to that shit.”

  Well that was a relief. Getting Meg to let her guard down was going to be a challenge, I didn’t need to deal with this fucker being in love with her and being too much of a pussy to tell her. “Good. She meeting you here tonight?” I asked.

  “Ha! No, I’m dog sitting for her tonight. I was on my way to pick her dog up and decided to stop for a drink before I picked up Blue. She’s up in Falls City for the night.”

  “She up there with her kid?” I asked.

  “Nah man, she’s up there with Cyn for her bachelorette party. Well I guess it’s not really a bachelorette party any more. Fucking Asshat she was going to marry cheated on her last night.” Troy said as he set his empty bottle on the bar and stood up.

  “So what are they doing up there?”

  “From the text Meg sent me earlier, it sounds like Cyn is on a mission to find a guy tonight and Meg is her wingman.”

  I threw a ten on the bar to cover our beers and followed Troy out of the bar. “You know where they are going?” I hollered at Troy as he climbed up in his truck.

  “One thing I know about Meg, she goes to Falls City, she always hits up Tigs. It’s her favorite bar up there.” He slammed his door and cranked his truck up.

  “How come you’re telling me this? What if Meg doesn’t want me there?”

  “Something you are going to learn about Meg, she doesn’t always know what’s best for her. She chooses what she thinks is the safe and right path. Sometimes safe isn’t always the way to go.” Troy put his truck in gear and drove off. I watched to see what house he pulled into, knowing that it was Meg’s.

  I pulled out my phone and called Rigid. “You up for a ride tonight brother?”

  “Sure, where the fuck we going?” Rigid asked.

  “Falls City, brother. Something there I want.”

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  Meg

  Our first stop was Maxim’s, who make killer pizza and pasta. We order two big pizzas piled high with every topping possible, minus the pineapple, and a double order of fried ravioli and we chowed down.

  After Cyn’s insistent flirting with the waiter and leaving her phone number with him, we managed to pull her away and head to the Strip. Fall’s City was a major tourist trap and consisted of amusement parks, hotels, bars, and more bars.

  The Strip was lined with bars and was where you went if you had an awesome car and wanted to show it off, you would drive it up and down the Strip. I loved it. I could just sit on a bench and watch all the tricked out cars go by. My truck and I had our fair share of cruising the Strip and turning heads. It rocked.

  We hit up two bars and then ended up at Tig’s and stuck around for a while. They had a jukebox, strong drinks, and hot guys in attendance tonight. It was perfect for Cyn’s “T
hank God I Didn’t Marry That Asshat” celebration.

  I was dancing with all the girls and contemplating my empty glass, scoping out the bar to get a refill, when I was spun around, face to face with Lo. Shit.

  He looked good. It seemed every time I saw him he looked better than the last time. He had on washed out jeans, ripped at the knees, with an electric blue t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. Topped off with his cut and kick ass motorcycle boots on his feet, which completed his bad ass biker look. It seemed to be his standard look but there was nothing standard about it.

  “Hi!” I squeaked out. Squeaking seemed to be my initial reaction to Lo.

  His eyes did a sweep of me; starting at my feet and traveled up my body. I took notice that he lingered on my boobs, his eyes going liquid as they traveled up my body. His inspection ended on my face and he smirked.

  “I was hoping I would find you tonight.” He drawled.

  “How did you know I was here? I’m an hour away from home.” Stalker! A hot stalker, but a stalker nonetheless.

  “I stopped by The Tavern tonight and I saw your buddy, Troy, there. He let me know where to find you.” Ok, maybe not a stalker. I looked in his eyes. Still hot though.

  I was totally looking for a new best friend. “Well, you found me.” I pivoted and stormed to the bar. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and sent a text off to Troy.

  I hate you. I really do.

  You don’t like my surprise? What a jerk.

  I can’t believe you told him where I was. What about bros before hos?

  You are a ho, Meg.

  You just called me a ho. Totally finding a new bff.

  Meg…

  I don’t know why he is here.

  Ask him. He came looking for you.

  Troy, he is fucking off the charts in looks! Why does he want me, Fatty McFat Pants?

  Fatty McFat Pants? Really?

  Yes. Really. What do I do? I shot back.