Loving Lo: Devil's Knights Series (13 page)

              “He’s sweet to me
and
he does dishes. How did I get so lucky?” Meg leaned against the counter and smiled at me.

              “She’s gorgeous, the best lay I’ve ever had, and all mine. We both got lucky babe.” I dried my hands off and hung the towel up. “I’ve got to run, babe. See you at six?”

              She walked into me and wrapped her arms around me. “I’ll miss you. Be careful, O.K.?” She looked up at me, and I could see the fear creeping back in her eyes.

              “Always. If I get done sooner than six, I’ll let you know, babe, pick ya up early.” She smiled at me. Fuck, I loved her.

              “Text me if you get a chance, otherwise I’ll see you at six.” She reached up on her tiptoes and laid a kiss on my lips.

              I walked out the door, hopped on my bike, and looked back at Meg’s house. She was standing at the front door and waved at me.

              I started my bike up and threw a wink at her and headed to the clubhouse, hoping this shit wouldn’t take until six. The sooner I got this done, the sooner I would be with Meg.

              I was a fucking goner, and I fucking loved it.

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Chapter 19

Lo

              We pulled into an abandoned warehouse off 47 that was a little more than an hour away from the clubhouse.

              After leaving Meg’s, I meet up with all the brothers, and had discussed what was going to go down.

              Demon had been talking back and forth with Big A, and they had come to some agreement but Big A said he wanted to meet with me. I had decided that I was going to bring Demon, Rigid, Speed, and Turtle with me for the meet, leaving most of the guys back at the clubhouse.

              “You sure this is the place?” Rigid asked Demon.

              “This is the place. Looks like that’s them right there.” I looked over my shoulder and saw two lowered Cadillac’s pull in.

              “Let’s get this shit done, brothers.” We all climbed off our bikes and waited.

              Two guys got out of each of the Caddies. I looked them over, trying to figure out which one was Big A. It really wasn’t hard to figure out. There were two young Mexicans who looked to be the muscle, one that looked like he wanted to be in charge but kept looking at the last guy, taking his cues from him.

              Big A, wasn’t big at all. He was about 5’5”, skinny as a fucking toothpick, bald but with a rat tail coming out the back. He had on shorts and a t-shirt that were two sizes too big and sunglasses covering his eyes.

              “Hola, amigo. It’s about time I meet the infamous King.” Big A said.

              “Big A.” I nodded my head at him, and waited for him to make the next move.

              “I feel like you are not too happy to be here. I thought I was doing you a favor taking over your territory.”

              “This ain’t no social call, its business. And I’m pretty sure we are doing you a favor, handing over our very profitable territory.” I growled. I did not like this guy.

              “I meant no offense hombre. What’s say we go inside, get out of this heat, and discuss things so you can get back to your woman?”

              I glanced at Demon, wanting to know if he had told Big A about Meg. Demon shook his head at me, knowing the silent question I had just asked him.

              I looked back at Big A, knowing this was not going to be a man I could trust. “Just like I am sure you want to get back to your woman.” I replied, not knowing if he did have a woman or not.

              I saw Big A flinch, knowing I had made my point. He thought he knew about me, but he now had doubt in his mind, thinking that I knew about him.

              “Speed, go check out the warehouse, then we can go in.” I commanded. Speed headed into the warehouse, one of Big A’s men following him.

              Demon turned his back to Big A and looked at me. “Not a fucking clue how he knew about Meg, King. Fucker must have someone watching, trying to find shit out about us. He does have an ol’ lady, been with her for four years, not a lot know of her. I bet he’s trying to figure out how you knew, good call.”

              “Find out how he knows about Meg. He’s got ears in our town, I want them to go deaf.”

              Demon nodded at me and flipped his phone opened. He walked a couple feet away, firing off orders to Gravel.

              “I don’t trust this fucker.” Rigid said to my side.

              I watched Big A, not talking to any of his men, just watching me, a smirk playing on his lips. “Neither do I brother. We get this shit handed over to him, we leave no ties with him. I do not want to be associated with this fucker.”

