Page 88 of Scatter the Bones

“Thank you, Jigsaw,” Rock says.

“Why’d he come to you?” Teller asks.

I’d had the same question, so I try to ignore the disbelief dripping from Teller’s voice. “Because we’re both road captains. That’s what he said at first.” My lips twist into a smirk. “He was also concerned you think he has the hots for Charlotte, or she wants?—”

“Yeah, no.” Teller rolls his eyes. “I haven’t thought about him at all since the last time we ran into him.”

“It’s not like we don’t need more bodies,” Z remarks. “If he doesn’t have a problem with prospecting again after serving as an officer, that’s a good sign.”

“I thought so too,” I agree.

“I’ll contact his current prez,” Wrath offers. “Make sure he’s really okay with it. I know another Wolf Knight I’ll reach out to and ask about him.”

“I’m not calling Merlin to ask,” Teller says quickly as if he needs to cut that idea off before it’s spoken. “One, I don’t trust his opinion on anything. And two, I don’t want him to get the idea that patching over is an option forhim.”

“Absolutely-the-fuck-not,” Wrath growls.

“I wasn’t going to suggest otherwise,” Rock replies coolly, fixing his steely eyes on his son. “You have any strong feelings on this?”

Teller shrugs. “Not really. Charlotte knew him when they were kids. Never had anything bad to say about him. He’s always been respectful.” He lifts his chin at Wrath. “I’ll wait to see what the big guy finds out and base my vote on that.”

“Anything else?” Rock asks, glancing around the table.

Wrath raises his hand. “Remy’s setting up that welcome home party for Griff. I think most of us should at least stop by.”

Murphy rubs his hands together like he’s conjuring an evil leprechaun. “Can’t wait to roast his ass over that fuckin’ reality show. Goddamn embarrassing.”

“He was just trying to make some coin,” Wrath drawls, stroking his chin. “Not all of us have pots o’ gold stashed in our wee ginger beards.”

Laughter erupts around the table. Even Murphy cracks up.

“Okay, fair.” Murphy lifts his hands in surrender. “Hell, I probably would’ve done it too when I was his age.”

“All right, simmer down.” Rock knocks his knuckles against the table and glances at Wrath. “Why do you want us there?”

“We need to tag team Griff at the party,” Wrath suggests.

Birch raises his hand. “Uh, I don’t swing that way.”

“No need to take Rav’s place in the saying-stupid-shit department just because he’s not here,” Wrath warns, dismissing him and returning to his original point. “I’m sure Griff plans to train at Sully’s gym but I want him at Furious. Atleast part-time. Get my gym a little shout-out on fight night. Dex, Jigsaw, Rooster, suss out what else he needs.”

“He’llneedmore than two people with him in Vegas,” Rooster says. “Those fighters roll deep. He’s new to that scene. The guy he’s going up against is trash. They’ll definitely try to fuck with him at the press conferences and stuff. Rattle him before the fight.”

Wrath knocks his fists together. “I’d love a motherfucker to test me.”

“We don’t need anyone getting arrested in Vegas,” Rock warns.

Wrath’s mouth slides into a smirk. “They’d have to catch me first.”

“Youareincredibly fast for such a big fucker,” Z says.

“So.” Wrath’s gaze drifts down the table. “Who’s ready to do some damage in Vegas?”

His eyes stop on me, one eyebrow raised. Pretty sure that’s not a question.

“Fuck, yeah. I already said I’m in.”

Dex shakes his head. “I hate Vegas. I already told you, I’ll watch the bar for Remy while he’s gone.”

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