Page 3 of Alice & Meg: Summer Vacation (Fallen Lords MC & Devil’s Knights MC Crossover)

“It’s pink!”

Lo hollered over the rumble of the engine as we pulled into the parking lot.

Exactly.

That was the whole reason I had booked the Flamingo Motel. For years, every time we came through Falls City, I’d drive by that neon pink slice of retro heaven and whisper, “Someday.”

Well, someday had finally arrived. This was the week I made the Flamingo Inn my temporary pink paradise.

It looked like a throwback to one of those roadside fifties motels, except this one had gone all in on the theme and then slapped some modern sparkle on top. The pool was painted a shocking bright pink, like the kind of pink that slapped you in the face and dared you not to smile. And it had a damn swim-up bar. Pale pink lounge chairs lined the pool like they were plucked straight from Barbie’s dream house, and white umbrellas sat over every table like dainty little hats.

That was just the pool.

The rooms? From what I saw online, it was like a flamingo exploded in each one. Pink walls, pink bedspreads, pink lamps, hell, I think even the mini-fridge was pink. There were flamingos on the curtains, flamingos on the wall art, flamingos in the shower curtain, and some rooms even had flamingo toilet seats. It was excessive. It was bold. It was perfection.

They were supposed to have an amazing breakfast bar in the lobby and hors d’oeuvres every night by the pool. Complimentary snacks and free wine while floating in a pink pool? Sign me the hell up.

We parked next to what had to be the Fallen Lords’ bikes.

Lo killed the engine, and the second the bike settled beneath us, I heard it.

“MEG!!”

The scream echoed across the parking lot.

“Dear God,”

Hero groaned.

“We haven’t even gotten off the bikes yet, and the craziness is already starting.”

Reva smacked him on the shoulder and slid off the back of the bike.

“Boy, you know this is gonna be one of the best weeks of your life. Don’t act like you aren’t excited. Anytime with and the ol’ ladies is a good time.”

Hero wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss.

“I’m only here because you’re here.”

Reva patted his cheek and smirked. “Liar.”

A loud screech followed by a slamming door drew our attention to Bear’s Bronco as it careened into the lot. Before he even came to a full stop, the passenger door flew open and Greta jumped out like her ass was on fire.

“Gotta pee!”

she hollered and sprinted toward the lobby.

“Bear refused to pull over, and I am not going to make it!”

We all stared, mouths open, as she disappeared inside.

Rigid looked at me and deadpanned, “Are we sure she isn’t yours?”

I laughed.

“I mean, I know I didn’t birth her, but damn if she isn’t the spitting image of me thirty years ago.”

“You guys are here!”

Alice squealed and jogged across the lot with Wendy, Raven, and Adley close behind.

Lo leaned in and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

“I’m going to check us in.”

“Yeah, I’m going with him,”

Rigid added and motioned toward the lobby.

Hero and Bear followed with them.

The rest of us converged in the center of the lot, and the hugs came fast and loud.

“You look amazing!”

“Your hair is bomb! That color is everything!”

We were a flurry of compliments, laughter, and squeals.

“Was that Greta?”

Alice asked, her eyes still wide from Greta’s dramatic entrance.

We all nodded.

“Yeah,”

Reva snorted.

“Except she must’ve had a bit too much to drink on the way up here, and Bear wouldn’t stop.”

Alice shook her head and laughed.

“Pee before you go. That’s the first rule of road trips.”

“Babe!”

Wrecker called from a few doors down.

“Yeah?”

Alice replied.

“You’re letting the air out,”

he grumbled.

Alice rolled her eyes.

“He sounds more and more like an old man every day,”

she whispered, then shouted back, “Sorry, babe! Good thing we’re not paying by the air molecule!”

I slung my arm around her shoulder.

“It’s crazy how we both ended up with grumpy hotties.”

Alice laughed.

“That is the perfect description of our guys. Hell, that’s pretty much all the guys in both clubs.”

“Must be a biker thing,”

I giggled.

“But I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Did you know?”

Raven asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

I tipped my head.

“Uh, know what?”

She folded her arms.

“It’s pink, .”

Oh. Right. Raven, queen of the darkness, had not been warned.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I tended to wear dark clothes too, but Raven was on another level. She was in ripped black jean shorts, a black lace tank top, black low-top Converse, and had enough eyeliner to stage a rebellion. Her jet-black hair made her look like she’d just stepped off a goth runway.

