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)
Grateful, she let her help her off then lead her to the car where Crazy Bitch had opened the back door.
As she started to get inside, Larissa watched Moon take off back in the direction they had come from.
“Moon!”
He was going back into that craziness.
Wanting to stop him, she tried to get back out of the car, but Crazy Bitch slammed the door shut before she could.
Sex Piston, who had gotten in the driver’s seat, turned around. “Keep your ass back there.”
“He’s going to get himself killed! They’re shooting at each other!” Larissa yelled as Crazy Bitch got into the passenger seat, slamming her own door.
“Your man isn’t the only one out there risking his life to get you safe,” Sex Piston told her as she maneuvered her car onto the road in the direction of Jamestown. “Girl, you might as well learn this lesson now: our men belong to a brotherhood. When one man puts their life on the line, they all do. That means until the danger is over, they’re all in. Then they ride away together or not at all.”
The harsh reality of being with a man belonging to motorcycle club hit her full force. Was she willing to live with the fact that Moon would be regularly putting his life in danger every time one of the club members needed him?
Did she really have a choice? When those bikers had tried to shove her into the back seat of her car, she knew if they succeeded, her life would be over. Despite overwhelming concern for her unborn child, it had been Moon whom she’d fought to keep herself alive for. Deep down, she knew he would recover from her death with little or no damage, but he would be burdened with the grief of losing his child for the rest of his life. That, she couldn’t bear for him. She loved him too much to ever let him experience that type of grief. She pressed her trembling lips together knowing the battle she had been fighting about loving Moon was over. She had lost. Somehow, she knew it wouldn’t be the last victory he would claim in the future.
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
Moon sped back to where The Last Riders had the out-of-town bikers surrounded and unarmed. Bodies littered the ground, forcing him to park in the middle of the road and walk to where Viper was questioning the men.
Seeing Moon approaching, Viper broke off talking with the brothers. “Larissa okay?”
“Sex Piston will take her to the hospital and stay with her until I can get there.” Moon stared down grimly at the men sitting on the ground. “You find out which one is the leader?”
Viper shook his head. “I can’t say I’m surprised. Who would want to admit to being in charge of this shitshow?” He turned his head at the sound of a police car coming to a stop behind where The Last Riders had parked their bikes. “Fuck, that’s all we need,” Viper muttered under his breath as the acting sheriff drew closer.
Greer Porter swaggered forward, the small limp resulting from a stroke barely noticeable as he eyed the men lying on the ground then glanced at the men sitting on the asphalt. “The least you could have done was let me in on the fun.” He snorted at Viper. “All you left me do to is the fuckin’ paperwork. So far, filling in for Knox has been more of a pain in my ass than seeing any action.”
“That’s only because everyone is afraid of breaking the law with you in charge.”
Moon’s admiration for Viper grew at the brother being able to keep a straight face at the lie.
Greer narrowed his eyes on him. “You trying to bullshit me?”
Viper expression remained impassive. “I wouldn’t do that.”
Greer shrugged. “Why not? It don’t bother me none.” Staring at the men, he raised a cocky eyebrow. “I don’t mind ass-kissing, especially when it’s my ass being kissed.”
He sauntered over to where a dead body lay on the road. Using his boot, he flipped the man over. Then he walked to where the bikers were grouped together and studied each of them before directing his gaze back to Viper. “Who in the fuck are they?”
“That’s what we’re trying to find out,” Viper replied. “They tried to kidnap Larissa.” Viper pointed toward Larissa’s car, with all the windows busted out, surrounded by the motorcycles that had boxed her in.
Greer’s expression grew harsh. “She the gal Moon knocked up?”
“Yes,” Moon answered through clenched teeth.
Giving the men on the ground a dismissive glance before sauntering back to Viper, unfazed at the carnage around him, Greer said, “I can give you about ten minutes to finish this before I have to let my deputies, ambulance, and the coroner through.” He pulled up his sagging gun belt as he shared a meaningful glance with Viper.