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)
“Moon …” Viper cautioned.
“Don’t worry; I’m not going to kill him … yet. I’m just going to make him wish I did.”
Adeptly, his hand darted out, stabbing the biker in the same place Larissa had been cut.
His defiant attitude changed.
Moon smelled the fear which began permeating the air from him and the other bikers as they watched.
“How were you and the others going to get out of Treepoint after you ditched the bikes?”
The biker’s jaw clenched stubbornly. “Fuck you!” he screamed. “I’m not telling you shit!”
Moon gave him another grin before his hand darted out again to stab the biker on the opposite side. “Answer my question,” he told him coldly. “I hope who you’re protecting is worth dying for.”
“You’re going to kill me, anyway.”
“Maybe … maybe not. Would you rather at least fight for your life than giving it away without a fight?”
“How do I know you’re not lying to me just to get the information?”
“You don’t. You’re just going to have to take my word for it.”
It took two more cuts before the man broke.
“We were going to use the woman to rent a couple of vans,” the biker admitted.
Moon rested his hand on his thigh, keeping to his side of the bargain. “What were you going to do with her after you rented the vans?”
“We would have let her go,” he whined.
“Bullshit.” Moon chose the soft part of the biker’s belly to demonstrate he didn’t appreciate being lied to.
“Okay!” the biker sobbed. “We would have had some fun with her, and then I would have passed her along.”
“That, I believe.” Moon’s hand holding the knife rested back on his thigh. “Who would you have passed her along to?”
“Whoever wanted a piece of ass and was willing for pay for it. She would have been a hot commodity with her being knocked up.”
It was everything he could do not to sink his knife into the biker’s throat. Biding his time instead, he resumed questioning the lowlife.
“Where’s the semi?” He really didn’t give a fuck about the semi, but Greer did. It would give him bragging rights, and Greer loved to brag. He deserved to get more out of the shit he was going to have to cover up than the preserves.
“I don’t know …” Then the biker screamed when Moon started to raise his hand, “I really don’t! We drove it to a truck stop in Sparta, Kentucky. Unloaded the bikes, and I drove it to a truck stop. A hauler was waiting for us. Last I saw it, it was being loaded onto a semi hauler.”
“How much you get paid for the semi?”
“Ten grand.”
“How were you given the money?” Moon asked one question after another.
“I was given the money on delivery.”
“Who hired you?”
“It was friend of mine who just got of prison. He wouldn’t tell me the name of the person who bought the semi. He said I didn’t need to know.”
“What’s the name of your friend?”
“Rick Pine.”
“Where can I find him?”
“I don’t fucking know. When he wants a job done, he calls. Last time I saw him, he was living with some chick in San Diego.”
“Where’s your cell phone?” With his free hand, Moon reached out for the cell phone. After a small hesitation, it was reluctantly placed on his palm.
After giving the phone to Reaper, Moon turned back to the biker. “What’s your password?”
The man snarled out the four digits as he stared at him, his face full of hatred. “You’d better leave it alone. Rick doesn’t like anyone messing around in his business.”
“I can’t say there’s much in life that scares me. The only thing that does is standing over there with your phone.” Moon stood up. Then, glancing at Viper, he received the nod he’d been waiting for before looking back at the biker. “Get to your feet.” Moon handed his knife to Viper as the biker stumbled to his feet.
Glaring at him, the biker pressed a hand to the wound on his stomach that was bleeding profusely. “You think you’re so fucking bad.” He sneered at him as he derided him, “You had to get me half dead before you could take me on. I hope you do go after Rick. You really will be The Last Riders.”
Loosening his neck muscles by tilting his head from side to side, Moon braced his feet apart as he let the fury he had been holding back take full reign. “Maybe so … but you won’t be alive to see it.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
Fumbling to close the front clasp of her bra, Larissa nearly jumped out of her skin when the curtain was flung to the side.
She swung around so the front part of her body wouldn’t be exposed, then hastily reached for the hospital gown she had removed when hard hands turned her around.
Being confronted with Moon’s harsh visage made her wish she had begged the doctor, who had just left, to admit her into the hospital.