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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“Okay … I see how it’s going to be.” He gave them an unconcerned shrug. “Your family is going to regret screwing me over.”

The doctor curled her lip in disgust. “I believe my sister already regrets screwing you,” she said bluntly. “You can leave before I call the sheriff.”

Moon opened his mouth then snapped it closed. He would find Larissa, and she would regret not telling him about the baby.

As he marched to the door, he heard Priscilla’s parting shot.

“GOODBYYYYE!”

Blade took one look at his face when he stepped onto the porch before he quickly opened the door for him. Moon didn’t spare him a glance as he went inside, intent on regaining his equilibrium.

Feeling as if he had been thrown for a loop and was yet to regain his bearings, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey to pour himself a glass while disregarding Train and Rider as if they weren’t sitting at the bar, drinking beer.

Under their scrutiny, he drank a hefty amount of whiskey then poured himself another generous amount. The brothers broke off from their conversation and eyed the nearly empty whiskey bottle.

“Who pissed in your cereal?”

Moon turned a deaf ear to Rider’s question to focus on Train.

“Killyama’s midwife, where is she?”

Train’s disdainful expression showed he wasn’t ready to let bygones be bygones.

Fuck! He hated to admit that holding a grudge with the brothers for so long was biting him in the ass. They had all attempted to breach the gap he had placed between them, except for Reaper— that mean fucker couldn’t care less—but he had held on to his anger.

“Why should I tell you jackshit?”

There was nothing on earth which would get him to lower his pride, except one thing—his child.

“I think I knocked her up,” he stated, pouring himself another splash of whiskey.

Train raised a surprised brow. “You don’t know?”

Moon lifted the glass to his lips and slung the whiskey to the back to his throat. “Her sisters won’t tell me where she is,” he admitted in a choked voice.

“Then I don’t know what to say. You could go ask Killyama,” Train suggested with an evil smile. “I’ll even go with you.”

What the hell? Did he have sucker stamped on his forehead? “I’ll call.”

Train’s smile grew wider. “Good choice.”

Moon took out his cell phone and scrolled through his contact list before he found Killyama’s name, then pushed the call button.

The phone rang several times before it was answered.

“What in the fuck do you want?” Killyama snarled.

His balls clenched in fear. “Hello … This is Moon.” He winced at how lame he sounded.

“No shit. Tell me something I don’t know, like why in the fuck you’re calling me?”

Moon shifted, trying to jiggle his balls loose. “I was … I need to get in touch with your midwife. Do you happen to have her address or phone number?”

“I sure do.” Killyama’s voice dripped honey.

“Could I have it?”

“No problem,” she replied sweetly. “As soon as you walk barefoot to east of Bumfuck, Egypt and come back, I’ll get that information to you. Until then, fuck off, you pecker-head.”

Setting the phone down on the counter, Moon poured what was left of the whiskey into his glass. “Your wife is a bitch.”

“I should kick your ass for saying that, but she is.”

“Why is she so fucking pissed at me? Hell, you barely had a mark on your ass.”

“Dude, seriously?” Train gave him a disappointed look. “I knew you were self-centered, but you needing me to tell you that takes you to another level. Killyama wanted Larissa as her midwife. I’ve been arguing with her about having a midwife because I want my kid born in the hospital. Killy doesn’t. You actually did me a favor by getting her to leave, which I will deny saying if you repeat it. I was losing the argument because I told her I wanted a doctor in the delivery room. Killyama waited until I opened my big mouth to tell me Larissa is not only a licensed midwife; she’s a doctor.”

“She’s a doctor?”

“A doctor. From what I found out from Killy, Larissa worked on becoming a certified midwife while helping putting the oldest sister through college. When Lana graduated, she decided to become a D.O. She also helped pay for the youngest one’s education. If I remember right, Priscilla is a doula, but she’s working toward becoming a certified nurse midwife. When you went to their office and confronted her, she was humiliated, and rather than taking the chance of seeing you in town, she decided to move away. Therefore, no home birth for Killy, which puts you on her shit list.”

Moon eyed him. “But you didn’t want Killy to have the baby at home.”

Train nodded. “I didn’t, but Killy was counting on me caving in. You took it out of her control. She doesn’t like that. She especially doesn’t like you since you were the person who put an end to their dream of opening a birthing center here in Treepoint. Seems they have been scraping by, living together in a one-room apartment, watching every dime they spent, trying to afford a lawyer to help them in their fight to get legislation passed so they can open a birthing center. So, not only did you run Killy’s midwife out of town, but a lot of other women in the county who wanted another option for giving birth to their babies are shit out of luck.”



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