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“I need you to come home. Now.”

Sending the text, she sat down to wait.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT

“You think they’ll go for it today?”

Moon shrugged at Viper’s question. “We’ll know when the truck arrives. We’ve set the stage; that’s all we can do. Either way, they won’t make their move until the truck gets here. You don’t have to stay. I’ll text you when it does.”

“All right. I want them to see me walking to the clubhouse.” Viper stood up, preparing to leave. “Shade, you staying?”

“Yes. I want to make sure the brothers are where we need …”

Moon’s eyes went to his cell phone lying on the desk, missing what Shade was saying to Viper. When he picked it up, he frowned at the message Larissa had sent. What the fuck? She had never sent him a message like that before.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, he turned to Viper before he could leave. “Larissa needs me to come home. Can you send for Reaper to take over here until I get back? I should only be gone for an hour.”

“You want to leave?” Viper scowled.

“Something’s going on with Larissa. I need to go.”

Viper gave him a reluctant nod. “Go, but hurry the fuck up. I’ll stay until Reaper gets here.”

“I’ll be as quick as I can.”

As he rushed out of the security room, he thought about calling Larissa, but if something was going on with the baby, he didn’t want to distract her. She had never asked him to leave work in the time they’d been together.

Striding past Train and Rider as they worked on one of the bikes, he got on his bike without speaking.

He sped home, his mind going through scenarios of what could have happened for him to have to come home so urgently.

Jumping off his bike, he hurried inside.

He was about to head to the bedroom, when he saw Larissa sitting at the dining room table. The utter silence in the house sent tendrils of warning down his spine.

“What’s up?” he asked, walking toward the table, noticing the pallor of her skin. “Are you sick?”

“No.”

Moon came to a stop in the front of the table, seeing the pain-racking look in her eyes.

Larissa’s hand came out to send the folders sitting in front of her skittering across the table toward him. “Can you explain the documents inside to me?” she asked in a voice void of all emotions.

Moon looked down at the folders then back to her. “It would be hard to do since I haven’t read what’s inside.”

“Then look.”

He took a step forward and opened the folder closest to him. He only had to read a couple of sentences. Leaving the folder open, he reached for another, then flipped open the remaining two. “What do you want to know?”

“How much is your fee? According to these files, I can’t afford you.”

“If you want to talk, we’ll talk. But I’m not going to have you cutting snips at me while I am.”

Moon winced at the bitter laugh coming from her lips.

“Only you would expect me to mind my P’s and Q’s after you’ve bankrupted me and my whole family.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

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