Page 154 of Moon's Promise

“I agree.” Reaper kept his eyes on his wife as she repacked the canning jars back into her boxes. “What is Ginny doing?”

The men all turned their head to look toward Ginny.

“Moon bought out her stall and told her to go home. He also bought out Beth’s and was about to buy out Lily’s,” Lucky explained.

Reaper’s gaze turned back to Moon’s. “You were getting the women out of danger.”

“I knew if they spotted your women, they would stop.”

Reaper gave him a curt nod. “Thanks for having our back.”

Moon returned his nod. “Anytime. I was just lucky I caught the red light and spotted their bikes behind the motel.”

Lucky made a twisted face. “I shouldn’t have let Nickel and Rider leave. I wanted to keep the women in one place.”

Viper took his own share of the responsibility. “I fucked up. I should have sent more men. I’ve been so busy watching the club after Pace’s death that I failed to take into account what the women could be stepping into in town.”

Moon felt bad for Viper. The Last Riders’ president never failed to hold himself responsible, even when shit was out of his control.

“You sent them with Nickel and Rider and knew Lucky was here.”

“I’m not exactly chopped liver,” Lucky joked, but there was no humor on his face.

“You warn Stud they’re heading his way?” Moon asked.

Viper nodded. “The Destructors will meet them as they come off the bridge and let them know Jamestown’s restaurants aren’t any better.”

Reaper was still facing the direction the bikers had gone. “What do you think they were really in town for? You think they were just passing through?”

Moon felt the vibration coming from his phone. “No, I don’t. I think it was a scouting mission. I think they’re part of a bigger group, testing the waters.”

He reached for his phone and pulled up his text messages, seeing Larissa had sent him a message.

Our morning appointment was canceled. Going to have lunch with Sex Piston in Jamestown since you don’t want me to have any fun at the church.

“Fuck,” Moon snarled as he hurried toward his bike.

“What?” Viper called out after him.

“Larissa is heading for Jamestown.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

She was five minutes in the drive toward Jamestown when Larissa regretted overreacting to Moon not wanting her to go to the church’s fundraiser. How had she forgotten there wasn’t even a gas station between the two towns?

Mistakes had been made, she admitted to herself. If she hadn’t already told Sex Piston that she was on her way, she would have turned around and gone back to Treepoint.

Drumming her fingers on the steering wheel, she stopped chiding herself. Crazy Bitch was going to join their lunch to bring the children she was fostering so when she wrote a letter to Eryn, she could tell her how they were doing. So far, the two younger children were thriving under Crazy Bitch’s care, and Lennon had developed a bond with Ginny and taken to staying with her.

When she checked her rearview mirror, she saw a group of motorcycles quickly eating up the distance between them and her.

“Is he for real?” she said aloud to the empty car. Moon couldn’t seriously be following her to Jamestown just because she had refused to answer his call after she texted him where she was headed. The dude had serious control issues. They were going to have a serious discussion once they arrived in Jamestown.

As the motorcycles drew closer, she was able to see some of the men’s faces. None of them looked familiar to her, so she guessed Moon was riding farther behind. She wasn’t concerned until two rode onto the oncoming lane to pass her.

The dangerous maneuver on the two-lane road made her grip her steering wheel when, instead of speeding up to pass her, they rode alongside her for a minute to stare into her car.

Not only did she not recognize them, but their expressions creeped her out.

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