Page 61 of Passing the Torch (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 1)

“I know absolutely nothing about you. What stuff are you doing now?” I demanded.

Hero laughed. “Sunshine, I don’t think we have time for this with your parents standing in your kitchen.”

I waved a hand toward the kitchen. “Mom is making breakfast, and Dad will turn on the TV. We have at least ten minutes before they come looking for us.” Maybe this was the pressure we needed for us to find out more about each other. “Rigid is your dad,” I stated.

“Uh, yup.”

“He is a mechanic and all around car magician according to my dad.”

Hero laughed. “He’s good at what he does.”

“Who is your mom?” I didn’t need to walk out there and have my mom suddenly start talking about how she knew Hero’s mom.

“Cyn.”

“Sin? As in like sinning?”

Hero shook his head. “Cyn as in Cynthia, Sunshine.”

; Okay. That made more sense than sin. “Do you have any siblings?”

“Uh, not blood.”

“What does that mean?” I demanded. That should have been an easy answer. Instead, it was complicated.

“Sunshine, I grew up around the club. The guys in the club are like my brothers, and Luna and Greta are like my sisters. Not blood, but they are family.”

“That’s sweet, but you made that answer so much more complicated than it needed to be.”

Hero laughed.

I wagged my finger in his face. “Stop laughing at me. These are serious questions I need to know so I don’t look like an idiot.”

His face sobered.

“What are you in the club?” I hoped that question made sense.

“Uh, well. That’s another complicated answer. Right now, I’m just a member, but with King and the rest of the older members in Arizona, I’m in charge.”

“You’re the president?” Say what?

“Yes and no. This is kind of like my tryout. Two waitresses ending up dead and Luna in jail isn’t looking very good for me right now, though.”

“None of that is your fault, though,” I argued.

“Take that up with King, Sunshine. Two days after he leaves, all hell breaks loose and I’m the one holding the gavel.”

Not fair. “So what happens now?”

“Uh, King said he’s gonna get the RV to Arizona and then he’s flying back. I’m assuming some, if not all, of the other guys are coming back, too.”

“So your shot is over?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t really know. I don’t know what King is going to be able to do, but he thinks coming back will fix things.” He reached up and brushed my hair behind my ear. “Interrogation over?”

I didn’t really have any other questions. At least that I could think of. “I suppose.”