Twist the Knife (Lost Kings MC #24)

“No, I would’ve given you a third, fourth, and fifth.” I slide my hand over her ass and squeeze.

Stop it. Cheer her up, don’t feel her up.

“If we met some other way, I never would’ve had the courage to make my indecent proposal to you.” Her brow furrows like she’s still shocked she did it at all.

“Well, thank fuck for pot brownies, then.”

She titters with laughter. A quick burst of amusement that warms me down to my toes. Cheering her up feels like my new life’s purpose.

I hold the door open for her and follow her inside.

Remy’s behind the bar. His gaze goes to Margot first and he flashes a quick, warm smile. Then, his attention shifts to me. It’s almost comical the way his eyes bug out. I’ve gone a few rounds in his underground fighting ring, and he’s seen me carve up a body or two, so I get that he’s shocked to see me escorting little miss wholesome to dinner.

“Jigsaw, what’s up, brother?” He holds out his hand and I clasp it quickly.

Z wants me to help mentor the support club—which includes Remy—so I allow the “brother” greeting. “Just stopped by for dinner.”

“Yeah, you got it.” His gaze strays to Margot and I reluctantly make the introductions.

Remy nods slowly. “Yeah, your dad took good care of my grandparents. How are you, Margot?”

Christ, this is a small world.

“Remy…Holt, right?” she asks. “How’s your sister?”

“Graduating from high school soon.”

Margot smiles wider. “That’s wonderful. It’s good to see you.”

He waves his hand toward the seating area where most of the tables are open. “Sit anywhere you like. I’ll send Lynette over to take care of you.”

“Thanks.” I dip my chin at him and curl my arm around Margot’s shoulders. “You have a preference?” I ask her.

“A booth, maybe?”

We take one in the back corner. I don’t love putting my back to the rest of the bar, but I want to tuck Margot away from the world and keep her safe.

Lynette stops at the edge of our table, hands us menus, and smiles down at us. As the only full-time waitress working here, I recognize her right away.

“How you doing?” I ask.

“Not bad, Jigsaw.” She beams a sweet, motherly smile at me and shifts her gaze to Margot, like she’s happy to see me out with a nice girl. “What are you in the mood for?”

I shoot a glance at Margot. She shakes her head and sets the menu down. “I trust you.”

Every time she says she trusts me, guilt or disbelief punches me in the gut. What’d I ever do to earn this woman’s trust?

“Pizza and wings.” I hand the menus back to Lynette.

“Ginger ale?” Margot asks.

“Sure thing.”

Lynette hurries away and I focus my attention on Margot.

“Tell me about your week,” she says.

“Uh, nothing interesting.” I flash a quick grin. “Trained one of the guys on laundromat maintenance.” Avoided some blow jobs.