Scatter the Bones – Lost Kings MC Read Online Autumn Jones Lake

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Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 141464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
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Her whole face lights up. “Of course.”

“I’m not expecting you to do the hard work. Or make excuses for me. I just…” My chest tightens.

“Yes,” she says quickly. “Whatever you need.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Jigsaw

A few days later, I’m pacing the cracked sidewalk outside a rest stop off the Thruway.

“I should’ve just gone to pick her up myself.”

Margot brushes her fingers along my arm, like she’s trying to calm me. “She’ll be here.”

I glance at my phone for the third time in a minute. “They’re close.”

A red Honda slows, blinker ticking, then swings into the lot. The passenger door flies open before the car even stops, and Jezzie jumps out, backpack slung over one shoulder, her grin so big my heart squeezes. Like she’s actually happy to see me.

“Hi!” Jezzie squeals, running so fast, she stumbles over the curb.

I catch her, locking my arms around her just in time. She crashes into me with a grunt and throws her arms tight around my neck. “Hi, Jensen.”

“Hey, kiddo.” My voice comes out rougher than I want it to.

She pulls back, eyes bright, then throws herself into Margot’s arms with even more force. “You came with him?”

“Sure did.” Margot laughs, hugging her back. “I was looking forward to seeing you too, Jezzie.”

“So, I finally get to see your place, Margot?”

“Yup.” Margot tosses me a quick glance. She’d been worried Jezzie might get creeped out, but my sister practically bounces with excitement.

If everything goes the way I hope, we’ll head to Cain’s place afterward. One thing at a time.

She talks nonstop the whole drive to Margot’s. Barely comes up for air.

“Oh my God, I love the new 4Runner,” she says, running her hand over the seat like she’s appraising it. She leans in and takes a sniff. “Still smells brand-new. When’d you buy it?”

“Picked it up yesterday.”

“What’re you doing with the old one?”

My grip tightens on the wheel for half a second. I glance at her in the rearview. I was planning to give the truck to Cain so he had something to run around in besides his crotch rocket. But if Jezzie wants it…“I have a buyer for it, I think. Why? Do you want it?”

She wrinkles her nose. “Nah. Too big for parking where I live.”

I blow out a relieved breath.

“So are we all going to Zips to celebrate Griff’s big win?” Jezzie asks.

“That’s the plan.”

“Did you watch the fight, Margot?” Jezzie asks.

“I did.” Margot half turns in her seat. “Did you?”

“Yeah, some guys Erin is friends with had a big party for it.”

I scowl into the rearview. “What guys?

She flicks the back of my head.

“Don’t mess with the driver,” I warn.

“Sorry.” She sits back and stares out the window. “Jensen?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember…” Her voice falters. In the mirror, I catch her glancing at Margot before settling her eyes back on me. “When we drove cross country? When I moved in with Aunt Angela?”

I swallow hard, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “How could I forget?”

“Meeting at the rest stop today kinda reminded me of that trip.” She rolls her eyes. “We stopped at so many, remember?”

I almost choke and drive off the road. We stopped at so many because I was scattering my father’s bones in as many different locations as possible. There’s no way Jezzie knows that, though.

“And you took me shopping,” she adds, softer now.

I nod slowly, not sure where she’s going with this. “Is that a hint you want me to take you shopping again?”

She smiles faintly. “No.” Her gaze shifts to Margot. “Has he told you about where we grew up? On a farm. Very religious parents.”

Margot nods slowly. “He’s told me.”

In a way I’m glad it’s on her mind today. I just don’t know why. “You okay, Jezz?”

She doesn’t answer right away. Just keeps staring out the window. Finally, she nods. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

Half an hour later, I ease into the driveway and pull around to the back of the funeral home.

“Wow, this place is huge,” Jezzie says. “You really live here?”

“My whole life,” Margot says. “I have an apartment on the third floor now.”

“Okay, this is actually amazing.” Jezzie steps out of the truck, staring at the house. “You could like film a whole creepy mini-series here or something.”

“Jezzie,” I warn.

“What? I mean it in a good way. It’s a whole vibe. It’s giving haunted but elegant.”

Margot chuckles. “I like that.”

We head inside. Jezzie slows down just inside the back hallway, eyes scanning everything like she’s stepping into a museum.

“Whoa,” she murmurs. “It’s even cooler inside.”

After a quick tour of the upstairs—everywhere except the prep room—we stop in the kitchen.

“Want something to drink?” Margot asks, already opening the fridge. “We keep refreshments down here for clients.”

“Sure. Water’s great,” Jezzie says, eyes still roving over the dated kitchen.

“I’ve got cookies and brownies too.”

“Oh, yum. Yes, please.”

We settle at the small table in the corner.


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