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)
“I’m never going to kiss Shade’s ass for any reason.”
“You’ll be surprised at what you’ll be willing to do for your kids. I didn’t truly appreciate that fact until I had one of my own.”
“I’d sacrifice my life for any child I have. I don’t need Shade’s help, nor anyone else’s. I’ve got this; you’ll see.” Moon walked off before Viper could say anything else.
The problem with Viper was he considered him just a soldier. Where the club was concerned, Viper was right. He preferred letting Viper and Wizard bear the bulk of the responsibilities while he could take the easy route when he wasn’t needed. Becoming king of the mountain within the club had never held any appeal to him; his forte had always been women. There wasn’t a woman he couldn’t have when he put his mind to it, he told himself confidently. Once he put his mind to having Larissa, she would be putty in his hand. Then, when he had her exactly where he wanted her, he would get custody of his child and throw her ass back to the Destructors.
He was midway up the steps when his cell phone vibrated. He checked it and saw Larissa had texted him her address and the time of her doctor’s appointment five days from now. Pocketing his cell phone, he continued climbing the steps, whistling.
Hell, he didn’t need any advice from Shade. The brother should be the one coming to him for advice. Shade might be an expert marksman, but in a face-to-face battle, no one escaped from the dark side of the Moon.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Larissa had to swallow back the lump of fear at the back of throat as she watched Moon drive away.
“Are you all right?” Fat Louise asked sympathetically.
“Yes. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have stopped to have lunch. If I hadn’t, I would have been at The Last Riders’, and he would have at least known I was going to tell him,” she said numbly.
Sex Piston scowled. “It wouldn’t have made a difference to that dick,” she said heatedly. “He would just find something else to hassle you about.”
“I should have come outside to talk to him alone.”
“Why? So he really could lay into you without anyone hearing? Girl, do you know how many women end up dead when they’ve been knocked up? He might be a Last Rider, but I don’t know shit about him personally, do you?”
Sex Piston was piling on more to worry on about.
“No, I don’t, other than when I’ve seen him in town and at The Last Riders’.”
“He doesn’t have a record,” Killyama told them, easing the fear she had made a baby with a career felon. “Moon served in the Navy for fifteen years. When he got out, he went to work for The Last Riders.”
The longer Killyama talked, the more she felt the fear coming back. Nothing she was revealing would give her a justifiable reason not to let Moon be involved in her child’s life, other than him living in a motorcycle club. If he did buy a house, like he said he would, that would be yet another point in his favor.
Why hadn’t she listened to her instincts and continued on to Treepoint from Bowling Green instead of stopping for lunch with Killyama and Sex Piston? Beth walked out of the restaurant while placing her wallet back in her purse. Should she ask her about Moon? Maybe she knew something Killyama didn’t. Trepidation held her back; she was a hairsbreadth away from driving back to Bowling Green.
Larissa felt Stud’s eyes on her.
“Where are you staying?”
“I was on my way back to Treepoint to live with my sisters again. I was staying with a friend of mine in Bowling Green until I decided what to do. To be honest, Moon’s anger toward me is understandable, but I witnessed it at The Last Riders as well. It terrified me. I’m concerned about my child being exposed to that type of behavior. I left Treepoint when he said he never wanted to see me again, and I didn’t look for another job because I had every intention of returning to Treepoint and telling him I was pregnant before the baby came despite my family’s concerns and my own misgivings. I even got in an argument with my mother about it. She wanted us to move to Aruba. We argued, and that’s why when my friend asked me to stay with her, I agreed; her place is across the street from my mom’s.”
Her voice grew frustrated. “I was in Blowing Green, trying to come to a decision about wanting to give Moon the benefit of the doubt that he’s not obnoxious, rude, and overbearing when my friend Taya wakes me up to call the police because she saw a man hiding in her next-door neighbor’s yard. I called the police while she showed me where he was hiding from the window. You know who it was?”