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)
Returning to the main street, Moon took a right to head back toward the church instead of going to the club. Lucky was the only brother watching over the women, as far as he could see. If Shade wanted to rip him a new one for being late, so be it. He wanted to hear an all-clear from Viper or Shade before leaving Lucky alone to oversee the women’s protection.
His gut instinct was having a field day. The motorcycles looked like they belonged in a junkyard rather than being on the road. Usually, motorcycle clubs took care of their bikes. Those who didn’t were clubs who mainly spent time on the road, traveling from one state to another, dodging the law after creating chaos for the town they had descended upon.
He was parking his bike when his cell phone rang.
“Yo.”
“Are you watching the motel?” Shade asked in a cold voice, giving no hint if he was worried about the picture he had sent or if he was late for work.
“No. I’m at the church. I didn’t want Lucky here alone without backup.”
“Nickel and Rider should be there,” Shade told him sharply.
“If they are, I don’t see them. Their bikes aren’t here, either.”
“Stay there. We’re on our way.”
Shade didn’t bother saying goodbye, just disconnected the call. He wasn’t surprised when his phone buzzed with a text message, sent out to all The Last Riders to show up at the clubhouse.
Pocketing his cell phone after texting Larissa to stay away from the church sale, he strode over to where the women were arranging their stalls.
“Hi, Moon,” Willa greeted him as she placed quilts on a table. “We aren’t open yet, but feel free to look around.”
“Thanks.”
Walking to the table where Ginny was setting up, he eyed the jars of jelly she was setting out.
“We don’t open for another hour,” she began.
Taking out his wallet, he looked at what had already been set on the table and saw two other boxes she had yet to unpack. “How much are you expecting to make today?”
Ginny smiled at him. “I’m hoping to raise two hundred for the church. I wanted it to be five hundred—Lily usually makes the most, but I’m hoping to win the prize this year—but Gavin and Silas took half of my inventory. They promised to give me the money I lost before I have to turn the money over to the pastor to be counted.”
“What’s the prize?” Trying to mask his interest, he looked toward the stall where Beth was setting up to sell cookies.
“Whoever wins gets their choice of which Sunday school class they want to teach. I want the nursery, and so do most the women.”
“I could help you with that, and you won’t even have to unpack those boxes next to you.”
Ginny stared at him suspiciously. “How?”
“I’ll buy everything you were going to sell today for five hundred.”
She seemed undecided about accepting his offer.
“It wouldn’t be fair to sell it to you before the sale starts.”
“Then, technically, it wouldn’t be fair to count the money from Reaper or Silas if they didn’t buy it from the sale today, either.” He counted out five hundred-dollar bills then took out another three. “I’ll give you the extra three if you deliver them to Larissa’s house. I’ll text you her address. It’s in the new housing development.”
Ginny still stared at the money indecisively.
He placed another two hundred on the pile. “Will that do it?”
She grinned at him. “That’ll do it. I’ll box everything up and put in my car until after the sale. Then I’ll deliver them before going home.”
Shaking his head at her, he stared at her seriously. “Go ahead and pack what’s on the table back in the boxes. I’ll load them into Lucky’s car. He can deliver them for you later today. That way, you can go ahead and leave for home.”
Ginny stared at him curiously, but he was already walking toward Beth’s stall. He didn’t let her get a greeting out. “How much?”
He bought out Beth’s stall then moved on to Lily’s when Lucky finished setting up the tent he was working on and stopped him.
“Brother, save some for the customers.”
Moon raised a brow at him. “You haven’t seen the text messages?”
“No, my phone ran out of charge.” Lucky frowned. “It’s charging inside the church. Is something wrong—”
The loud sounds of motorcycles could be heard coming down the street. Both men turned to look in the direction they were coming from. Lucky, unaware of the bikers staying at the motel, showed no concern at the roaring motors coming closer, whereas Moon narrowed his eyes, hoping it was The Last Riders and not the nomad group.
When the first one came within sight, he took a quick glance around to place each of the women.
Lucky turned to look at him at the same time. “Who in the hell are they?”