Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
The concern in Lucky’s gaze only compounded that his initial gut instinct had been right. Lucky was just as uneasy at the sight of the unknown bikers as he was.
“Fucking trouble. Where are Nickel and Rider?”
“Rider went to the bank for cash and change, and Nickel went to the gas station for ice. They should have been back by now.”
“Be nice if they were here,” Moon stated the obvious as the nomad bikers reached the point in the road where they could enter the church parking lot.
It was anti-climactic as they watched them continue to ride past.
“Damn.” Lucky gave a loud sigh of relief. “I was worried for a second there.”
Moon was as surprised as Lucky sounded until it became clear why the nomad bikers hadn’t stopped. The Last Riders were giving them an escort out of town. His gut muscles didn’t relax as his eyes met the last biker riding in front of The Last Riders.
His long, dirty blond hair hung to his shoulders as the biker’s gaze took in the parking lot.
As the out-of-town bikers passed, Viper and Reaper swung their bikes into the parking lot, stopping next to Lucky and him.
“They don’t seem too happy,” Moon remarked, his gut still clenched despite the bikers being almost out of sight.
“They aren’t.” Viper turned his motor off. “We showed up just as they were about to ride. They said they had just stopped for the night to rest and get some sleep before moving on. They want to grab a bite to eat before leaving. I told them our restaurants suck and to move along.”
Lucky looked at Viper skeptically. “They? Who was in charge?”
“None of them admitted to being their leader.” Viper’s scowl showed he didn’t believe them.
“I’m willing to bet it was the one riding the black and silver vintage Vespas. Most of the others seemed to be riding secondhand crotch rockets.”
“I agree.” Reaper kept his eyes on his wife as she repacked the canning jars back into her boxes. “What is Ginny doing?”
The men all turned their head to look toward Ginny.
“Moon bought out her stall and told her to go home. He also bought out Beth’s and was about to buy out Lily’s,” Lucky explained.
Reaper’s gaze turned back to Moon’s. “You were getting the women out of danger.”
“I knew if they spotted your women, they would stop.”
Reaper gave him a curt nod. “Thanks for having our back.”
Moon returned his nod. “Anytime. I was just lucky I caught the red light and spotted their bikes behind the motel.”
Lucky made a twisted face. “I shouldn’t have let Nickel and Rider leave. I wanted to keep the women in one place.”
Viper took his own share of the responsibility. “I fucked up. I should have sent more men. I’ve been so busy watching the club after Pace’s death that I failed to take into account what the women could be stepping into in town.”
Moon felt bad for Viper. The Last Riders’ president never failed to hold himself responsible, even when shit was out of his control.
“You sent them with Nickel and Rider and knew Lucky was here.”
“I’m not exactly chopped liver,” Lucky joked, but there was no humor on his face.
“You warn Stud they’re heading his way?” Moon asked.
Viper nodded. “The Destructors will meet them as they come off the bridge and let them know Jamestown’s restaurants aren’t any better.”
Reaper was still facing the direction the bikers had gone. “What do you think they were really in town for? You think they were just passing through?”
Moon felt the vibration coming from his phone. “No, I don’t. I think it was a scouting mission. I think they’re part of a bigger group, testing the waters.”
He reached for his phone and pulled up his text messages, seeing Larissa had sent him a message.
Our morning appointment was canceled. Going to have lunch with Sex Piston in Jamestown since you don’t want me to have any fun at the church.
“Fuck,” Moon snarled as he hurried toward his bike.
“What?” Viper called out after him.
“Larissa is heading for Jamestown.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
She was five minutes in the drive toward Jamestown when Larissa regretted overreacting to Moon not wanting her to go to the church’s fundraiser. How had she forgotten there wasn’t even a gas station between the two towns?
Mistakes had been made, she admitted to herself. If she hadn’t already told Sex Piston that she was on her way, she would have turned around and gone back to Treepoint.
Drumming her fingers on the steering wheel, she stopped chiding herself. Crazy Bitch was going to join their lunch to bring the children she was fostering so when she wrote a letter to Eryn, she could tell her how they were doing. So far, the two younger children were thriving under Crazy Bitch’s care, and Lennon had developed a bond with Ginny and taken to staying with her.