“It’s not that pink,”

I said defensively.

We all looked around.

Pink pool. Pink walls. Pink flamingo mural. Pink neon sign.

Raven raised a single eyebrow.

“Good thing I love you, girlfriend. I’m going to have to sleep with a blanket over my eyes from how blinding our room is.”

Clash and Slayer walked over, both chuckling.

“You tell her about the pink?”

Clash asked Raven.

She nodded.

“Yup. But not about the bathtub.”

I squinted at her.

“You got that room, huh?”

Each room was themed; I had scoured the website for hours before picking ours. Some were flamingo beach party, others tropical tiki, but the legendary hot pink bathtub room? That one was infamous.

“I was temporarily blinded when I went to the bathroom,”

Raven said.

“Holy shit!”

Greta burst out of the lobby, hands flying in the air.

“This place is PINK. I’m talking like, pink. I just used pink toilet paper to wipe my hoo-ha.”

“Dear God,”

Slayer muttered.

“It’s like there are two Alices now.”

Alice pointed at me.

“Make it three. It’s like an Alice and melt in the form of Greta.”

Greta fluffed her hair and smirked.

“You’re about to have the best week of your life.”

Slayer blinked.

“Did she just wink at me? I could be her father.”

He tilted his head toward Greta.

“Speaking of, where is your father?”

Right on cue, Bear, Lo, Rigid, and Hero walked out of the lobby.

“My father is back home,”

Greta said cheerfully, “but my daddy is here with me.”

She wiggled her fingers at Bear, who promptly choked on air.

Clash gagged dramatically.

“Nice.”

Adley doubled over laughing.

“Did she just call you daddy?”

“Yeah, she sure did,”

I said through my own laughter.

Bear looked around, wide-eyed.

“What the hell did I just walk into?”

The madness had officially begun.

And I couldn’t wait to see what came next.

Alice

“Babe, I don’t think you need that many towels.”

I didn’t even look up as I yanked another checkered towel out of my bag. Wrecker was lounging on the edge of the bed and watched me as I balanced a stack of five towels against my hip and reached for my beach bag.

“They’re not all for me,”

I said and scoffed as I hooked the strap over my shoulder.

“I got one for each of the girls.”

I held one up and flicked it open with a dramatic flourish. The purple and white checkered pattern caught the sunlight pouring through the motel room window. I smiled brightly.

“We can all match.”

Wrecker raised an eyebrow.

“They’re all different colors.”

Rolling my eyes, I moved toward the door.

“We match, but not match match, ya know?”

He stood and grabbed his sunglasses from the nightstand and slipped them on with a slow shake of his head.

“No, I don’t know. But after all these years, I’ve learned to just nod my head.”

He reached for my hand and threaded his fingers through mine as we stepped outside.

“Should I bring my blender, or save that for later?”

I asked, eyeing the giant purple duffel with the blender stuffed inside.

Wrecker just tugged me toward the pool.

“They have a swim-up bar, babe. I think we’ll be okay without the blender tonight.”

I frowned but didn’t protest. Not that I needed a blender tonight, but it was the principle. I had packed, so I needed to use it.

We stepped through the gate and into the pool area. Sure enough, chaos had already arrived.

and Raven were stretched out on loungers in the middle of a row of nine seats lined perfectly across one side of the pool. The table beside them was already claimed with bags, tumblers, and a speaker playing Fleetwood Mac.

Cyn was sprawled across a blow-up flamingo float, being tugged slowly by Rigid like some kind of pool princess. Greta was wrapped around Bear with a pink drink in one hand, laughing at something he whispered to her. Wendy, Reva, Adley, and Hero were parked at the swim-up bar, with drinks in front of them and feet dangling in the water. King, Slayer, and Clash were floating nearby, deep in conversation that probably revolved around bikes, food, or boobs. Possibly all three.

Only two other people were there. Two older ladies were reading on the opposite side of the pool and eyeing our group with suspicion, as if debating whether to be curious or annoyed.

“You got enough towels there?”

asked and propped herself up on her elbows.

I held up the stack proudly.

“There is one for each of us.”

I tossed two purple ones to , then two gray ones to Raven.

“And then the rest can fight over which color they get.”

“I call the blue ones!”

Cyn called from the pool and waved a hand in the air.

“Blue is kind of our color.”

I dropped the blue ones onto the empty chair next to .

“Sounds good to me.”

I plopped the rest on the table.

