Page 211 of Moon's Promise

“I know who he’s supposed to be.” Killyama eyed the warlord as if she were about to rip his costume off. “I meant, who is in the fucking costume?”

“Oh … I have no idea. You’d have a better clue than I would.” Larissa couldn’t take her eyes off the warlord. “He must have spent a fortune on that costume.”

“Worth every fucking cent, however much it was.”

She had to agree. Whoever it was seemed to have all the accessories. He even had a choker grasped in his gloved hand.

“Is Train coming as anyone?”

Killyama shrugged. “I forget.”

The warlord strode across the room to where Viper and Winter were standing in their Zorro costumes.

Was it her, or did the man in the costume move the same way the actor did in the show?

Larissa tilted her head to get a better view when a man dressed as the Phantom of the Opera blocked it.

“Do you think he’s a recruit or a Last Rider?”

Killyama braced her elbows on the bar to continue to gawk at the warlord. “From how long Viper is talking to him, he’s a Last Rider. He doesn’t give new recruits the time of day at parties.”

“Warlord from Hell is really popular. Moon got all the brothers watching—”

Killyama shot her a speculative glance. “Could he be Moon?”

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE

Could the man dressed as the warlord from Warlord from Hell be Moon? Larissa gave Killyama’s question a fleeting thought before having to admit that, as much as she wanted the fake warlord to be Moon, it wasn’t.

“I wish.” Disappointed, she tore her gaze away from the warlord and looked back to Killyama. “Moon wouldn’t go to the effort. When I pressured him about what he was wearing, he finally decided on sweatpants and a hula hoop. He didn’t think anyone would go to any trouble over their outfits. That’s why I was coming as a bad Sandy.”

Killyama became piercingly direct. “Dump his dumb ass.”

“Maybe he didn’t know,” she hazarded to guess. “He isn’t living with The Last Riders anymore and wasn’t aware how all-out everyone was going to be.”

“Either that or the conniving motherfucker didn’t want any of the other brothers sniffing after you while he was working.”

“Moon trusts me. He knows I wouldn’t cheat on him.”

“That’s your second mistake.”

Larissa kept her face straight as she saw Train come up behind Killyama to listen.

“What was my first?”

“Falling in love with him right off the bat just because you had sex. No one is that go—”

Train took a step forward, sliding an arm around her waist.

Larissa would have burst out laughing, but she was afraid Killyama would kill her right after she took her husband out.

Surprised at being grabbed from behind, as she turned around, Killyama reacted by throwing her arm in an attempt to smash Train in the face with her elbow. Luckily, Train must have expected the reaction, catching her arm mid-air and using her momentum to propel Killyama behind the bar counter. Pinned on three sides with the bar counter on one side, and the liquor wall on the other, she was maneuvered to the wall at the end of the bar.

Seeing Train going down for a kiss and Killyama not stopping him was like discovering your idol had feet of clay. Damn, if a mighty warrior like Killyama could be brought down with a kiss, what chance did she have to bring Moon to his knees? Secretly aspiring to have the confidence and assertiveness which Killyama had an overabundance of, she hoped some of it would rub off on her.

Eh … even the strongest warriors needed a night off.

When the kissing started getting touchy-feely, Larissa moved slightly away from the bar to give them some privacy.

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