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)
“I’ll be there.”
Jerking his arm out of Viper’s grip, he slammed into the house to see Ember running back to the counter.
“You get an eyeful?”
“Sorry, I couldn’t help it when I heard you and Viper arguing outside.”
“Next time, mind your own business.”
Storming out of the kitchen, he took the steps two at a time. He hit his bedroom and shut the door with his foot. Staring around the room, he wanted to tear it apart. Instead, Moon sat down on the side of the bed and buried his head in his hands.
The room felt like a cage to him. He wanted his own damn home. Something with a big backyard so he could throw a ball to his kid. He’d had his backyard designed since he was twenty-five years old.
Raising his head to look around the small room, he felt it closing in around him tighter each day.
He was losing it, and Moon knew he was losing it. Why else would he have goaded Winter to answer his question, other than he was losing his fucking mind? He couldn’t understand why it mattered so fucking much to him who had slipped into his room. Maybe one of the club women had come up with the idea, thinking it was a game to spice the sex up. They had been successful, if so.
The woman had taken over his thoughts so much he had lost his fucking mind enough to insult the club’s president. He’ll be lucky if Viper didn’t give him his marching orders.
Rising from the bed, he threw off his clothes, deciding to go to sleep. Turning the light off, Moon grabbed a pillow as he rolled onto his stomach. He thought he wouldn’t be able to sleep, but the early morning sun woke him when he rolled over.
Yawning, he stretched out, looking toward the clock on his nightstand. Damn, it was only five a.m. It would be several hours before Viper would be at the office at the factory. No one else would be awake, either. And he didn’t feel like working out so early in the morning.
After showering and dressing, he went downstairs to make himself a cup of coffee. Echo and Jade were already looking at the coffee machine, blurry-eyed, as if something was wrong.
“You forget how to make coffee?” he joked, moving to where they stood.
“We’re out of coffee,” Jade said, as if he could make coffee materialize.
“Sorry, I don’t keep a spare bag on me.”
Neither woman appreciated his humor.
“Could you run to the convenience store in town for us?”
“I can.”
Jade smiled at him. “Thanks. We were dreading going out.”
“I’ll be right back.”
Moon left the women working on getting breakfast started. Going to the front closet, he grabbed his thicker jacket and took out the stocking hat he kept in the pocket.
He grimaced as the freezing air hit him when he opened the door to Domino, who moved aside to let him exit.
“You’re going out early.”
Moon closed the door. “It’s cold as a witch’s tit out here,” he observed, drawing his gloves on.
“Not too bad today. Yesterday was worse. Where are you heading so early?”
“Puck must have forgotten coffee when he went to the grocery store yesterday,” Moon told the new prospect.
“I’m out of cigarettes; you mind picking me up a pack?”
Moon reached into his pocket and handed him the smokes. “I’ll grab me another pack. Text me if you want anything else.”
The icy steps were no joke as he went down. And if he hadn’t been awake when he straddled his motorcycle seat, he was when he sat down.
“Motherfucker,” he hissed. “I need to get another life. I’m getting too old to freeze my balls off.”
At least the roads were in good shape, and he made it to the gas station without a problem. Parking at the gas pumps, he fueled his bike before heading inside the convenience store.
Finding the coffee on the shelf, he decided to grab a ready-made cup as the tantalizing aroma filled the store.
He grabbed a lid after making a to-go cup, then went to the front of the store. There was a woman already in line, checking out. Recognizing who it was, he almost decided not to get in line behind her.
Fuck me, he inwardly groaned at seeing the woman from the day before.
“Your advice came in handy last night. I had dinner ready for Mandy after she got off work and did the dishes without her having to ask,” the cashier was telling the woman. “She didn’t cry once before going to bed.”
“That’s good to hear. Being a first-time mother is overwhelming. She needs all the help you can give her. Parenthood is a partnership. It’s not fair to put all the responsibility on her.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m going to do better. I don’t mind telling you it shook me up seeing her crying like that.”