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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Moon looked at Train questioningly. “You think I’m talking about Larissa?”

Train frowned. “Who were you talking about, then?”

“Her fucking mom. I’m about to kick her ass back to Bowling Green.”

“Larissa might have something to say about that.” Moving to stand next to him, Train picked up the package he had just weighed to redo it.

“I’d be doing her a fucking favor.” Moon snorted. “That bitch is so toxic that a warning sign should be tattooed onto her damn ass.”

Train burst into laughter. “She can’t be that bad.”

“She’s a fucking nightmare.” Moon picked up another package, slamming it onto the scale. “From the moment Kendra hit town, she’s made my life a living hell.”

“How?”

“She was supposed to be staying with Lana and Priss, but somehow, that fucking bitch has managed to worm herself into Larissa’s spare bedroom. She cleans from the moment she gets up until bedtime. Heaven forbid if I leave a glass on the counter; she’ll put in the sink before I can even finish it. And if I have to eat one more vegetarian meal, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.”

Train took the postage stamp away before Moon could place it on the package. “I’m sure she just wants Larissa to be healthy.”

Moon glared at him. “Bullshit. The bitch is constantly needling Larissa about how much weight she’s gained. Even told her she should go to yoga five days a week instead of two. I found Larissa crying in the bathroom when I got off working yesterday. Kendra had found her cookie stash and threw them away.”

Train winced. “The ones you just bought for her?”

“Yes,” Moon snarled, picking up another package, but Train took it away from him.

Moon threw himself down on the chair at the workstation and watched as Train started doing the mail.

“And you want to know how my damn day started this morning?” Moon continued his rant.

“Sure.” Train didn’t seem sure, but Moon didn’t care. The other brothers had returned to work.

“When I walked into the kitchen this morning, I nearly cracked my skull open. The battle ax had mopped the floor!” Moon slammed his fist down onto the worktable. “Who in the fuck mops the kitchen floor at six in the morning?” he snarled.

“Someone who wants to take your ass out.” Razer’s amused voice could be heard from the office to the side.

The workers around him broke into laughter, proving the motherfuckers had been listening.

“Bitch is lucky I didn’t wrap that mop handle around her throat.” Vindictively, he replayed this morning, except switching the ending of the encounter with a much more satisfying one.

“Sorry, if you’re expecting any sympathy from me, you’re not going to get it. I’d rather deal with Larissa’s mother than Sex Piston and that band of bitches constantly in my grill.”

Moon grimaced. The brother did kind of have a point.

He stood back up and took the package away from Train that he was about to weigh. He was calmer now that Train made him realize his situation could be worse, much worse.

After watching him for several minutes, Train must have decided it was safe to leave the equipment with him and went back to his own station.

As he worked, Moon didn’t join in with the conversations going on around him, his mind elsewhere.

It was only when Train tapped him on the shoulder that he realized Train had been trying to get his attention.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

Train gave him a speculative glance. “I asked if you were ready to get some lunch.”

“I’m good. I’m going to finish this cart and take off for the rest of the day.”

“Brother, I wouldn’t do whatever you’re planning.”

Not bothering to deny he had any plans, Moon continued weighing the packages.

He heard Train’s exasperated sigh as he walked out the factory door but didn’t change his mind. The bitch had sealed her fate when he landed on his ass in front of her. Who mops the floor at six in the morning? The bitch was trying to take him out.

Kendra had been making his life miserable since she had contrived to stay in Larissa’s house instead of with her other two daughters. He was smart enough to discern it wasn’t because she shared a closer relationship with Larissa, nor that it was because of the baby. No, there was more to it than that. He had a strong suspicion exactly what the bitch was up to.

Working through the lunch hour, he finished the mail cart before wheeling it into the back of the factory. He keyed his ID code into the keypad, and the two doors swung open for him to wheel the cart through, then they automatically swung closed after him.

After he pushed the cart next to the loading area to place it next to the other carts with filled orders, he walked to the sign-in sheet to mark the corresponding number on the cart, writing his initials as being the one who had wheeled the cart into the bay area.



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