Page 85 of Moon's Promise

“I meant I don’t have it with me. I can call you when I get home.”

“And exactly where is that?” he asked in a pseudo-sweet tone.

“Jet!”

Moon felt the floor move as heavy footsteps came up behind him. It was the man who gave him beef about cutting the line.

“Yeah?” he asked Sex Piston.

“This motherfucker won’t leave us alone.”

Jet turned to face him. “You going to leave, or are we going to have a problem?”

Moon glanced around the restaurant. Everyone was watching, thanks to Sex Piston’s loud-ass mouth.

“I’ll leave. I’ll wait outside for you, Larissa. Like I said, we need to talk. There’s no reason to make this difficult, is there?” he asked meaningfully.

“Jet …” Sex Piston growled out.

Moon saw Jet’s hand moving toward him. “I let you touch me once and let you get away with it. Touch me again, and I’ll take you out.”

Jet dropped his hand. Then, leaning slightly forward, he muttered under his breath, “You really want to start a fight where two pregnant women could get hurt?”

Moon’s jaw clenched. It went against his grain to back down, but he did.

“I wouldn’t count on me doing this again,” Moon warned him.

Jet gave him a look that told him he had received the message.

“I’ll be outside, Larissa.” Moon left the restaurant. He got on his bike, rode around the door, then positioned himself on the side where he could see into the restaurant where Larissa was sitting.

Lighting a cigarette, he decided to give her until he finished his cigarette before going back inside. He would send Jet flying out the fucking window …

As he smoked, he planned exactly how he was going to do it when the roar of motorcycles could be heard coming down the street.

Moon narrowed his eyes to find Stud, the president of the Destructors, riding lead in front of his men. One by one, they rolled into the parking lot, stopping in front of him.

Looking past Stud, Moon could see Sex Piston’s gloating smile through the window.

The bitch had just raised the ante.

CHAPTER THIRTY

“Stud.”

“Moon.”

“I guess I don’t need to ask why you’re here.”

“I guess not.”

“All I want to do is talk to her.”

“She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

The back and forth was getting him nowhere.

“Larissa took off without telling me she was pregnant.”

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