              “He is definitely someone you need to watch your back around. Don’t know how the fucker knew about Meg. Only the brothers know about her.”

              “Demon’s sorting that out right now. This shit does not touch Meg.”

              “She’s the reason you wanted out of the drugs, isn’t she?”

              I looked at Rigid thinking back to when we had done the vote to get out of the drugs. “Yeah, guess she was. I hadn’t even really touched her yet, but I knew if I wanted to be with her, I had to get my shit straight. Going legit is good for not only the club, but for me too. Meg is my endgame brother. I nailed her down last night and I’m not letting her go.”

              Rigid nodded his head and looked back at the warehouse and we watched Speed walk out. “It’s clear, King.” Speed said.

              “Let’s get this shit done.”

              The sooner we got things laid out with Big A, the sooner I could forget about the fucker, and the sooner I could get back to Meg.

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Chapter 20

Meg

              Creamy banana cream bars, white chocolate s’more bars, and peanut butter Twix bars were all laid out on the kitchen island cooling while I was taking a quick shower, freaking out about going to the clubhouse.

              After Lo had left, I finished up the dishes from breakfast and did a quick inventory of my baking supplies, making a list of the things I needed. I had planned on making one kind of bars, not wanting to look like I was trying to impress anyone and figured bars were a good choice for a party. No plates needed and less mess.

I decided on the peanut butter Twix bars, but then worried if someone was allergic to peanuts (were bikers allergic to anything?). I decided to make white chocolate s’mores bars, also, but then I realized both bars had chocolate and figured I need to make something without chocolate and decided to go with the banana bars.

              I spent almost an hour at the grocery store buying everything I needed, then spent the rest of the afternoon with music blaring and baking.

              I was now standing in front of my mirror, bra and panties on, when I heard a pounding on the front door. I glanced at my phone to see if I had missed Lo calling me, but saw no missed calls, and wondered who was at the door. I ran to my bedroom, quickly threw on some sweats and a tank, and ran to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw Cyn.

              “Cyn! Is everything ok?” I asked worriedly as I threw the door open.

              “Hardly, but nothing new. I thought I would stop by and see what you were up to tonight.” Cyn walked in and plopped down on the couch. “I vote we order Chinese and watch
The Proposal
for the fiftieth time, pausing and rewinding to watch Ryan Reynolds ass.”

              “As appealing as that sounds,’ it totally sounded appealing, ‘I’m supposed to be at the clubhouse in an hour. You should come with.”

              “Ha! I’ll pass. Especially if that asshole Rigid is going to be there.” Cyn hissed.

              I leaned back in my chair and looked at Cyn. You could visibly see the toll her break up with Asshat was taking on her. Her eyes were rimmed with dark circles and bags, and it looked like she had lost at least ten pounds. She was wearing cutoff jean shorts and a tank top that had the word ‘LIAR’ splashed across the chest. I had been seeing her at work every day, so I was a witness to her decline. Cyn was like me, never really dressed up, but we still cared about how we looked. We are jeans and t-shirt kind of girls but we could rock the hell out of them. Now, Cyn just looked tired and I was starting to get worried about her.             

              “I can stay home. Let me send a text to Lo, and then we can order Chinese.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and pulled Lo’s number.

              I saw Cyn move out of the corner up my eye as I was typing a message to Lo, when she grabbed my phone out of my hand and shoved it into her pocket. “Nope, you’re going. I’m fine Meg. Get your ass in there and get dressed.”

              “Cyn, I’m worried about you. I haven’t spent much time with you since Asshat’s demise. Lo can see me some other time. He will have to deal with it.”

              “Nope. I don’t want to talk about it, Meg. There isn’t anything more to say. I just needed to get out of the house. His shit is all over my house and it just makes me want to burn the fucking house down every time I see it, so I figured it was safer for me to come over here than burn the fucker down.” Cyn held a hand out to me to help me up.

              “How about I go to the clubhouse for a little bit and you stay here, as long as you promise not to burn my house down, and then we can watch some Reynold’s ass when I get back. Deal?” I joked.

              “Works for me. Now get your ass up, stop worrying about me, and go make yourself hot for that fine piece of ass that is waiting for you.” I grabbed Cyn’s hand, letting her pull me up.

