Page 161 of Moon's Promise

“Who hired you?”

“It was friend of mine who just got of prison. He wouldn’t tell me the name of the person who bought the semi. He said I didn’t need to know.”

“What’s the name of your friend?”

“Rick Pine.”

“Where can I find him?”

“I don’t fucking know. When he wants a job done, he calls. Last time I saw him, he was living with some chick in San Diego.”

“Where’s your cell phone?” With his free hand, Moon reached out for the cell phone. After a small hesitation, it was reluctantly placed on his palm.

After giving the phone to Reaper, Moon turned back to the biker. “What’s your password?”

The man snarled out the four digits as he stared at him, his face full of hatred. “You’d better leave it alone. Rick doesn’t like anyone messing around in his business.”

“I can’t say there’s much in life that scares me. The only thing that does is standing over there with your phone.” Moon stood up. Then, glancing at Viper, he received the nod he’d been waiting for before looking back at the biker. “Get to your feet.” Moon handed his knife to Viper as the biker stumbled to his feet.

Glaring at him, the biker pressed a hand to the wound on his stomach that was bleeding profusely. “You think you’re so fucking bad.” He sneered at him as he derided him, “You had to get me half dead before you could take me on. I hope you do go after Rick. You really will be The Last Riders.”

Loosening his neck muscles by tilting his head from side to side, Moon braced his feet apart as he let the fury he had been holding back take full reign. “Maybe so … but you won’t be alive to see it.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

Fumbling to close the front clasp of her bra, Larissa nearly jumped out of her skin when the curtain was flung to the side.

She swung around so the front part of her body wouldn’t be exposed, then hastily reached for the hospital gown she had removed when hard hands turned her around.

Being confronted with Moon’s harsh visage made her wish she had begged the doctor, who had just left, to admit her into the hospital.

His inscrutable expression gave her no clue as to his mood, but his stormy eyes showed rage not as easily disguised.

Taking in what she was doing, Moon grasped the two parts of the bra and easily slid the front closer in place. His eyes moved down from her bra to the white bandage placed over the wound on the side of her abdomen.

“The baby is fine,” she said huskily. “We both are. He barely broke my skin.”

The only discernable reaction Moon showed was to place his hand on the swell of her belly, as if to reassure himself that his child was safe.

“I shouldn’t haven’t gone to Jamestown before talking to you,” she admitted. “Sex Piston told me that you had seen the bikers and alerted Viper, and he shared the information with Stud. You didn’t want me at the sale in case the bikers were looking to cause trouble.”

Removing his hand from her abdomen, Moon reached for her top lying on the hospital bed. He picked it up and lifted it over her head to help her put it on. Once she was wearing the soft coral top, he handed her over her pants.

His silence spoke volumes. She could tell he was furious at her.

Sitting down on a chair, she maneuvered herself into the pants then slid her feet into the sandals he dropped in front of her.

“Please don’t be mad. All you had to do was tell me why you didn’t want me to go to the rummage sale.”

“Larissa.” Moon’s harsh expression tightened until the muscles in his jaw became visible. “We’ll discuss this when we’re home. Until then, I suggest you don’t say anything.”

Deciding to accept his advice, she remained seated, staring at the clock on the wall until the nurse knocked on the glass door before coming though the curtain.

“I have your discharge papers.”

After listening to her discharge instructions, she rose from the chair. “Thank you for all your help.”

“You’re certainly welcome.”

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