Twist the Knife - Page 160

Griff moves next to his buddy. And I sense Dex come up on my side.

Remy blinks and stares at me and then my arm blocking him from my sister. “The fuck?”

“Jensen!” Jezzie all but stomps her foot on the ground. “Stop.” Her little hands fly into my chest with all the force of a dragonfly.

“Stay. Away. From. My. Little. Sister,” I warn Remy.

Griff bursts into laughter.

“She’s your sister?” Remy asks, slowly clicking the pieces of the puzzle into place. His gaze slides to Jezzie and then to me.

“So, this is awkward as fuck.” Griff jerks his thumb over his shoulder and laughs. “I’m gonna go be literally anywhere else.”

“Thanks a lot, bro,” Remy calls after him. “You’re a big help!”

I’m glad he’s finding this so funny. “You better settle the fuck down.”

Dex’s heavy hand lands on my shoulder and squeezes. “Remy was being polite to a guest. That’s all, riiight?” He draws out the last word to make it clear to Remy the only answer that will stop me from gutting him with my hunting knife is “yes.”

“I’ve seen his version of polite,” I say without taking my eyes off Remy. “Not this time. Not this girl.”

“Fuckmuppet.” Jezzie lets out an exasperated huff. “Let me go find a club so you all can beat each other over the heads.” She turns and stalks away toward the picnic tables where Emily’s sitting with her little sister Libby, and Shelby.

Thanks a lot Emily. You couldn’t walk my sister the extra five hundred feet?

Who am I kidding. I know better than anyone how hard it is to make Jezzie do anything.

“Jiggy, I didn’t know she was your sister,” Remy says. “She was with Emily, so I figured she was with Lost Kings. I was trying to be polite. Like Dex said. That’s all.” He holds up his hands.

Fuck, yeah. I shouldn’t be getting this worked up over it. Jezzie’s off at college, talking to whoever the hell she wants when I’m not around. It’s just…Remy. Fuck no.

“Trust me, I get it,” Remy adds. “Off-limits. Message received.”

My gaze strays to the track where Griff has Remy’s little sister in a clinch next to his car. Heh. Hello, instant karma, my old friend.

Remy walks off, and Dex jabs his finger into my chest. “The fuck, bro?”

I rub my chest and scowl at Dex. “You really giving me shit after you just did the same thing five minutes ago?”

“One, no I didn’t. Two, you weren’t even here for it, so shut your mouth. Three, it’s different. I don’t know the dude who was rubbin’ up on my girl and trying to look down her dress. And we’re not trying to patch him into our support club. We know Remy and he’s done a lot to help out our club.” He stops his insane countdown and lowers his voice. “Including helping us bury bodies.”

Remy has come through for the club a lot. We’ve used his bar for sit-downs with rival clubs and gangs. We used his downstairs murder room to dismember a body. He’s let me take last-minute fights at his underground fighting ring when I needed some extra cash. Pays me to work as a bouncer at the fights sometimes too. And he rarely asks for anything in return. I’m not ready to admit Dex is right, though. “My reaction woulda been the same if Rav or Hustler or anyone wearing the blue and gray had been all up in her business.”

“Bro, they were standing like two feet away from each other,” Dex says.

Whatever. If Margot were here, her calm, reasonable manner would soothe this storm brewing in my chest with just a look. It’s a beautiful day too. And she’s stuck dealing with crazy families, overseeing not one, but two funerals. “You think we should invite Margot out here one of these days?”

Dex stares at me like I chopped off my dick and dropped it at his feet. “Why?”

Why the fuck did I have to say that? “Funeral home’s another club business. Pine Hollow isn’t actually that far from here.”

“So you’ve given this a lot of thought?”

Only thinking about her every minute of every day.

“No, I just understand how maps work,” I answer in the most dickish way possible. “She’s always cooped up with dead folks. Might be good for her to hang with people her age who are still breathing.”

“How altruistic of you.” Dex frowns at me. “You’re not going to try to hook Margot and Remy up to keep him away from your sister, are you?”