Page 69 of Moon's Promise

Moon lay on the ground, blinking up at sky, not knowing how he had fallen. Lowering his eyes downward, he found Reaper standing over him. “I’m going to kill you,” Moon groaned, trying to move into a sitting position. It took a second before he was able to comprehend Reaper had a foot on his chest. “Get off me, you ugly bast—”

“Reaper, I’m not going to tell you fuckers to stop again.”

Thankfully, Viper shoved his brother off him.

He sat up with a groan, holding his ribs. Moon glared vengefully at the three brothers staring down at him, also vengefully.

“You want some more?” he egged them on, using his free hand on the ground to boost his ass up. “Let’s go. Which one of you sons of a bitches wants to make a widow out of your wife? Don’t worry; I’ll make sure they won’t get lonely.”

The backyard turned into a free-for-all. Razer, Viper, and Nickel had to hold Shade back, while he and Reaper went in for the kill …

Larissa heard shouts as she approached the back of The Last Riders’ clubhouse. The backyard was filled with men having a massive brawl. Gaping at the viciousness taking place in front of her, she didn’t know whether to run away or wait until it ended to help those who needed medical aid.

Seeing Moon pop up in the men gave her such a start that she took a backward step. Hearing the words he shouted out about making widows of his friends’ wives and saying he would make sure they wouldn’t be lonely was reprehensible to her.

This was the father of her child? The man who, if she told him that he was going to be a father, would have a part in his life? Hell no. There was no way she would let a child of hers be anywhere near this type of environment.

Disappointed, she watched Train grab Moon, put him a headlock, and from the way he was holding Moon, he seemed to be purposely trying to break his neck.

She was battling with herself about whether to call 911 now or wait until Moon was dead, then made the call. If anyone had the nerve to say she didn’t go above and beyond for her clients, she would tell them about this situation. Train couldn’t be his wife’s birthing partner if he was locked behind bars.

As she reluctantly made the call, she watched the fight become more vicious when Train and Shade ganged up on Moon, all three of them stumbling into the gazebo behind them. The gazebo crumbled on top of them. From the shaking wood on top, Larissa guessed the fighting hadn’t stopped.

“What’s your emergency?” a male voice answered the call.

“I’d like to report a fight in the backyard of The Last Riders’ clubhouse. Do you know where that is?”

“Yes. Who’s involved in the fight?”

“Who isn’t? They all are. You need to send ambulances, too.”

“What is the injury?”

“I can’t see from where I’m standing. They’re under a gazebo.”

“You can’t see under the gazebo?” the calm male voice asked.

“No, I can’t. The gazebo collapsed on top of them.”

“I’m on my way.”

“Please hurry. One of the men was trying to strangle Moon before the gazebo went down. I don’t know if he succeeded.”

“Who was strangling Moon?”

“I have no clue who it was,” she lied. Killyama, you owe me one. “His back was turned. I couldn’t see his face.”

“What’s your name?”

“I prefer to remain anonymous.” God, did she ever.

“You know I’m equipped with caller ID, right?”

“Then why did you ask?” she snapped.

“To see if you would tell me.”

Larissa pulled the cell phone away from her ear to glare at the object. Did she hear humor in his voice?

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