Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
“Have a seat.” Remy sweeps his hand toward a larger corner booth. “I was about to bring out some wings. Don’t really have much else tonight.”
“That’s fine.” Teller nods. “Thanks.”
While Remy runs to the kitchen, I slip behind the bar, grab a pitcher, and fill it with soda. I return to the table with the pitcher and a stack of cups.
“You always here?” Jigsaw asks as I slide into my seat.
I casually rest my elbows on the table and pretend I don’t feel like I’m sitting across from a cobra and praying it won’t strike.
“I come in after work some nights and try to help out.” I shrug. “He pays me in subs and chicken wings.”
One corner of Jigsaw’s mouth twitches with what might actually be amusement.
Remy returns and sets a plate with a heaping pile of chicken wings on the table. He sets smaller plates in front of each of us and drops a tub of blue cheese dressing in the center of the table.
“Thanks.” Teller grabs a wing and bites into it.
Jigsaw studies the wings carefully before selecting one and dropping it on his plate.
“They’re not poisoned, bro,” Remy says.
Jigsaw flicks his soulless eyes Remy’s way. “When did we become bros, kid?”
I wish Remy had better control of his mouth.
Teller elbows Jigsaw.
“So, what brings you by tonight?” Remy asks.
“Checking up on one of our businesses in Pine Hollow,” Teller answers. “Wasn’t far. Thought we’d stop in and say hi.”
I side-eye Remy. Lost Kings paying us a visit is nothing new. They’ve been slowly recruiting us to form a support club for a while now. Couple of brothers fight at The Castle. They’ve helped us at Zips. They’ve used Remy’s bar to have a few meetings with other assorted criminals. We usually get a heads-up though.
“Always good to see you.” Remy gestures to the plate. “Sorry I don’t have more available at this hour.”
“This is fine,” Teller assures him.
When his buddy doesn’t drop dead, Jigsaw must determine the chicken wings are safe and digs in.
I sit back and wait. Is there some other reason for their visit tonight? Or is it a sign from the universe?
“Teller.” I wait until I have his attention. “Your wife’s a lawyer, right? Does she do wills and stuff like that?”
“Well,” Teller says slowly, picking up a napkin and wiping his hands.
“Charlotte’s busy with the two tiny humans she popped out, so probably not,” Jigsaw answers.
Teller scowls in his MC brother’s direction. “She’s still on maternity leave from her law firm, yes.”
“Oh, shit. Congrats,” I say, feeling stupid. I saw Charlotte not that long ago and she looked like she was about to pop any second. “That must be keeping you busy.”
The corners of his mouth turn up. “It’s chaos, but we’re loving it.” The smile slides off his face. “Charlotte can’t meet with you, but my step, uh, my president’s wife can probably get it done. If not, she can recommend someone.”
“The fuck you need a will for anyway?” Jigsaw runs his scary gaze over me. “What are you, fifteen? Need someone to leave your collection of Hot Wheels to?”
Next to me, Remy rumbles an annoyed sound. I kick my heel into his leg under the table.
“Thanks, Jiggy.” I pat my cheeks. “Guess that new moisturizer is working wonders and I’m aging backward.”
Teller snorts. Jigsaw’s mouth even twitches.
“Seriously,” I continue, “don’t know if Dex mentioned it but I’m going to be on this reality show. They producers suggested I have a will drawn up.” I shift my gaze to Jigsaw. “I don’t have much, but what I do have I don’t want my mother gettin’ her hands on.”
Jigsaw stares at me for a few seconds, then nods. “I get that.”
“Reality show?” Teller’s forehead wrinkles in disbelief. “You fuckin’ serious? What’re you gonna do? Prance around an island in a Speedo handing out roses?”
Remy ducks his head and cough-laughs.
“No.” I lift my fists in the air. “It’s supposed to be a competition for underground fighters. Who can battle it out to the final round.”
Both Lost Kings stare at me for so long, I put my hands back down on the table and shrug. “There’s a big cash prize if I make it to the end.” I hold up one hand. “Dex already warned me not to mention the MC.”
“How’s it ‘underground’ if it’s gonna be on TV?” Jigsaw asks.
I shrug again. “Chance to go pro.”
Teller takes a sip of his drink. “You two know where the clubhouse is. Come up Sunday for family dinner night. I’ll set things up with Hope for you, Griff.”
“You sure she won’t mind?” Last thing I want to do is piss off the wife of the MC’s president. That guy makes Jigsaw seem cuddly.
“Nah.” He waves a dismissive hand through the air. “She likes you for some reason.”
Stunned, I sit back. Is he fucking with me? “She’s only met me a couple of times.”