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)
He raised his cell phone in order to call Viper and tell him that he was needed here when Larissa’s expression broke.
“Please leave.”
“Dammit. I’m going, but we aren’t done talking, not by a long shot.”
“Yes, we are,” she stated firmly. “I’m done making concessions with you, Moon. Anything else, you’ll have to fight for.”
CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
“Hey, Moon!”
Cutting his engine, Moon swung his leg off the motorcycle.
Saffron was sitting provocatively on Jesus’ motorcycle while Jesus and Train worked on Pace’s.
Moon kept his gaze focused on her body from the neck up. “Saffron. You keeping Jesus and Train entertained?” he commented with a hard glance in the brothers’ direction.
Pouting, Saffron leaned forward between Jesus’ handlebars, showing off her jutting, braless breasts. “I want a ride to the store, but I can’t convince anyone to take me.”
“They’re working,” he clipped out.
“How about you? Could you take me?”
Women using baby talk voices affected him as if someone was running a cheese grater down his back.
“No time. Running late. Back from lunch.” Walking past Saffron, he stopped long enough to issue her a heads-up. “If Killyama sees you hanging around Train when she comes out from working out, that tube top you’re wearing will be used for something other than making it easier for you to flash your tits.”
“Moon!”
Paying no heed to her pretend wail of injured innocence, he continued past her.
“Brother.” Moon caught Train’s amused eyes as he neared the two men. “I would deal with that shit before Killyama does it for you.”
Train straightened from being bent over the motorcycle, elbowing Jesus in the gut to give him space. “Look who’s giving me advice,” Train joked. “I know how to handle my woman. I’m not the one who got his ass kicked Friday night. You worry about your woman, and I’ll worry about mine.”
Moon’s boot halted mid-stride at seeing Killyama coming down the path from the club. The way Train and Jesus were standing, neither man could see the bitch bearing down on them. “Your funeral.” He gave Killyama a two-finger salute as she stalked toward her oblivious husband.
If Viper weren’t waiting for him, he would have waited to watch Train get his ass handed to him. The brother was going to get his comeuppance. He’d have to make sure to save the video feed of the encounter.
He would give his left nut to stay and watch after Train had given him grief about the spat he’d had with Larissa. He wasn’t about to share with the brothers how Larissa fucked liked a juiced-up succubus when she was riled up.
Not about to share that tidbit when he had no intention of sharing her, anyway, Moon looked at it as a public service. Larissa in the wrong hands could be dangerous. He was actually saving their lives, especially if any of the motherfuckers thought they could steal her away from him.
He was buzzed in through the security door and found Viper and Rider sitting at the control desk, their eyes glued to the monitor.
“Cutting it close, aren’t you?” Viper’s forbidding profile was the only hint he needed to know the brother wasn’t happy.
Taking the seat next to him, he reached for a yellow pad of paper and ink pen. “Had some fallout to deal with.”
His concentration on the monitor broken, Viper focused on him. “Who with?”
“Leave it to that woman to pick the worst possible time to try to break up.”
Neither Viper nor Rider seemed surprised.
“Been there more than once myself,” Viper said wryly. “What shocks me is it hasn’t happened to you before. When you moving back into the clubhouse?”
“I’m not moving back. I’m going to change her mind.”
That information did surprise them.
Viper and Rider shared a glance, as if silently asking, Which one of us is going to tell him?
Rider’s sigh showed he had lost the battle of wills.
“That’s going to be hard for you to do.” Rider leaned back in his chair, hooking his ankle over his knee. “You might have getting women into your bed down pat, but when it comes to the hard stuff … Mr. Sensitive, you’re not.”
Moon cocked an eyebrow in Rider’s direction. “How in the fuck would you know?”
“I don’t know …” Rider drawled sarcastically. “Maybe me having to listen to countless women threaten to tattoo ‘love them and leave them’ on your back more times than I can count.”
“Then”—opening a roll of mints, Viper popped one in his mouth—“a week later, he’s complaining he can’t find a woman who’s ready to get serious and have a bunch of kids with him.” Viper shook his head in disbelief. “I’m still amazed none of them have taken you out in your sleep. Remember Lucinda?”
Rider’s expression turned pained. “I do.”
“You told her you loved Mexican food, so she started bringing you a fucking buffet every Friday night. Then, when you started dating her, she introduced you to her whole family, and you started hanging out with them, too. For a couple of months, you were at Lucinda’s apartment more than you were at the club, except on Fridays, of course, and … let me tell you, brother”—Viper’s expression turned just as pained as Rider’s—“I count them some of the best Fridays I’ve spent. But what did you do? What you always do—you fucked it up. You invited the woman cleaning her house to come to a party right in front of her.”