Moon’s Promise – The Last Riders Read Online Jamie Begley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Crime, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
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One of the bikers on the ground tried to heave himself up, only to be met with Reaper’s elbow sending him sprawling back down to the ground.

“You can’t leave us with them!”

Greer gave the man a disgusted snort, making no attempt to prevent Razer from shoving the biker back down. Then, unsympathetically, Greer stepped on the man’s hand when it dropped close to his boot. “You came here, thinking it’s Hickville, USA. We don’t play around with scum trying to steal our women, especially when they’re carrying our youngins. You can thank your lucky stars you didn’t go after mine or any of my kin,” he spat out contemptuously. “At least they’ll give you a decent burial. You’d be dinner at a hog farm I buy from if you had messed with mine. I would’ve bought the fuckin’ hog and had your ass for breakfast.”

The biker started crying.

Content he had made his point, Greer’s gaze swung back to Viper. “Hurry up. I ain’t got all day. Wasted enough of my day already. Better have several jars of Ginny’s and Lily’s preserves sitting on my desk when I get done here.” He reached into his pocket and took out a pack of gum, removing a stick before placing it back in his pocket. He unwrapped the gum, then placed it in his mouth. “By the way, you might be interested in knowing Missouri State Police shared information to be on the lookout for a stolen semi. Seems the trucker was found dead in the stall of a restroom at a rest area there. The truck is still missing. Want to hazard a guess as to what the truck was carrying?”

Moon stared at the pathetic motorcycles the rogue bikers had been riding. It wasn’t much of a guess. “Motorcycles.”

Greer nodded at him. “They were going to be sold at a swap meet. Would be nice to let the Missouri Police know where they can find the semi, if it comes up in conversation.” Adjusting his sagging gun belt once again, Greer turned on his heel. “Don’t forget about those preserves.”

After he turned his squad car around and went around the curve, the brothers all stared at each other.

“Damn,” Moon heard one of the new recruits mutter. “I’m not going to argue over Greer’s prices of weed anymore. A few bucks aren’t worth dying over if I piss him off.”

“Me neither,” another agreed, his expression worried. “I threatened to buy it from someone else when his went up the last time.”

Moon’s eyes met Reaper’s. If the recruits were perturbed by what Greer had said, they were in for a rude awakening if they made the cut to become a Last Rider. No one could be more vicious than Reaper, Viper, or Shade when they deemed an enemy deserved to be eliminated.

“Anyone else still think they were passing through Treepoint?”

Viper’s question drew his attention away from Reaper.

“No. No, I don’t,” Moon ground out, reaching down to pick up the biker who he had seen riding the Vespa. “You want to tell us why you were in Treepoint?”

“Go fuck yourselves! We’re not going to tell you shit. You can’t scare us. You’re not going to kill us after the cop saw us alive,” the biker scoffed at him. “You’re just trying to scare us to get information out of us.”

Moon gave him a twisted grin. “Greer wasn’t playing at being bad cop just to get a confession out of you. He’s as mean as a rattlesnake. He was actually playing nice. If we run out of bullets, all we have to do is call him for more. He might charge us a fortune for them, but he’d give them to us.”

He moved closer to stand over the biker, letting him see the full force of his fury. Then, grabbing him by his shirt, he jerked him to his feet. “That was my woman in the car.” His fist flashed out, hitting the biker in the ribs, knocking him back a step. Moon took another step forward, striking him in the gut. “My child …” When the guy doubled over, Moon’s boot kicked out, smashing him in the face, sending the biker back to his knees.

Going to his haunches, Moon used the biker’s hair to lift his face. “These motorcycles aren’t worth the parts to fix them. The only bike worth a crap is the one you were riding. You rode them to Treepoint to ditch them somewhere in the mountains, didn’t you? The semi wasn’t stolen for the cargo, was it? The semi was the score, wasn’t it?”

Moon could see he had hit upon the truth before the biker hastily lowered his eyelashes.

“Who did you hand the semi off to?”

The biker’s defiant eyes spat at him.

In one quick move, Moon reached toward the sheath he kept strapped to his ankle, sliding his knife free.



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