              “I love you, Cyn. I’m always here if you need me.” I whispered into Cyn’s ear as I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her.

              “I know, Meg, that’s why I came over. I love you, too.” Cyn pulled out of my arms and looked at me. “Now enough of this lesbian shit, let’s get you dressed and shipped off to Stud Muffin, and I can dig into some Chinese and imagine Ryan Reynolds tied to my bed.” She made a shooing motion with her hands to me.

              I turned and headed into the bedroom, giggling. “I think Rigid would look much better tied to your bed.”

              “Hmm, you are right, he definitely looks better, but as soon as he opens his mouth I want to slap some tape over it and tie his hands behind his back.”

              I walked to my closet, slapping hangers back and forth, trying to find something to wear. “What happened last night when he called you?” I pulled out a couple of possible shirts and threw them on the bed.

              “He called me up and told me to get my sweet ass over to your house. I told him I had plans with my parents and he told me to cancel them. I told him what I thought of him bossing me around and told him to fuck off.” Cyn looked at the shirts I threw on the bed, and threw them back at me. “Not sexy enough.”

              “I’m not sexy, Cyn.” I grabbed them and hung them back up.

              “Yes, you are. Wear those ripped jeans and that shirt that has a lace back.” Cyn laid down on my bed and threw her hands behind her head.

              I grabbed the jeans and shirt she told me to and threw them on the bed. I shimmed out of my sweatpants. “So you’re done with Rigid?”

              “Not sure. I totally want him, but I don’t think I want some asshole telling me what to do.”

              “Well, it’s only been a couple of weeks since Asshat, maybe you just need to be by yourself and figure out what you want.” I pulled my jeans on and rummaged through my drawers looking for an undershirt.

              “You better not be wearing anything under that shirt. The whole point of the lace panel on the back is to show a little skin.” Cyn insisted.

              “Yeah well, I’m thirty-six, not twenty-six, and I have back fat.”

              “Whatever. You’re hot. Even with an undershirt on, Stud Muffin won’t be able to keep his hands off you.”

              “Let’s hope.” I mumbled at I pulled the black undershirt on and then the lace back top. The front of it look like a normal shirt that was bright pink with black cheetah spots all of it, but the back had a panel of black lace that ran from collar to bottom hem.  “There, what do you think?” I asked as I twirled around.

              “Could be sexier if you didn’t wear that black shirt, but still, you look like one hot mama.”

              “Thanks Hun, we could make you look like one hot mama too if you want to come.” I smirked as I pulled my black motorcycle boots out of the closet.

              “Maybe next time. I’m sure the second Lo sees you he’s going to drag you to a dark corner and rip all your clothes off.”

              “Let’s hope.” We both giggled.

              “Ok, you go get some, and I’m going to get me some Chinese.” Cyn grabbed her keys out of her pocket and jingled them.

              “You come with, I’m sure Rigid would give ya some.” I giggled.

              “I’ll stick with the Chinese tonight.”

              “Ok, honey, I won’t be gone long. Promise. Help me load the truck up?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen and picked up two pans of bars.

              “Holy shit, Meg, you made banana bars! My fucking favorite. You better bring me some.” Cyn exclaimed as she picked up the other pan and followed me out the door.

              “I’ll try to sneak a piece before they devour them.’ I laughed as I put them on the seat next to me. ‘Does it look like I’m trying to hard?” I asked Cyn as we looked down at my passenger seat that was filled.

              “No. It looks like you are trying to fatten them up.” Cyn joked.

              “Oh my god, Cyn, here take the banana and Twix bars back in with you. I’m such an idiot. It looks like I’m trying to impress them. Take ‘em all back in. I’m not going.” I ranted as I shoved a pan into Cyn’s arms.

              “Meg, what the fuck. You were fine a second ago. What the hell is going through your mind?” Cyn set the pan back on the seat and looked at me.

              “Lo is so hot, Cyn. What happens when he gets sick of me? When he sees something else he likes and tells me to take a hike? I feel like I’m competing with his past, all the girls who were prettier than me and better than me. I have to be better than them and I’m not. I’m not going.” I grabbed the pan and shoved it back into Cyn’s hands.

