Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation #2) - Winter Travers Page 0,3

the stool next to me. “What the hell are you staring at the door for?”

“It’s been eleven minutes since Indiana walked through it.” Zig smirked. “The longest she’s been out of his sight other than when she’s sleeping.”

“Fuck you,” I grunted. She wasn’t always in my sight. Though it wasn’t for a lack trying to always keep her there.

“So, she got gold-plated tits that squirt beer or something?” Zag chuckled. “That would be the only reason I would be panting like a dog in heat after a chick like you are with Indiana.”

Zig tipped his head to the side. “Gold-plated tits that squirt beer? I sometimes wonder what the hell is going on inside your head. How are we related, let alone twins? I shared a womb with you, weird-ass.” Zig shivered and cringed. “I must be the normal one.”

“I’ve got an imagination, asswipe. You should be pissed you don’t have one.” Zag flipped off Zig and tipped his beer to his lips. “Mama screwed you over.”

“You really think we should start talking about mamas when we all got the same fucking one?” I growled.

“We ain’t even getting into you. You’re the youngest. You got fucked over. Zig and I got the good looks and sense of humor. All you got was your stick-in-the-mud attitude.” Zag shook his head and set his beer down.

“By stick-in-the-mud attitude, I think you mean I’m responsible.” At least when it came to the three of us, I was definitely the most responsible. “You two assholes might want to try it sometime.”

“You mean how you were so responsible when you rode the pink barbie Jeep power wheel to the gas station for booze?” Zig snickered.

“That was three fucking years ago. You think you two can get over that?” Jesus Christ. I couldn’t go a week without someone bringing up that shit. “Fucking hell.”

“Op, here she comes,” Zag whispered. “Wipe the drool from your lip, Frost.”

When I was little, I sometimes wished I were an only child. That thought was back with a vengeance whenever these two decided to be smartasses, and I was their target.

Indiana slipped through the sliding door, and she looked directly at me.

Zag elbowed me in the side. “Oh, she’s looking at you, little brother.”

“You want me to pass her a note in homeroom? Check yes or no if she likes you?” Zig laughed.

“Swear to God. You two assholes were dropped on your fucking heads,” I growled. “How the hell you two are older than me is fucking amazing.”

Zag smiled wide. “I don’t wanna grow up.”

“I’m a Toys ‘R’ Us kid,” Zig finished. They bumped fists and chuckled like they were fucking David Spade and Chris Farley.

My focus stayed with Indiana as she walked back over to the group of girls sitting on the couch. She plopped down in the middle of them and reached for her beer on the table.

Zag turned back to the bar. “You ever going to make a move on her or just keep watching her from a distance like a creep?”

“I’m keeping an eye on her. You two assholes forget there is a serial killer out there who is targeting chicks connected to the club?” I reminded them.

“Come on,” Zag complained. “Hero just saved Reva from some psycho. For all we know, that guy is behind the other girls dying.”

“I bet it is that guy. What are the odds that we got two wacked-in-the-head psychos in town? We barely got a population over four thousand,” Zig pointed out.

“Is there, like, some guide of how many psychos you can have in a certain area?” I asked.

Zig shrugged. “I’m just saying I don’t think we need to worry anymore. Reva’s neighbor was the psycho killing chicks. Maybe she was next, but Hero saved her?”

I shook my head. “It’s not the same guy. This guy had a hard-on for Reva, who, before a couple of weeks ago, did not have a connection to the club. Your theory isn’t right.”

Indiana sat silently on the couch, just listening to the women talking. She never really was one to jump in and lead a conversation, but something seemed off about her. Her pitch-black hair laid tousled on her shoulders, and her cheeks were flushed pink.

I had fought back the urge to follow her outside before, but something in my gut told me I should have. I always had a feeling in my gut when it came to Indiana. The first time I saw her at the club, my heart had dropped to my