“You guys can fight over the other ones.”

opened one of the towels and smiled.

“These are really nice. I love the checkered pattern.”

“Same,”

Raven added, holding hers up.

“It was nice you thought of us.”

I sat down at the table and looked around.

“Did we bring snacks?”

grinned.

“Snacks are my thing.”

She spun on the chair and dragged a massive cooler out from behind her lounger. With a flourish, she flipped open the lid and pulled out a tray loaded with sausage, cheese cubes, grapes, strawberries, baby carrots, and a bowl covered with a plastic lid.

“A little dip,”

she said with a smirk.

Wrecker barked a laugh.

“Just a little something to hold us over until dinner, huh?”

shrugged and pulled out two sleeves of crackers.

“Just something to take the edge off.”

Wrecker grabbed the tray and set it on the table. peeled the shrink wrap off and set the dip beside it.

I ripped open the crackers and arranged them around the tray.

“Should I go get my blender?”

I asked, suddenly feeling like I hadn’t contributed enough.

“No,”

Wrecker and said in unison.

I blinked at them.

“Save the blender for tomorrow night, babe,”

Wrecker said.

“I don’t think our first night should be rip-roaring drunk by the pool before we even have dinner.”

“Is that a shark-coochie board?”

Greta hollered from the pool.

“Shark?”

Adley called.

“Coochie?”

Raven echoed.

I turned slowly to look at the older ladies. One had set down her book, and the other was peering at us over her oversized sunglasses.

Please don’t let them be Karens. Please.

Greta climbed out of Bear’s arms and swam to the steps. One by one, the rest of the crew followed, dripping wet and laughing as they grabbed towels from the stack.

“These are nice, Alice,”

Reva said sweetly, draping hers over her shoulders.

“I could wear this thing as a shawl if it gets cold.”

Greta threw hers over her back like a cape.

“Yup, very fashionable.”

Everyone laughed and descended on the tray of food. Greta grabbed a cracker stacked with cheese and sausage, shoved it into her mouth, and turned to the ladies across the pool.

“You gals want some shark-coochie?”

she called.

Dear Lord. She really was me and combined.

“Shark?”

asked the one in the yellow swim coverup.

“Coochie?”

the other repeated, blinking.

stood, holding in a laugh.

“Charcuterie. Greta can’t say big words.”

Yellow Coverup scoffed.

“Sounds like your dumbass ex Fred, Glenna. I was always surprised he could tie his shoes, let alone string three words together.”

Glenna shrugged.

“He was good in the sack, Dottie. The power of the penis.”

Greta, for the first time since I had known her, was speechless.

“Is that and Alice in ten years?”

Reva whispered, trying not to laugh.

“All they need is purple hair,”

Wendy said.

“And a dumbass ex named Fred,”

Raven added.

“Hunter,”

King grunted from his chair.

“Fits the dumbass description.”

“Glenna is , and Dottie is Alice,”

Adley declared.

grinned.

“Y’all get over here and grab a snack already!”

The two women stood and set their books aside. Glenna adjusted her turquoise sunglasses while Dottie pulled her coverup tighter and fluffed her silver-blonde curls.

“Well, I never turn down food or fun,”

Dottie said as they walked over.

They each grabbed a chair at the table. Glenna immediately snagged a grape and popped it into her mouth.

“This is lovely,”

she said.

“And you’re all quite the lively bunch.”

“We try,”

said, laughing.

“You ladies local?”

“Ha! No,”

Dottie replied.

“We’re from Mankato. Minnesota born and raised. We come here every year. Flamingo Inn is tradition.”

“Girls’ trip,”

Glenna added and sipped from a water bottle.

“We’re sisters. Widowed. And completely unchaperoned.”

“Well, you picked the right week,”

I said and raised my brows.

“You might regret it by the time we’re done.”

Dottie gave Wrecker a slow once-over.

“I already don’t regret it.”

Wrecker choked on his water, and actually snorted.

“We appreciate the eye candy,”

Glenna said with a wink.

Dottie patted Wrecker’s arm.

“Don’t worry, sugar. I only ogle.”

“We’re gonna get along just fine,”

Greta said and slid a drink toward Dottie.

“What’s in this?”

she asked.

“Magic. And vodka. Mostly vodka,”

Greta whispered.

Dottie sipped, made a face, and then took another.

“Yup. We’re staying.”

And just like that, Glenna and Dottie became honorary members of the chaos.