Page 224 of Moon's Promise

“Yes. The thought of Kendra raising my son without one of us gives me nightmares.”

Neither said anything, and then Moon’s cell phone ringing broke the momentary silence.

“Yeah?”

“The truck is ten minutes away,” Shade informed him.

“I’m on my way.”

Disconnecting the call, he picked the folders up off the floor and set them back on the table. “I have to go. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“I’m going out to run some errands and find a place for Jace and me to eat. I would appreciate it if you would come, take your things, and move back into The Last Riders’ until my family can move in here. It shouldn’t take long for them to get their things moved in. Tomorrow, I’ll find a lawyer to come up with a custody agreement that we both can agree on. We’ve said all that needs to be said. I’ll text you my lawyer’s number tomorrow. Unless it pertains to setting up a time to see Jace, I prefer you not send me any further communication. In case you’re not getting what I’m saying: we are over. I’m sorry to beat you to the finish line. You’ll just have to be satisfied with succeeding in hurting me since that was your goal all along.”

He raised his cell phone in order to call Viper and tell him that he was needed here when Larissa’s expression broke.

“Please leave.”

“Dammit. I’m going, but we aren’t done talking, not by a long shot.”

“Yes, we are,” she stated firmly. “I’m done making concessions with you, Moon. Anything else, you’ll have to fight for.”

CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE

“Hey, Moon!”

Cutting his engine, Moon swung his leg off the motorcycle.

Saffron was sitting provocatively on Jesus’ motorcycle while Jesus and Train worked on Pace’s.

Moon kept his gaze focused on her body from the neck up. “Saffron. You keeping Jesus and Train entertained?” he commented with a hard glance in the brothers’ direction.

Pouting, Saffron leaned forward between Jesus’ handlebars, showing off her jutting, braless breasts. “I want a ride to the store, but I can’t convince anyone to take me.”

“They’re working,” he clipped out.

“How about you? Could you take me?”

Women using baby talk voices affected him as if someone was running a cheese grater down his back.

“No time. Running late. Back from lunch.” Walking past Saffron, he stopped long enough to issue her a heads-up. “If Killyama sees you hanging around Train when she comes out from working out, that tube top you’re wearing will be used for something other than making it easier for you to flash your tits.”

“Moon!”

Paying no heed to her pretend wail of injured innocence, he continued past her.

“Brother.” Moon caught Train’s amused eyes as he neared the two men. “I would deal with that shit before Killyama does it for you.”

Train straightened from being bent over the motorcycle, elbowing Jesus in the gut to give him space. “Look who’s giving me advice,” Train joked. “I know how to handle my woman. I’m not the one who got his ass kicked Friday night. You worry about your woman, and I’ll worry about mine.”

Moon’s boot halted mid-stride at seeing Killyama coming down the path from the club. The way Train and Jesus were standing, neither man could see the bitch bearing down on them. “Your funeral.” He gave Killyama a two-finger salute as she stalked toward her oblivious husband.

If Viper weren’t waiting for him, he would have waited to watch Train get his ass handed to him. The brother was going to get his comeuppance. He’d have to make sure to save the video feed of the encounter.

He would give his left nut to stay and watch after Train had given him grief about the spat he’d had with Larissa. He wasn’t about to share with the brothers how Larissa fucked liked a juiced-up succubus when she was riled up.

Not about to share that tidbit when he had no intention of sharing her, anyway, Moon looked at it as a public service. Larissa in the wrong hands could be dangerous. He was actually saving their lives, especially if any of the motherfuckers thought they could steal her away from him.

He was buzzed in through the security door and found Viper and Rider sitting at the control desk, their eyes glued to the monitor.

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