Page 79 of Moon's Promise

Moon looked at the doctor for the answer to his question.

All that one did was raise a lofty eyebrow at him.

“Okay … I see how it’s going to be.” He gave them an unconcerned shrug. “Your family is going to regret screwing me over.”

The doctor curled her lip in disgust. “I believe my sister already regrets screwing you,” she said bluntly. “You can leave before I call the sheriff.”

Moon opened his mouth then snapped it closed. He would find Larissa, and she would regret not telling him about the baby.

As he marched to the door, he heard Priscilla’s parting shot.

“GOODBYYYYE!”

Blade took one look at his face when he stepped onto the porch before he quickly opened the door for him. Moon didn’t spare him a glance as he went inside, intent on regaining his equilibrium.

Feeling as if he had been thrown for a loop and was yet to regain his bearings, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey to pour himself a glass while disregarding Train and Rider as if they weren’t sitting at the bar, drinking beer.

Under their scrutiny, he drank a hefty amount of whiskey then poured himself another generous amount. The brothers broke off from their conversation and eyed the nearly empty whiskey bottle.

“Who pissed in your cereal?”

Moon turned a deaf ear to Rider’s question to focus on Train.

“Killyama’s midwife, where is she?”

Train’s disdainful expression showed he wasn’t ready to let bygones be bygones.

Fuck! He hated to admit that holding a grudge with the brothers for so long was biting him in the ass. They had all attempted to breach the gap he had placed between them, except for Reaper— that mean fucker couldn’t care less—but he had held on to his anger.

“Why should I tell you jackshit?”

There was nothing on earth which would get him to lower his pride, except one thing—his child.

“I think I knocked her up,” he stated, pouring himself another splash of whiskey.

Train raised a surprised brow. “You don’t know?”

Moon lifted the glass to his lips and slung the whiskey to the back to his throat. “Her sisters won’t tell me where she is,” he admitted in a choked voice.

“Then I don’t know what to say. You could go ask Killyama,” Train suggested with an evil smile. “I’ll even go with you.”

What the hell? Did he have sucker stamped on his forehead? “I’ll call.”

Train’s smile grew wider. “Good choice.”

Moon took out his cell phone and scrolled through his contact list before he found Killyama’s name, then pushed the call button.

The phone rang several times before it was answered.

“What in the fuck do you want?” Killyama snarled.

His balls clenched in fear. “Hello … This is Moon.” He winced at how lame he sounded.

“No shit. Tell me something I don’t know, like why in the fuck you’re calling me?”

Moon shifted, trying to jiggle his balls loose. “I was … I need to get in touch with your midwife. Do you happen to have her address or phone number?”

“I sure do.” Killyama’s voice dripped honey.

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