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 gritted his teeth, sitting down in the chair next to him. “I’ll go, but only because I respect you, brother.”
“Don’t do me any favors.”
Viper’s sarcasm caused Moon to wince. When Viper wanted to cut you down, he didn’t need a blade.
Aware he was skating on thin ice, he moved toward safer ground. “Brother, I realize I’m a pain in the ass.” He ran his sweaty palms down his jean-clad thighs. “I swear I don’t go looking for this shit to happen to me. I didn’t expect Dream to go off the rails and start lying about me, and I damn sure didn’t expect for someone to sneak into my room, other than who normally comes in there. Just figure it out for me—fast.”
“I’ll do the best I can.” Viper eyed him challengingly. “I love you, brother. I’ve put up with you for a long time, but you’re coming close to insubordination. It was your decision to step down as president of the Ohio chapter.” He sighed. “There comes a time the disadvantages of you being a Last Rider outweigh the advantages.” Viper rose from behind the desk to study him, as if debating to rip him apart or throw him out of the club.
“I’ve seen you fuck six women in a row and not give a flying fuck who they were. Why are you suddenly willing to get thrown out of the club over this one?”
Moon wasn’t stupid; he had seen brothers thrown out for a lot less than he had done when a member caused turmoil within the club. Viper’s patience wasn’t infinite, and he had gone past where other brothers had ventured.
“I have no fucking clue.” Moon fidgeted in his chair. “Whoever she is felt different to me than other women I’ve been with. She’s stuck in my head.”
Viper placed his hands on the desk as he leaned back. “Like I said, I’ll do what I can to find out who she is. Until then, do you think you can go back to Ohio without starting shit there, or maybe you should take a break from the club? When’s the last time you went to see your mom?”
“It’s been a few,” Moon admitted. “I don’t want a break. I’ll keep out of everyone’s hair.”
“I’m taking your word on it, Moon. Next time, I won’t give you the option.”
Moon reluctantly nodded.
“Make sure you apologize to Winter before—”
The phone on the desk rang, interrupting him. Viper went back around the desk and answered the phone.
“Yes, Knox?”
Moon couldn’t hear what the other brother said as Viper listened. He started to rise to give him some privacy but sat back down when Viper motioned him to stay.
“I’ll take care of it,” Viper said before lowering the phone, disconnecting the call.
“Knox needs someone to do a wellness check on a woman. The woman is pregnant and isn’t answering her calls. The person who reported the woman missing called to say her midwife is on her way to check what’s going on, but she is worried because of a past history of domestic violence and doesn’t want her to go alone. Knox is on his way but wants some backup. His other deputy is working an assault, and he has to leave the other one in town in case of an emergency.”
Moon rose. “Text me the address. Did Knox say who called in the report?”
“The midwife’s sister. Get started on the way. I’m going to send Nickel, too.”
Hurrying out of the office, Moon made his way to his bike.
He started his bike then checked the address Viper sent him.
“Fuck.”
He wondered how long of a head start the midwife had on Knox as he pulled out of the parking lot. Depending on where Knox was when they had called in, he could beat him there. Thank fuck he had adopted the habit of always keeping his weapon on him.
He deliberately gauged his speed despite the sense of urgency, which was increasing with each mile. The area of the address was off the main road. He would be surprised if it even had a paved road.
When he had first come to Kentucky, he discovered homes had been built in the dense woods, making it nearly impossible to reach. It still amazed him how the homeowners managed to get in and out unless they were on foot.
Slowing, he looked at the GPS, checking for the turnoff. When he sighted the break in the trees, he held on to the handlebars as he gradually turned into the rutted dirt road.
“Dammit,” he swore. If the road got much worse, he would be better off parking the bike and making his way on foot.
He was about to say to hell with it when large pieces of gravel almost sent him flying over his handlebars. Only the sense of urgency kept him going.