Twist the Knife - Page 168

“Date’s a little…” Fuck it. “Yeah, I’m seeing her. Often. We’re together.”

“Duuude, are you that desperate for pussy?” Ravage moans. “She touches dead people all day.”

Stash lifts out of his chair with a full body shiver and a disgusted groan.

I narrow my eyes at Ravage and Stash. “I’m not askin’ for any opinions.”

“You sure as fuck didn’t ask for permission, either,” Grinder says.

Great, now my sergeant-at-arms is pissed. I slide my gaze between Wrath and Grinder. I’d survive a beating from one of them, but probably not both of them at the same time.

Suddenly all the co-mingling the upstate and downstate charters have been doing since Z took over our club seems like a bad idea.

Rock chuckles and I turn his way again. “This is on me, I guess.” He dips his chin. “I asked you to keep an eye on her, didn’t I? Keep her out of Teller’s way?”

At least one of our presidents is amused. I shrug. “You mentioned something about me being charming.”

“Her expectations must be in hell.” Hustler smirks at me. “Perfect for you.”

“Jesus Christ.” Teller shakes his head as if he’s finally checked into the conversation. “You fuckin’ serious, Jigsaw?”

“I can see it.” Murphy chuckles. “They probably make a cute couple.” The way he says cute sounds more like he means deranged.

Dex shoots a quick glare at his VP. “She’s actually a nice woman.” Dex smirks at me. “Has your quirky humor too.”

Pleased someone else noticed, I dip my chin in thanks.

“You know about this, Rooster?” Z asks.

“Ahh, not until recently,” Rooster answers slowly, walking a fine line between not lying to our president and not throwing me under the bus. “I knew he’d been gone a lot lately. Didn’t realize who he was with at first.”

Now’s probably not a good time to tell anyone she’s been to Zips with me.

“Shiiit.” Suds punctuates the curse with a shrill whistle. “He must be into her. Jiggy’s never officially brought a woman to the club who wasn’t free ass.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I growl.

“You ain’t sleepin’ with her, are you?” Butcher asks. “I’d be scared she’d try to embalm me in my sleep or somethin’.”

“Watch it, asshole,” Rooster says.

“No, get all those obvious jokes out now, fuckletoes.” I jab my finger in the air toward Butcher. “That right there is why I brought this up today.” I slowly slide my gaze up and down the table, looking each of my brothers in the eye. “If anyone cracks corpse jokes, says inappropriate shit to her, or makes her uncomfortable in any way,” I slip my knife out of the sheath resting against my leg, hold it up for everyone to see, and tap my finger against the tip. “I’m not gonna take too kindly to it.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Rooster says on an exhale.

“Are you threatening your brothers at the table?” Rock asks with the barest hint of amusement lurking in his voice.

“Not a threat.” I turn and hold his steady gray stare. “Just sharing information.” I let my gaze slide around the table again. “Same as any of my brothers would do for their women.”

Bricks lets out a low, shrill whistle of amazement.

Dex nods at me, like he’s a proud papa.

“All right.” Rock slaps the table to grab everyone’s attention and let them know he’s about to issue an order that better be followed. “Margot is Jigsaw’s guest. She’s also a club asset. I expect everyone to treat her with respect when she’s here.”

Wrath picks up Rock’s unspoken threat. He stares at Ravage. “Don’t make me discipline you in front of everyone on friend and family night.”

“Why are you singling me out?” Ravage’s overly outraged tone suggests he knows exactly why.