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)
The backyard turned into a free-for-all. Razer, Viper, and Nickel had to hold Shade back, while he and Reaper went in for the kill …
Larissa heard shouts as she approached the back of The Last Riders’ clubhouse. The backyard was filled with men having a massive brawl. Gaping at the viciousness taking place in front of her, she didn’t know whether to run away or wait until it ended to help those who needed medical aid.
Seeing Moon pop up in the men gave her such a start that she took a backward step. Hearing the words he shouted out about making widows of his friends’ wives and saying he would make sure they wouldn’t be lonely was reprehensible to her.
This was the father of her child? The man who, if she told him that he was going to be a father, would have a part in his life? Hell no. There was no way she would let a child of hers be anywhere near this type of environment.
Disappointed, she watched Train grab Moon, put him a headlock, and from the way he was holding Moon, he seemed to be purposely trying to break his neck.
She was battling with herself about whether to call 911 now or wait until Moon was dead, then made the call. If anyone had the nerve to say she didn’t go above and beyond for her clients, she would tell them about this situation. Train couldn’t be his wife’s birthing partner if he was locked behind bars.
As she reluctantly made the call, she watched the fight become more vicious when Train and Shade ganged up on Moon, all three of them stumbling into the gazebo behind them. The gazebo crumbled on top of them. From the shaking wood on top, Larissa guessed the fighting hadn’t stopped.
“What’s your emergency?” a male voice answered the call.
“I’d like to report a fight in the backyard of The Last Riders’ clubhouse. Do you know where that is?”
“Yes. Who’s involved in the fight?”
“Who isn’t? They all are. You need to send ambulances, too.”
“What is the injury?”
“I can’t see from where I’m standing. They’re under a gazebo.”
“You can’t see under the gazebo?” the calm male voice asked.
“No, I can’t. The gazebo collapsed on top of them.”
“I’m on my way.”
“Please hurry. One of the men was trying to strangle Moon before the gazebo went down. I don’t know if he succeeded.”
“Who was strangling Moon?”
“I have no clue who it was,” she lied. Killyama, you owe me one. “His back was turned. I couldn’t see his face.”
“What’s your name?”
“I prefer to remain anonymous.” God, did she ever.
“You know I’m equipped with caller ID, right?”
“Then why did you ask?” she snapped.
“To see if you would tell me.”
Larissa pulled the cell phone away from her ear to glare at the object. Did she hear humor in his voice?
“I don’t find this funny,” she said once she had put the phone back to her ear.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh.”
Whoever it was didn’t sound sorry.
“Who am I speaking with?” she asked sharply. She was going to report the operator to the responding officer.
“I’m the sheriff.”
“Oh … that’s good, then.” Larissa wanted to smack her forehead at how lame she sounded. “I’m going to leave now,” she told them.
“Good idea.”
She ended the call, then took a last look at the fight. It had calmed down somewhat. They were still fighting, but they were moving slower. Turning, she hurried back to Killyama’s house.
She gave a quick knock before she entered the house, seeing Killyama had moved from the bedroom to the living room.
“Are you feeling better?”
“Yes, at least I didn’t throw up for the last thirty minutes.” Her eyes went behind her. “You didn’t find Train?”
“No, I couldn’t find him.”
Killyama frowned. “You knock on the back door like I told you and tell them Train wasn’t answering his messages?”
“I couldn’t make it to the back door. Everyone was fighting.”
Interest piqued in her eyes. “What were they fighting over?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why didn’t you ask one of them?”
“I couldn’t. They were all fighting. It wasn’t safe for me to get too close.”
“You mean, they were physically fighting or arguing fighting?”
“I mean they were physically fighting, with their fists,” she elaborated.
“Damn, and I missed it.” Killyama picked up her cell phone. Larissa assumed she was texting to find out what was going on.
Larissa looked at her own cell phone. “I hate to leave you alone. Is there someone else you can call besides Train? I have another appointment in thirty minutes.”
“I’ll call T.A. She lives about ten minutes away. You can go ahead and go.”
“I’ll wait until you make sure T.A. can come,” she said firmly.
Ignoring the irritated stare-down, Larissa folded her arms over her chest stubbornly.
“You’re a pain in my ass,” Killyama told her.
“I will be for the next several months, so get used to it.”