Page 2 of Alice & Meg: Summer Vacation (Fallen Lords MC & Devil’s Knights MC Crossover)

The wind whipped through my hair, and my arms snug around Wrecker’s waist as his bike led the pack into Falls City. His bike rumbled beneath us like a living beast, growling as it ate up the pavement.

Behind us, I knew Wendy was on the back of Slayer’s bike, her laughter occasionally drifting forward on the breeze. Raven was behind Clash, with her dark hair streaming behind her. Adley, our sweet pain in the ass, drove the club van dutifully at the rear. I’d caught sight of her a few times in the side mirror, gripping the wheel like she was in a NASCAR race and muttering to herself.

Falls City unfolded around us in a flurry of color, chaos, and tourists. We passed a sprawling indoor water park with slides curling out of the building like tentacles. Kids sprinted toward the entrance with towels flapping behind them like capes.

A hotel shaped like a castle loomed on the left. Then a pizza place with a twenty-foot-tall fake slice on the roof.

Wrecker slowed a bit as we turned down the strip and into the heart of Falls City. Here, the sidewalks were crowded, and every building seemed to shout with neon signs and flashing lights—bars, restaurants, souvenir shops, ice cream stands, T-shirt stores with racks of obnoxious slogans. There was a place offering old-timey photos—the kind where you dressed up like a saloon girl or cowboy.

And then I saw it.

“There it is!”

I squealed, tapped Wrecker’s arm, and pointed to the small kiosk with giant yellow letters: Duck Boat Tours Here! “Meg said we’re going to do that!”

Wrecker patted my thigh with one hand, nodded, but kept his eyes on the road.

I twisted around in my seat and pointed it out to Wendy and Raven.

Both women waved enthusiastically. Raven even threw me a thumbs-up.

“Woman!”

Wrecker bellowed.

“Stop squirming all over. You’re gonna make me wreck.”

I huffed but sat still. “Fine,”

I grumbled. The last thing I wanted was for our vacation to start with me and Beardilocks eating pavement.

A few more turns and Wrecker pulled into the parking lot of the Flamingo Inn. The building was one story, shaped like a giant L, and yes, it was actually pink—pale pink stucco, with a giant plastic flamingo perched over the office door. A big pool sparkled in the center of the L, surrounded by white lounge chairs and a couple of plastic palm trees.

“Charming,”

Wrecker muttered as he killed the engine.

He climbed off first, then helped me swing my leg over.

Adley pulled the van in next to us and climbed out, her hair up in a messy bun, aviators perched on her nose. “I swear,”

she groaned, “that van drives like a damn tank. I’m not driving it again until we leave in seven days.”

I walked over and threw my arm around her shoulder.

“You know what you need? A margarita. Get the blender out of the van, and Wrecker can go check us in.”

Wrecker turned slowly, one eyebrow raised.

“You brought the damn blender?”

I grinned.

“Hell yes, I did. Meg said she was bringing the air fryer, so I offered to bring the blender for poolside drinks. She provides sustenance, I provide booze.”

I looked over at Wendy.

“Is there a fancier word for booze provider?”

Wendy laughed.

“Uh, bartender?”

“Aren’t we gonna be out doing stuff?”

Clash asked, removing his helmet and setting it on his handlebars.

“We can get drunk at the bar down the street,”

he continued, “eat a cheeseburger from one of the fifty restaurants within a two-mile radius, and then haul our happy, drunk asses back to our rooms.”

He looked around.

“Am I the only one who had those exact plans for the next seven days?”

Wrecker pushed his sunglasses on top of his head, and my breath caught for a second. That face. That beard. That smirk. The tattoos peeking from the collar of his shirt. The man was literal heat in human form.

“,”

Raven snapped her fingers in front of my face.

“You’ve been married to the man for years and have three kids with him. Snap the hell out of it.”

I rolled my eyes and swatted her hand away.

“Your brother is hot. I told you when I first met you, and I’m telling you again.”

Raven wrinkled her nose.

“I don’t remember you telling me that, but I’m sure you did.”

Wrecker shook his head and started toward the office.

“I’m going to check us in. You fuckers can check in yourselves.”

Slayer and Clash followed him.

“Uh, do I have a room?”

Adley asked, slamming the back door of the van.

“You got money for one?”

Slayer shot back.

“Uh, well,”

Adley tilted her head. “Yes.”

I narrowed my eyes, not sure I believed her.

“I booked you a room,”

Wendy cut in and glared at Slayer.

“Stop messing with her.”

As the guys disappeared inside the office, Wendy moved to Adley and wrapped her arm around her.

“I’m just so glad you’re home and decided to come with us this week.”

Adley scoffed.

“As if I was gonna go to the Harley celebration in Milwaukee. They’re gonna be drunk for three days straight and shout Jelly Roll songs until they lose their voices. No thanks.”

Wendy smiled.

“Yeah, I’m glad we decided to do this instead.”

I wrinkled my brow.

“I’m still on the fence about that.”

“Weren’t you the one who almost fell off the motorcycle when you saw the duck boat?”

Raven laughed.

I shrugged.

“I mean, did you see that Duck? It’s going to be a blast. And then you can bet your ass I’m going to get a sweatshirt from there.”

Adley laughed.

“And I came with you guys because once we get back, I’m going to be working at the bar every night. This is my last hurrah before working my tail off.”

“Eden is so excited you’re going to be working there too,”

I said. Eden had just turned eighteen and was working at the bar before college started.

Adley smiled.

“Nothing like slinging beers and cleaning pool tables.”

Raven leaned against Clash’s bike.

“I still can’t believe Wrecker let the guys head to Milwaukee.”

“Boink, Pipe, Maniac, and Freak are still at the clubhouse,” I said.

“And Thorn, Oliver, and Jude didn’t go either,”

Wendy added.

“There are plenty of people left at the club to handle everything.”

Raven laughed.

“I’d like to be a fly on the wall to see how Brinks and Nickel handle the rest of the boys in Milwaukee.”

Cole, Arlo, Kingston, Fox, Ender, and Basil had gone with Brinks and Nickel to the celebration, and I was sure we were going to hear stories that would make us cry from laughing when they got back.

The motel door swung open, and Wrecker, Slayer, and Clash came out with keys dangling from bright pink flamingo keychains.

Slayer held his up with a laugh.

“What in the hell is this?”

“It’s cute,”

I said, grinning.

“I can’t wait to see what the rooms look like.”

Meg had picked the motel. I hadn’t even looked at the pictures when I booked our room. I trusted her completely.

We all grabbed our bags from the van and bikes—coolers, duffels, and backpacks. Someone had even brought a pool float shaped like a slice of pizza.

As we made our way toward our rooms, I smiled wide.

This week was already shaping up to be one hell of a vacation.