Twist the Knife - Page 167

Apparently, he’s not worried about his club finding out.

“Ladies, how many races did you win tonight?” he asks.

Ella ripples with laughter. “None. This car’s a dog. Eraser wants to strip it for parts.”

“I thought you never lose?” Jigsaw teases.

“I blame the car.” She pats the side panel.

While Ella, Shelby, and the others talk about the car, I pull Jigsaw aside.

“You’re not worried Juliet will tell Dex about us?”

His jovial expression slides into a serious, but affectionate one. “No, I’m not worried about it.” He tips his head back and stares at the night sky for a few beats. “I think I’m going to tell them myself.”

A surge of excitement and anxiety tangles in my chest. We’ve admitted to ourselves that what we have is no longer just a fling. But if he’s ready to tell his club, it’s not just real—it’s everything.

CHAPTER FORTY

Jigsaw

Last church, we spent most of the time rehashing the shit that went down in Deadbranch. Then Dex told everyone he wanted to bring Emily and Libby up to the clubhouse.

Didn’t seem like the right time to make my announcement.

But today, I’m doing it.

Personal shit usually goes last, although my news kind of blurs the line between business and personal.

Club business is light this week. A lot of logistical stuff about who’s working where. This week, I don’t volunteer for any shifts at Crystal Ball when Dex says he needs some bodies. If Dex is desperate for help, either Z or Rock will tag me in. But I’m not volunteering any time soon.

“All right.” Rock’s gaze sweeps up and down the table. “Anything else?”

Nut up. Let’s do this. Teller’s gonna kill me. I dart a quick glance his way. He lifts one blond eyebrow in a what the fuck’s up sorta way.

“Ahhh…” I lift my hand in the air to get Rock’s attention before he declares church is officially over. “I have a request.”

Rock inclines his head my way. I quickly glance down the other end of the table at Z, my president. He frowns slightly and leans forward.

“I got you,” Rooster says low enough for only me to hear. Under the table, he taps his fist against my leg.

“What do you need, Jigsaw?” Rock asks.

“I’d, uh…” I sit up and clear my throat. Jesus fuck, this shouldn’t be that hard. “I’d like to bring Margot up here next Friday for the bonfire.”

One corner of Rock’s mouth twitches, but otherwise his face remains stone cold.

“Cedarwood’s daughter?” Teller asks slowly. “That Margot?”

As if we know any other women named Margot. “That’s the one.”

Across the table, Dex ducks his head and snickers.

I slouch lower, intent on kicking him, but Wrath’s scary gaze narrows on me. I freeze with my foot in mid-kick.

“So, you were told not to fuck with a club asset and you decided to, what? Date her?” Wrath’s tone lands somewhere between amused and murderous.

Huh. I expected Teller to get more annoyed about my news, since Cedarwood’s Funeral Home is action he brought into the club.