Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
When he arrived back at the clubhouse, he went to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich. Shade and Train came in just as he was about to put the ingredients back.
“Either of you want a sandwich?” he offered. “I don’t mind making them.”
Train and Shade looked at each other as they were about to pour themselves coffee then turned to glance at him.
“Who are you asking?”
Moon frown. “You two.”
“Are you sick or something?” Train asked. “You’ve never offered to make shit for us before.”
“Jeez. You’re killing my vibe. You want one or not?”
Shade gave him a critical stare. “Viper have anything to do with this change of attitude?”
“Never mind.” Moon started putting the ingredients back in the refrigerator. “Make your own fucking sandwiches.”
Train started laughing as Shade and he took a seat at the kitchen table. “That’s more like it. My world is back to normal.”
Balefully staring at the two men, he sat down at the table with them. “Fuck you.”
Shade’s chiseled brow showed his curiosity. “How did you manage to talk Viper into letting you come back?”
“My winning personality, of course.” Moon gave them a smug grin.
Train pretended to gag on his coffee.
Moon picked up his sandwich and decided to ignore the fuckers.
Grabbing his cell phone, which he had laid on the table next to his plate, he checked the time. He wasn’t really listening to the conservation Shade and Train had started, his mind elsewhere as he waited for time to click away.
“Moon?”
Shade calling his name dragged him back to awareness.
“What?”
The two brothers gave him weird glances.
“I asked what you thought of the thefts stopping so suddenly,” Shade said.
Moon shrugged. “I think the thieving bastard knew he was about to get caught.”
“I don’t know ...” Rubbing his thumb against his jawline, Shade seemed to be thinking. “I think they would have slowed down, become more careful, not just stopped cold turkey.”
Moon looked questioningly toward Train, silently asking if he felt the same way.
“I may have to go with Moon on this one, Shade. The escorts probably put the fear of God into them.”
“Could be.” Shade still didn’t seem convinced.
“You don’t think so?” Moon asked, taking the last bite of his sandwich.
“No, I don’t.”
The kitchen door swinging open had all three men looking to see who entered. Moon stood up when he saw it was Ginny.
“Hey.”
When she gave them a smile, Moon could understand how she had been able to drag Reaper from the depths of hell that his soul had survived.
“Hi, Ginny, how are you doing?”
“Fantastic, thanks.” Her hand went to the growing mound around her waist. “The baby is being good today.”
“I wish Killyama could say the same thing. She hasn’t been able to keep anything down. Her doula’s going to come by after she finishes with another patient.”
Moon had picked up the bag he had left on the counter as Ginny was talking to Train. Moving toward the door, he waited for her.
“Let me know if there is anything I can do.”
“I will.”
Moon opened the door for Ginny as she walked toward him, then let her go first before following to close it.
“You got it?” She beamed at him when he swung the bag in front of her.
“I did.”
“You don’t know how much I appreciate your help...”
When she reached out to take it, he lowered it back to his side. “Enough to give me a piece of information I need?”
Ginny frowned at him, her excitement dimming. “What information?”
“Do you remember the night you girls got in a fight at Mick’s bar?”
“Yes. So?”
“Do you remember coming back to the club afterward?”
Moon had to give Ginny credit. If he hadn’t seen the troubled glint in her eyes, her expression would have fooled him.
“I mean, it’s not etched into my memory, but I remember hanging out here for a couple of hours.”
“Let’s see if you remember this part. Who went upstairs while you were here?”
When Ginny opened her mouth to speak, Moon held up his hand.
“Before you say anything, I want to warn you not to lie to me. I can easily sell this watch to someone else.”
Ginny folded her arms over her chest. “One thing I do remember is you’re the person who suggested giving Gavin a watch for his birthday.”
“I want to know who it was,” he said firmly.
“Why?”
Expecting her to be angry at his manipulation, he was puzzled why she wasn’t.
“That’s a private matter.”
“It’s not private if you’re involving me.”
“Who was it? Lily? Killyama? You?”
“I’ve changed my mind about the watch. I’ll bake him a cake.”
Realizing he wasn’t going to get an answer from her, he lifted his hand with the bag to give her the watch just as a sharp, needle-like pain sank into his calf.
“What the fuck!”
Ginny, who had started for the door, swung back, and the unexpectedness of her action caused the bag to hit her face.