Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 121578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
“What?” Murphy scowls. “I watch documentaries and stuff.”
“Since when?” Teller laughs.
“Since Heidi makes him,” Z says.
“We can debate the politics of it another day,” Rock says. “I’m more worried about our business interests out that way. I don’t want to see Remy’s bar getting held up at gunpoint because some tweaker needs cash. Or Sully’s gym.” Rock sends Wrath a pointed look.
Teller snorts. “It’ll only benefit Cedarwood’s if bodies are dropping from overdoses.”
Rock’s mouth twitches with irritation but he nods. “True. I still don’t want to start seeing a problem. Once it gets out of control, it’s hard to contain.”
Murphy’s jaw tightens and he shifts his gaze to the empty end of the table.
“I’m out that way a lot now,” I say. “I can stop into Remy’s place more often.” I tap my cut. “Make our presence known. And I’ve gone over to Sully’s a few mornings to work out. Things seem dull as ever in that part of town. But I’ll check in there more.”
Rock stares at me for a few beats then nods. “That’s good, Jiggy. Thank you.”
“Dex is pretty much living at Emily’s place now,” Z says. “Take him with you on some of these visits.”
I hadn’t realized Dex was there that often. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”
“Aw, the four of you can double-date,” Murphy jokes. He smirks at Rooster. “Unless you’re going to be jealous.”
Rooster reaches over and rests his heavy palm on the top of my head. “He’s allowed to have other friends.”
“Fuck off.” I laugh and slap his hand away.
“All right.” Rock slaps his hand against the table, then focuses on me. “Will Margot tell you if the cops come back?”
“Yeah, definitely.”
“Whoa, whoa.” Wrath holds up his hands, calling a time-out. “Go back. You said the cops saw your bike and told her not to associate with other clubs. What’d she say?”
A wide grin spreads across my face. “Not a damn thing.”
“She didn’t say it was her boyfriend’s bike?” Murphy asks.
“Nope. She said the funeral home has a varied clientele, they don’t discriminate, and it’s never been an issue, in her most polite fuck off voice. She was great. Pretended she had no idea what they were talking about.”
Wrath nods with approval. “Good girl.”
“Yup.” I knew he’d appreciate Margot’s discretion.
“Orrr,” Rooster drawls. “She’s embarrassed to admit she’s taken a walk on the wild side with a biker.”
Slowly I turn my head his way and give him the wounded puppy eyes. “Really? I’d expect that from Z or Murphy but not you.”
Murphy cracks up. “Even I wouldn’t say that.”
Rooster just stares at me with that maddeningly steady expression, like he’s trying to stare inside my skull and implant some words of wisdom. “Let’s not forget, she’s your first real girlfriend.”
And my last. “What’s your point?”
“Yeah, what is your point?” Z asks. “Half of us at this table married their ‘first real girlfriend’.” Z adds air quotes and a you’re-a-moron tone to punctuate his thoughts.
Rock laughs. “I have an ex-wife.”
“Marrying evil incarnate isn’t anything to be proud of, Rock,” Wrath reminds him.
I continue glaring at Rooster. “Your ‘dating’ history could’ve been an entire season of American Horror Story. So how about you shut the fuck up about mine.” Considering his first girlfriend did everything she could to ruin his life, and his second girlfriend’s father tried to shoot him, that was low of me.
He started it.
Rooster strokes his hand over his beard a few times. Either I hurt his feelings or he’s thinking up more obnoxious comments. “No lies detected.”
“Not to pry, but I’m still curious how the fuck you two hooked up.” Murphy holds up his hands as if he means no harm. “Respectfully, she doesn’t seem like your type, Jigsaw.”
Wouldn’t my brothers love to hear that Margot asked me to be her sex coach. The endless jokes would never stop raining down on me and they’d eventually spill onto Margot whenever she’s around the club. She’d be hurt and mortified to find out everyone knows that’s how we started.
“I always kind of pictured her dating a banker or something,” Teller adds.
I shoot a glare at Murphy, then Teller. “Well, I’ve been pondering how two intelligent women could possibly settle for your two dumb asses for years, but here we all are.”
Murphy snorts with laughter but I continue glaring at him.
What am I so pissed about? That their comments have a ring of truth to them? Whoever Margot’s dickhead ex is, he made her feel so bad about herself, she asked me for sex lessons. That’s the only reason we ended up together.
Fuck, I still wish I knew what he said to her. And who he is so I can track him down and maim him.
Will she ever trust me enough to tell me something that personal?
“All right.” Wrath’s authoritative growl cuts off any additional chatter. “Sounds like Margot knows how to deal with the cops. Z’s going to find out what he can about the Larsens. Teller’s going to go home, get some sleep, and take a shower because he smells like baby shit.”