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

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Instead of tearing us apart, our sins have forged a bond no one can break.
Margot’s darkness calls to mine, her need for vengeance matches my own, and I’ll protect her at any cost.
She never flinched when I admitted I’d scattered the bones of my worst nightmare along the highways.

I finally felt free—until the past showed up wearing a face I never expected to see again.

I thought those demons were buried.

But if I’ve learned anything in my years with the Lost Kings MC, it’s that secrets don’t stay dead for long—and the one I swore I left behind just came back to find me.

Scatter the Bones is the 26th book in the Lost Kings MC series by USA Today bestselling author Autumn Jones Lake. It must be read after Twist the Knife and Collect the Pieces

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CHAPTER ONE

Jigsaw

Jensen Killgore, 20 years old.

At a certain point in life, you reach an age when you realize being a man isn’t about strength, money, or respect. It’s about the awareness of how your actions affect other people.

No matter how you try to bury the past, the consequences of our actions—or inactions—often find a way to hunt us down.

More than six years away from my family’s farm and I couldn’t banish this place from my memory even if I wanted to.

The old white mailbox appears on my left. Rustier now. A little tilted. But still there.

Dread and fury beat against my skin. This isn’t a social call. It won’t be a warm family reunion.

I’m here for retribution and rescue.

One way or another, my baby sister’s leaving with me today.

I’m bigger now. Stronger. I have a little bit of money.

Nope. Don’t think about the money or where it came from. Rooster’s Aunt Em made it clear on her deathbed, she loved me like a son.

I’d rather have Aunt Em alive and breathing than all the money in the world.

She’d know how to take care of Jezzie. Instead, I plan to take my sister halfway across the country to stay with a woman she probably doesn’t even remember.

A woman who once tried to protect my mother from getting involved with my crazy-ass father.

He never hit the girls.

Girls were meant to serve. Be silent. Obedient. He never whipped them or locked them in the basement.

That you know of.

Ruth would’ve protected Jezzie. The woman who helped me escape. Who promised she’d look after my sister.

I was a kid. Fuck, I’m still a damn kid. Rooster’s Aunt Em and Uncle Boone saved my life by taking me in after my father’s last beating sent me to the hospital.

I owed them everything. After I graduated from high school, I planned to come back for Jezzie.

Then Em got sick. Really sick. I helped Rooster and Boone take care of her until she passed. Peacefully at home. The way she wanted.

Boone was a mess. The man who treated me like his son was lost without his wife. I helped Rooster take care of Boone.

Until Boone had a stroke.

Rooster was dealing with Boone’s estate. Learning the ins and outs of the bar and restaurant Boone left us. In a few weeks, I’ll return to help him figure it all out.

But now it’s time to get my sister. I can’t wait any longer. She’ll be approaching fourteen now. Getting too close to the age my father thought girls should be married off to start breeding the next generation of the Lord’s servants.

Before she passed, Aunt Em tracked down my real aunt. My mother’s sister, Angela. Like the mama bear she was, Em hired a PI to learn everything she could about Aunt Angela before giving me the information. She works a normal nine-to-five in a nice small town in Pennsylvania. No children. No husband. No cult.

I had a few fond memories of Angela. Her face. Her smile. A yappy dog who always sat on her lap when we visited. How she tried to convince my mother not to move to the other side of the country when my father got his first “vision from the Lord.”

Then later how she visited our farm when Jezzie was maybe two or three. The arguments she had with my parents. How she left in a hurry and we never saw or heard from her again.

That’s who I was trusting to take care of Jezzie now?

No. If I get any hint Andrea’s nuts, I’ll keep Jezzie with me.

Where? At Boone’s place? Where his motorcycle club buddies drop in to visit with alarming frequency. What’s she supposed to do, bring her math homework to the bar after school? So I can help her with equations while I’m busy serving beer to bikers until one in the morning?

While it might be better than living under my father’s thumb, it’s still not a life for a young girl.

The truck bounces and dips as I steer from the road onto the long driveway leading to the small farm I remember all too well. Dirt and pebbles fly up, pinging against the side of my truck.

What if we need to make a quick getaway?

Slowing down, I jerk the steering wheel, executing a sloppy three-point turn, and stop the truck in the overgrown grass bordering the driveway.

I silently slide out of the truck, my boots barely scraping against the gravel. My gaze travels up the driveway. Who the fuck knows what I’m going to encounter.

Digging under the front seat, I pull out a holster and shrug it over my shoulders. I slide a black case out, flip it over and pull out a 9mm Glock and slap in a full magazine, rack the slide, then tuck it into the side of the holster. A second 9mm rests in the case. I glance up the driveway again.

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