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)
Her mother shook her head. “I thought we would wait until we know how far apart the contractions are.”
Giving her an exasperated look, she pointed at her cell phone. “Call him.”
“Do I have to? Can’t it wait until the baby graduates high school?”
“Mom!”
“All right, all right. I’m just teasing you to lighten the situation. I’ll call the son of a bitch.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
“How much longer we going to sit back and watch this crap and not do anything?” Moon complained to Shade and Viper as they all watched the live security monitor.
“Until we know who killed Pace.” Viper gestured toward the monitor. “The camera at the club shows he wasn’t there. They’ve been lying low. Shade and Reaper haven’t seen any evidence of him meeting any of The Last Riders away from the factory. So, how are they passing off what’s stolen?”
“I vote we ask the motherfucker.” Moon was pacing back and forth in the small booth. He wanted to quit wasting time and beat the information out of the thief.
Viper swiveled in the computer chair. “Whoever’s behind this is the ringleader. I don’t want the little peon. I want the head.”
“Between Cash and me, we can get—”
Moon broke off to mute his phone, but when he saw it was Kendra, he accepted the call. That bitch of a mother of hers wouldn’t call him if her life depended on him answering.
“Yes?”
“Larissa is in labor.”
A rush of fear bombarded at him. Staring at Viper and Shade, he blanked out for a moment, his mind going to all the terrible things that could happen if anything went wrong during the delivery.
“Moon?” Kendra’s voice came over the phone.
“Moon?” Viper asked, seeing his reaction.
“I’m on my way.” Feeling as if he had swallowed a frog, Moon disconnected the call.
“I need to leave. Larissa is in labor.”
Both men stared at him inquiringly when he made no move to leave.
Viper’s lips quirked into a smile. “Shade, perhaps you should drive him.”
Shade stood up to take one of the vehicle keys off the pegboard on the wall. “Let’s go. She already at the hospital?”
“No, she’s having the baby at home,” he croaked out. The event he had been looking forward to had taken on a nightmare quality.
“Brother, it’s going to be all right,” Viper sympathetically assured him.
Moon nodded, steely determination settling into his mind, clearing the fear that had struck him unexpectedly. “She will be … right after I drag her ass to the hospital.”
Moon rushed into the bedroom, only to find himself sprawled out face-first on a sheet of plastic. Stunned, he just lay there, trying to gather his scattered wits and pondering when his life had gotten so out of control.
When he raised his head, he was faced with a variety of expressions on the faces staring down at him.
Lana was standing by the end of the bed, looking at him in concern. “Are you all right?”
Apologies were written all over Priss’ face as she bent down, trying to help him up. “I was laying out the birthing pool. I was going to move it the side once I was able to find an electrical socket the cord could reach.”
While the other two were filled with concern over his fall, the wicked bitch from Bowling Green was making no effort to hide her amusement.
“You wouldn’t fall so much if you looked where you were walking,” she advised him with a smirk.
Ignoring Priss’ outstretched hand, Moon got to his feet. He shook his hair out of his face, then opened his mouth to give the bitch a piece of what was left of his mind when a low moan came from the bed. Feeling the color wash out of his face, he stumbled over a cord, barely managing to save himself. He sat down on the bed before he hurt himself further and kicked the cord away.
“Are you okay?”
She grinned at him. “I was going to ask you that question.”
Moon gave Kendra a thunderous expression. “Your family is trying to take me out, aren’t they?”
Larissa rolled her eyes at him. “You’re being ridiculous.”
Deciding not to argue the obvious, he took her hand. “How far apart are the contractions?”
“They’re are about ten minutes apart,” Lana answered from next to him. “She hasn’t gone into active labor yet.”
“Good.” Moon bent down to slide an arm underneath her shoulders, the other under her knees.
Larissa gave a startled scream when he started lifting her. “What are you doing?”
“We’re going to the hospital. My baby is going to be born there, like ninety-nine percent of the population.”
“Moon, put me down!” she shrieked at him. “I’m having the baby here.”
“Nope, you’re having the baby in the hospital,” he argued, fighting off the sudden dizziness assailing him.
Afraid he would drop her with how dizzy he felt, he laid her back on the bed.
“I’ll be back in a second.” Reaching out to hold on to the headboard, he waited until the room quit spinning.