Page 153 of Moon's Promise

“I’ll buy everything you were going to sell today for five hundred.”

She seemed undecided about accepting his offer.

“It wouldn’t be fair to sell it to you before the sale starts.”

“Then, technically, it wouldn’t be fair to count the money from Reaper or Silas if they didn’t buy it from the sale today, either.” He counted out five hundred-dollar bills then took out another three. “I’ll give you the extra three if you deliver them to Larissa’s house. I’ll text you her address. It’s in the new housing development.”

Ginny still stared at the money indecisively.

He placed another two hundred on the pile. “Will that do it?”

She grinned at him. “That’ll do it. I’ll box everything up and put in my car until after the sale. Then I’ll deliver them before going home.”

Shaking his head at her, he stared at her seriously. “Go ahead and pack what’s on the table back in the boxes. I’ll load them into Lucky’s car. He can deliver them for you later today. That way, you can go ahead and leave for home.”

Ginny stared at him curiously, but he was already walking toward Beth’s stall. He didn’t let her get a greeting out. “How much?”

He bought out Beth’s stall then moved on to Lily’s when Lucky finished setting up the tent he was working on and stopped him.

“Brother, save some for the customers.”

Moon raised a brow at him. “You haven’t seen the text messages?”

“No, my phone ran out of charge.” Lucky frowned. “It’s charging inside the church. Is something wrong—”

The loud sounds of motorcycles could be heard coming down the street. Both men turned to look in the direction they were coming from. Lucky, unaware of the bikers staying at the motel, showed no concern at the roaring motors coming closer, whereas Moon narrowed his eyes, hoping it was The Last Riders and not the nomad group.

When the first one came within sight, he took a quick glance around to place each of the women.

Lucky turned to look at him at the same time. “Who in the hell are they?”

The concern in Lucky’s gaze only compounded that his initial gut instinct had been right. Lucky was just as uneasy at the sight of the unknown bikers as he was.

“Fucking trouble. Where are Nickel and Rider?”

“Rider went to the bank for cash and change, and Nickel went to the gas station for ice. They should have been back by now.”

“Be nice if they were here,” Moon stated the obvious as the nomad bikers reached the point in the road where they could enter the church parking lot.

It was anti-climactic as they watched them continue to ride past.

“Damn.” Lucky gave a loud sigh of relief. “I was worried for a second there.”

Moon was as surprised as Lucky sounded until it became clear why the nomad bikers hadn’t stopped. The Last Riders were giving them an escort out of town. His gut muscles didn’t relax as his eyes met the last biker riding in front of The Last Riders.

His long, dirty blond hair hung to his shoulders as the biker’s gaze took in the parking lot.

As the out-of-town bikers passed, Viper and Reaper swung their bikes into the parking lot, stopping next to Lucky and him.

“They don’t seem too happy,” Moon remarked, his gut still clenched despite the bikers being almost out of sight.

“They aren’t.” Viper turned his motor off. “We showed up just as they were about to ride. They said they had just stopped for the night to rest and get some sleep before moving on. They want to grab a bite to eat before leaving. I told them our restaurants suck and to move along.”

Lucky looked at Viper skeptically. “They? Who was in charge?”

“None of them admitted to being their leader.” Viper’s scowl showed he didn’t believe them.

“I’m willing to bet it was the one riding the black and silver vintage Vespas. Most of the others seemed to be riding secondhand crotch rockets.”

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