              “Have you told this to Lo?”

              “Not in so many words, but yeah, he knows.”

              “What did he tell you?”

              “I was the best lay he’d ever had and to stop thinking. Literally, stop thinking.” I replied.

              “I’m starting to like Lo more and more.” Cyn murmured.

              “What do I do, Cyn?” I gulped.

              Cyn put the pan back on the seat again, moved me out of the way, and slammed the door shut. “Stop thinking.”

              I blinked at Cyn and stammered, “Really? That’s all the advice you have, Stop thinking?”

              “Yes. Meg, you are so confident, but not when it comes to your looks, if that makes sense. You are the nicest, kindest, most generous person I know. You would do anything for your friends, but you do nothing for yourself. Am I pretty?” Cyn inquired.

“This seems kind of off topic, but yes, you’re beautiful. You have the clearest skin I’ve ever seen, an awesome smile, and ass and tits for days. Any guy who doesn’t like you should take a long walk off a short pier.” I replied.

“Jesus Christ, Meg! Even in the middle of a breakdown you put my need before yours. You should have told me to fuck off when I asked that, instead you tell me I’m beautiful. Who does that? Put yourself first for once, Meg.”

“You just went through a bad break up, Cyn, you have needs too.”

“Fuck my needs, Meg! I’m sick of people asking me how I am. Forget about me. What do you want?” Cyn demanded.

I knew what I wanted, I just didn’t know if I deserved it. “Lo.”

“Then take it, for however long it lasts. If it falls apart, I’ll be here. Just like you were there when I fell apart.”             

“I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t want to let someone have the power to hurt me and make me feel like shit. I gave that power to Hunter for so many years, I’m afraid if I give that power to Lo, it will destroy me.” I sobbed, tears spilling down my cheeks.

“Oh Meg, Hunter was an Asshat. I knew it the instant I meet him. You want to know what I thought the instant I meet Lo.”

I wiped my cheeks and sniffled my nose. “Same thing I thought, fuck he’s hot.” I whimpered.

Cyn laughed and shook her head at me. “Well, yeah. But I also thought, he was exactly what you needed. The way he looked at you at Tig’s, fuck Meg, he didn’t see anyone, but you. You need to just go with it. I don’t think Lo’s intention is to hurt you, honey.”

“I don’t think anyone goes into a relationship with the intention of hurting someone, Cyn, it still happens though.”

              “Then keep your eyes open and pay attention, Meg. If he does something you don’t like, tell him, and talk about it. But just let yourself go, Lo could be exactly what you need.”

              I wiped my eyes again because dammit I couldn’t stop crying and took a deep breath. “I’m gonna go. But I’m not going to be some naive little girl thinking that Lo is my happy ending. Some people don’t get happy endings. I’m just going to go with it and when he is done with me, then I’m done with him, right?”

              “Yes, kind of. You deserve a happy ending, Meg. Don’t forget that.”

              I hugged Cyn and hopped in my truck. Cyn walked to her car, off to get Chinese and come back to my house.

              I took another calming breath, and put my truck in reverse and headed to the clubhouse. Everything Cyn said was true. I needed to stop thinking of all the bad things that could happen and just focus on right now. Nothing was guaranteed in life and I just needed to start enjoying it.

Broken heart be damned. If Lo broke my heart, I would just put it back together like I did before.

Time to enjoy Lo.

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Lo

It was barely six o’clock and the party was already in full swing. I knew all of my brothers had been working hard on wrapping up the drug shit and were already focusing on the strip club now and deserved to have a little fun tonight.

              The meet with Big A had gone off without a hitch, but all of the brothers agreed that we needed to keep an eye on the transition. We were going to make sure the Assassins keep up their part of the deal, which was to keep the fuck away from the Devil’s Knights.

              I was sitting at the bar, facing the door so I would see Meg when she walked in right away, and nursing a beer. Turtle was tending bar tonight and all the brothers were keeping him on his toes with all the beer and shots they were downing.