Battling Troy: Devil's Knights Series by Winter Travers

that they would be able to get around the clause of all of his belongings and inheritance going to me and ran out of time. As of right now, I own the townhouse Mark and I used to live in and three other properties that were his and a pile of money.”
    “Holy shit.” Troy whistled.
    “Yeah, holy shit is right. Although I don’t want any of it. I only wanted it if Mark was a part of it. I didn’t care about money before he died, and I still don’t care about it. I wish his family would just leave me alone.”
    “So just give it to them and be done with it.”
    I threw my head back and laughed. “If it were that easy, Troy, I would have done that right away. Mark put a clause that I couldn’t give the money away or anything. It’s mine, whether I want it or not.”
    “Fuck.”
    I wiped my hands on my pants and tried to get my crying under control. “So, that brings us to now.”
    “Wait, where the hell does the mafia fit in? Did his family hire them?”
    “I’m really not sure if they hired them or if it’s more of a favor. Gravel just told me that Mark’s grandfather had gone to the Banachi's for help and it somehow forged a relationship that hasn’t wavered.” I leaned forward and grabbed the remote off the coffee table. I was done talking. Troy now knew everything I did, and when I sat back and thought about it, it wasn’t a lot.
    I hit play on the DVR and sat back, watching an episode of The Walking Dead I had already seen. “You’re behind almost a full season, Troy.”
    I glanced at Troy, to see him staring at me. “I don’t watch them until I have the full season. I’m a bit behind on watching them, seeing as the new season starts in a week or two.”
    “Oh, well. I guess I can watch it again with you and try not to tell you what happens.” I laughed.
    “I hope you’re telling me everything, Marley. You know I’m going to talk to King and if he tells me something you should have, I’m not going to be happy. Now is not the time to be keeping secrets when you’re life is on the line,” Troy said sternly, his eyes never leaving mine.
    “I promise that’s it. If King tells you something that I didn’t, it’s because I didn’t know. I had no idea about the whole mafia thing until Gravel told me, I promise.” I lifted my hand up and put my other over my heart. ‘Scouts honor.”
    Troy’s eyes traveled over me, scrutinizing me. “You’re not leaving?”
    I had a lot of mistakes to fix with Troy. I actually had treated him like shit that night I had gotten shot. “I promise I’m not leaving, at least not willingly.”
    “We’ll see.” Troy grabbed the remote out of my hand and motioned for me to move over. “Scoot your ass over. The couch is the best place to see the TV from, and even though you’ve already seen this season of The Walking Dead, we’re still watching it. The first spoiler that pops out of your mouth, I’m duct taping it and sticking you in the garage.”
    “You wouldn’t dare!” I shrieked, outraged.
    “I would and I have. Just ask Meg. Now scoot your ass over.”
    “You’re an ass if you’ve duct taped Meg’s mouth shut. Although I’m sure the thought has also crossed King’s mind. She sure is a talker.” I slid down to the other side of the couch and leaned against the armrest.
    “If he hasn’t thought about it, he’s a fucking saint. I love Meg to death, but some nights I can’t wait to get home and just have silence.” Troy pulled the coffee table closer to the couch and kicked his feet up after he sat down.
    “She’s kind of cool, though,” I said, not wanting to sound like I didn’t like Meg. I had only known her a short time, but I really liked her.
    “Yeah, she’s ok,” Troy mumbled, turning the TV up.
    “Are you trying to silence me subtly by turning the volume up on the TV?” I giggled.
    “No, I would never do that,” he smirked as he turned it up even louder.
    “I’m sorry I’m here interrupting you.” I didn’t want