Chapter 59
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
M oon forcibly swung the factory door open so hard that the workers were caught off guard. Hell, they should be grateful he didn’t have the physical strength to rip it off the building.
“What the fuck?” Train glared at him, setting his coffee down on the worktable after spilling the contents down the front of his shirt.
“Sorry,” Moon apologized, striding to the workboard. “That woman would make a man want to take a dive off a twelve-foot diving board into a pool of concrete.”
He stormed to the postage weighing station, where he picked up the first package in the cart to set it down on the scale. Reading the weight, he clicked the numbers on the machine then pressed the button to print the postage.
“That sucks,” Train commiserated with him, tearing a wad of paper towels off the roll sitting on the next table to mop at his shirt. “Killyama might drive me nuts sometimes, but I’ve never wanted to dive into concrete.”
Moon looked at Train questioningly. “You think I’m talking about Larissa?”
Train frowned. “Who were you talking about, then?”
“Her fucking mom. I’m about to kick her ass back to Bowling Green.”
“Larissa might have something to say about that.” Moving to stand next to him, Train picked up the package he had just weighed to redo it.
“I’d be doing her a fucking favor.” Moon snorted. “That bitch is so toxic that a warning sign should be tattooed onto her damn ass.”
Train burst into laughter. “She can’t be that bad.”
“She’s a fucking nightmare.” Moon picked up another package, slamming it onto the scale. “From the moment Kendra hit town, she’s made my life a living hell.”
“How?”
“She was supposed to be staying with Lana and Priss, but somehow, that fucking bitch has managed to worm herself into Larissa’s spare bedroom. She cleans from the moment she gets up until bedtime. Heaven forbid if I leave a glass on the counter; she’ll put in the sink before I can even finish it. And if I have to eat one more vegetarian meal, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.”
Train took the postage stamp away before Moon could place it on the package. “I’m sure she just wants Larissa to be healthy.”
Moon glared at him. “Bullshit. The bitch is constantly needling Larissa about how much weight she’s gained. Even told her she should go to yoga five days a week instead of two. I found Larissa crying in the bathroom when I got off working yesterday. Kendra had found her cookie stash and threw them away.”
Train winced. “The ones you just bought for her?”
“Yes,” Moon snarled, picking up another package, but Train took it away from him.
Moon threw himself down on the chair at the workstation and watched as Train started doing the mail.
“And you want to know how my damn day started this morning?” Moon continued his rant.
“Sure.” Train didn’t seem sure, but Moon didn’t care. The other brothers had returned to work.
“When I walked into the kitchen this morning, I nearly cracked my skull open. The battle ax had mopped the floor!” Moon slammed his fist down onto the worktable. “Who in the fuck mops the kitchen floor at six in the morning?” he snarled.
“Someone who wants to take your ass out.” Razer’s amused voice could be heard from the office to the side.
The workers around him broke into laughter, proving the motherfuckers had been listening.
“Bitch is lucky I didn’t wrap that mop handle around her throat.” Vindictively, he replayed this morning, except switching the ending of the encounter with a much more satisfying one.
“Sorry, if you’re expecting any sympathy from me, you’re not going to get it. I’d rather deal with Larissa’s mother than Sex Piston and that band of bitches constantly in my grill.”
Moon grimaced. The brother did kind of have a point.
He stood back up and took the package away from Train that he was about to weigh. He was calmer now that Train made him realize his situation could be worse, much worse.
After watching him for several minutes, Train must have decided it was safe to leave the equipment with him and went back to his own station.
As he worked, Moon didn’t join in with the conversations going on around him, his mind elsewhere.
It was only when Train tapped him on the shoulder that he realized Train had been trying to get his attention.
“Sorry, what did you say?”
Train gave him a speculative glance. “I asked if you were ready to get some lunch.”
“I’m good. I’m going to finish this cart and take off for the rest of the day.”
“Brother, I wouldn’t do whatever you’re planning.”
Not bothering to deny he had any plans, Moon continued weighing the packages.
He heard Train’s exasperated sigh as he walked out the factory door but didn’t change his mind. The bitch had sealed her fate when he landed on his ass in front of her. Who mops the floor at six in the morning? The bitch was trying to take him out.
Kendra had been making his life miserable since she had contrived to stay in Larissa’s house instead of with her other two daughters. He was smart enough to discern it wasn’t because she shared a closer relationship with Larissa, nor that it was because of the baby. No, there was more to it than that. He had a strong suspicion exactly what the bitch was up to.
Working through the lunch hour, he finished the mail cart before wheeling it into the back of the factory. He keyed his ID code into the keypad, and the two doors swung open for him to wheel the cart through, then they automatically swung closed after him.
After he pushed the cart next to the loading area to place it next to the other carts with filled orders, he walked to the sign-in sheet to mark the corresponding number on the cart, writing his initials as being the one who had wheeled the cart into the bay area.
He hung the clipboard back onto the wall, then gave Nickel, who was sitting in the security room, a casual wave as he walked back to the metal door. As he neared, the doors automatically swung open. However, he came to an abrupt stop as he stared at the door.
“I’ll be motherfucking …”
Striding back inside the factory, he went to the office. Razer looked up when he walked through the open door.
“I know you’re leaving.” Watching him from over the computer monitor, Razer let his irritation show. “I heard you tell Train. You could have asked me first—”
“Forget that.” Moon shut the door. “Call Viper and Shade.”
M oon waited until Viper and Shade texted him that they were waiting in the security room before he started making his way there. He keyed in his ID number, walked through the metal doors, and then Viper buzzed him through as he neared the security door.
Nickel, Viper, and Shade eyed him expectantly as he came through the doorway. Then Viper gave him a searching look as Moon motioned Nickel to give him the seat at the control monitor.
“You son of a bitch.” Viper grinned at him. “You figured it out, didn’t you?”
Giving Viper a gloating smile, Moon sat down at the keyboard, his fingers quickly pressing down on the keys to pull up the footage he wanted. “Oh yeah.”
Their gazes centered on the monitor as the video he wanted came up. He pressed Play , and the security footage started rolling. Two factory workers were loading the numbered mail carts into the freight truck.
“Watch and learn,” Moon instructed them.
Nickel stared at him quizzically. “What are we looking for?”
Moon stared at the screen intently, watching the two workers push the carts up the loading ramp. “Not what—who.”