Page 139 of Moon's Promise

He again ignored the furious glares coming from Beth, Evie, Nickel, and Lucky as they walked back out.

“Don’t bother asking me to switch shifts when you want me to,” Nickel told him as he passed by.

“I’m going to tell Razer that you’re the reason his hamburgers are cold,” Beth threatened.

Lucky stopped in front of him. “You know I’m going to pay you back.”

“Bring it on, brother.” Unconcerned, Moon crossed his arms over his chest.

Evie came up to him. “You’re not allowed in my restaurant anymore.”

His arms dropped at seeing how mad she was. “You’re kidding?”

“Try me,” she snarled. “I hope Larissa twists your dick into knots.”

“That’s a little harsh.”

Evie flipped him off before crossing the street.

Moon watched everyone leave, knowing he had earned a place on their shit list. Damn, maybe he should have given more thought about making them wait.

After exactly ten minutes, he walked inside and strode up to the counter. Waiting expectantly for Marty come out, he had to twiddle his thumbs until five minutes later.

From Marty’s expression, he knew one of the people outside had tattled on him.

Yeah, he had made a mistake. He was finally willing to admit that.

He handed Marty his credit card and picked up an ink pen, ready to sign his name and get the fuck out of the restaurant.

Marty’s gloating expression should have given him a clue when he handed him the receipt. Poising the ink pen over the signature line, he ran his eyes over the total. Then they flew upward at the amount billed.

“You charged me too much.”

Marty’s beady eyes narrowed on him. “The extra hundred is what it cost when you wasted my time.”

“That’s illegal,” Moon blustered.

“Nobody’s forcing you to sign it. I can donate the sacks to the police department. They won’t go to waste.”

His fingers shook as he swirled his name onto the receipt.

“You the one who knocked Larissa up?”

Moon started to ignore his question, but he didn’t want to chance Larissa not getting another craving for his food.

“I’m the father of her baby, yes,” he admitted through clenched teeth.

“You going to marry her?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“In other words, no.” Marty maneuvered his huge belly around the counter to sit on a chair. “My daughter is supposed to come for a visit. When she does, I better not catch you sniffing around her.”

Moon juggled the bags in his arms. “I can guarantee no man in town will go near your daughter.” Keeping his face devoid of expression, Moon started for the door.

“Good.” The son of bitch wasn’t done. “And make sure none of your biker buddies come here, sniffing around her, either.”

“I won’t have to.” He opened the door and managed to get out of there without shooting the rat bastard.

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