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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He hung the clipboard back onto the wall, then gave Nickel, who was sitting in the security room, a casual wave as he walked back to the metal door. As he neared, the doors automatically swung open. However, he came to an abrupt stop as he stared at the door.

“I’ll be motherfucking …”

Striding back inside the factory, he went to the office. Razer looked up when he walked through the open door.

“I know you’re leaving.” Watching him from over the computer monitor, Razer let his irritation show. “I heard you tell Train. You could have asked me first—”

“Forget that.” Moon shut the door. “Call Viper and Shade.”

Moon waited until Viper and Shade texted him that they were waiting in the security room before he started making his way there. He keyed in his ID number, walked through the metal doors, and then Viper buzzed him through as he neared the security door.

Nickel, Viper, and Shade eyed him expectantly as he came through the doorway. Then Viper gave him a searching look as Moon motioned Nickel to give him the seat at the control monitor.

“You son of a bitch.” Viper grinned at him. “You figured it out, didn’t you?”

Giving Viper a gloating smile, Moon sat down at the keyboard, his fingers quickly pressing down on the keys to pull up the footage he wanted. “Oh yeah.”

Their gazes centered on the monitor as the video he wanted came up. He pressed Play, and the security footage started rolling. Two factory workers were loading the numbered mail carts into the freight truck.

“Watch and learn,” Moon instructed them.

Nickel stared at him quizzically. “What are we looking for?”

Moon stared at the screen intently, watching the two workers push the carts up the loading ramp. “Not what—who.”

CHAPTER SIXTY

Tired, Moon let himself into the house. All he wanted to do was grab something to eat, shower, and go to bed. However, he saw Kendra sitting at the dining room table, scrolling on her cell phone, while Larissa worked through what seemed to be a godawful amount of paperwork. There were several stacks of papers and two towers of books.

He placed a caressing hand on Larissa’s shoulder and started gently rubbing her bunched muscles. “Hey.” Bending down, he kissed the corner of her mouth, despite Kendra watching. “You look busy.”

When he caught the faint blush spreading across her cheeks, he figured it was because she felt uncomfortable with him kissing her in front of her mother.

“Hey.” She shut her laptop and gave him a relieved smile. “You worked late tonight.”

Puzzling at the tense atmosphere he detected emanating from the two women, he nodded. “Viper needed my help with a problem.”

“Were you able to help him?”

“I think so. You move your office to the dining room table?”

She laid her hand on the closed laptop, and Moon felt the tension in the room increase.

“I don’t want to get behind. Mom thought it would be less stressful for me to work from home.”

“I see.” He moved his gaze away from the laptop to slide it toward the end of the table.

“Kendra,” he acknowledged her cooly.

“Moon.”

When he first met Kendra in Bowling Green, he had sensed something was off between Larissa and her mother. Since she had come to Treepoint, he had become surer.

Larissa kept saying how close they were while he thought the mother and daughter were polar opposites. Kendra even acted differently with Larissa than she did with Lana and Priss.

The discrepancy was so obvious that he had asked Larissa if they all had the same fathers, or if she was adopted. She hadn’t talked to him for two days.

He broke the stare-down, not because he was backing down, but because he was hungry as fuck.

“Any dinner left?” Releasing Larissa’s shoulder, he started for the kitchen.

“We had eggplant parmesan.” Kendra’s lofty voice grated on his last nerve. “There’s plenty left. Larissa wasn’t very hungry, yet she managed to make some room for a bowl of cereal when I was talking on the phone with Lana.”

Turning on his heel at Kendra’s less than subtle recrimination, he didn’t bother moving closer to the kitchen. He hated anything eggplant. He actually hated anything that grew in the ground, other than potatoes. Kendra cooking eggplant parmesan after she had just made soup the day before filled with nothing but eggplant, squash, and zucchini after he had explained his dislike of the fucking things sent his blood simmering.

“Despite my attempts to get her to eat more nutritious food for the baby’s sake, Larissa still doesn’t take my advice and eat healthier, like I do.”

As he stared at the pinch-faced prune, it was everything he could do not to cut her down to size. The problem with that was he was worried the cunning bitch was somehow recording him, wanting to use it to make him look bad. He didn’t put anything past her. It would be a dirty tactic he wouldn’t be above using himself.


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