Twist the Knife – Lost Kings MC Read Online Autumn Jones Lake

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Forbidden, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
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He lifts his head, staring over me in the direction of the crematorium. “Yeah. Appreciate it.”

“Follow me.” I hurry toward the house.

Behind me, there’s murmuring and a harsh laugh. I stop and glance over my shoulder. Rooster and Jigsaw are scowling at each other. “Rooster, do you want to come in for a minute?” I ask.

“Nah, I’m all right. Thanks.”

Jigsaw slaps his friend’s shoulder and strides toward me, his long legs covering the pavement faster than mine.

At the back steps, he stops and waits for me to go first, then hurries to open the screen door for me.

“Thank you,” I whisper in a breathless rush. It’s not the brisk walk across the parking lot stealing the air from my lungs, it’s him.

I push the door open and turn to the right, leading to the large, but outdated, main kitchen. “We keep refreshments and things here for…guests.” It’s been years since we used it as our family kitchen, but we keep it well stocked.

Jigsaw stands in the center, his head swiveling to take in the dated room. I throw a glance around, trying to see it through fresh eyes. Dark wood, mustard yellow countertops, and rust-colored appliances. An earthy color palette that probably brought warmth to the space at one point but now looks like it belongs in a museum.

“Do you cook in here?” Jigsaw asks.

Why does he want to know? “Uh, sometimes. When we have a viewing, I’ll bake cookies or something.”

He nods thoughtfully.

“Are you hungry?”

He slides his gaze over me. “A little but there’s no time right now.”

Right. Stupid question. I swallow down my sudden jangle of nerves. He’s not going to hurt me. He can’t stay long. They’ve had a rough night. He’s only here to obtain some refreshments for his brothers.

“At least it’s a nice night.” I rub my hands over my pants a few times, then open the refrigerator. “Not raining or something.” Am I really yammering about the weather?

I grab two bottles of water and close the refrigerator.

When I turn, Jigsaw’s resting his back against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. I hold out both bottles of water to him and he takes them. He sets one on the counter, uncaps the other, and takes a long sip without his eyes ever leaving my face.

“I have more water under here.” I turn and bend down, opening one of the lower cabinets and pulling out a case of bottled water. Nothing fancy. Plain, generic spring water.

“Don’t worry about it.” The plastic bottle crinkles and pops.

“It’s no trouble.” I heft the case into the air.

“Margot.” Jigsaw’s at my side, taking the case from my hands and setting it on the counter. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I’m stronger than I look.” I flex my arm, not that it shows off anything since I’m wearing a sweatshirt. “I pick up bodies, remember?”

Instead of laughing, he tilts his head and studies me as if I’m the most fascinating thing he’s encountered. “You do that by yourself?”

“No. Goodness. No. We go in teams of two, sometimes three people, if necessary.”

Something buzzes. Jigsaw slips his hand into his pocket and the buzzing stops. “I need to get out there and help.”

“Sure. Oh! Let me get you a first aid kit for Rooster.”

I raise on tiptoes and fling one of the top cabinets open. Instead of a first aid kit, I find a package of gauze. “I can run upstairs and grab⁠—”

“This will work.” He plucks the package from my hands. “You saw how stubborn he is. Thanks.”

He glances at the case of water again. “You sure you don’t need it?”

“I have more down there.” I gesture toward the cabinet. “We go through a lot whenever there’s a service.”

Nodding, he hefts the case under one arm, carrying it as if it weighs nothing. I scurry ahead to open the door for him.

“I’ll, uh, be around if you need something,” I say.

“We’ll try not to bother you.” His lips quirk. “Pretend we’re not even here.”

Is he being funny or was that a warning to mind my own business?

In the doorway, he kicks his foot out, holding it open. “Lock up behind me.”

Before I have a chance to tell him I always lock the doors, he leans down, his face close to mine. For some reason my body thinks he’s going in for a friendly kiss on the cheek and I turn my head slightly.

But he pivots and captures my lips instead. A soft warm brush of his lips with a slight scratch of stubble.

It’s over before I have a chance to react.

Or kiss him back.

“Night, Margot.”

Stunned, I stare up at him. He kissed me.

He’s not smirking or laughing. No, he’s staring at me like he wants to eat me alive.

“See you soon.” His low, warm voice sounds like a promise or a threat.


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