Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“What has the club ever done to you?” Luna asked.
Mac stopped. “Done for me? You think that piece-of-shit club has done anything for me?” He tutted. “I had a plan, and you, you fucking slut, have ruined it. If Matthew wants you to live, he’s going to come alone. Then when I get rid of you, I’ll have the club eating out of the palm of my hand.”
“Why do you hate them?” Luna asked. “They … they’re this town. They keep it freaking safe.”
“Safe? This is coming from a girl who nearly got knocked up by that piece of shit. You think he’s any different now than he was back then?”
“How did you know about that?” Luna asked.
“Mary. She was always chatting about everything going on in her life. Mary, the woman who was supposed to be freaking mine.” He slammed his hand against his chest.
This was not the Mac she remembered. This was a man filled with anger and spite. A man who wanted to hurt the club so badly.
“She’s married to— She’s Pike’s,” Luna said.
“Yeah, she is his now that he has decided to keep her for himself, but he told me. He told me that I could have her, and what does he do? He comes back and takes her.”
Luna didn’t understand any of this. She’d been a kid then, and she hadn’t made it a habit to follow Trojan MC politics.
“Why the drugs? Why are you framing the Trojans?” She had to keep him talking, but she froze as he pulled out a gun.
“Why the drugs? Because they are so fucking easy to use.” He threw back his head and laughed. “Now, I suggest you stay very still.”
Luna held her hands up. “You don’t want to kill me.”
“You’re right. I don’t, but you’re a liability. It’s a shame. I kind of had a soft spot for you. The fat girl no one wanted. Not even the Prez’s little spoiled brat.”
She smiled. “Do you think that is going to, what? Upset me? You think I haven’t heard those kinds of insults before and a whole host of others?”
Mac gritted his teeth.
“Trust me. I’ve heard them. I have lived through them, and it’s going to take a lot more than you shouting that shit at me to make me cry.” Luna stared at Mac. Her heart raced, and she felt sick to her stomach.
Her cell phone was destroyed, and as far as she knew, only Matthew was on the way to the diner.
The freaking town was silent. Unbelievable. Not a soul around. This was just her luck.
“All of this is about revenge? You want to get back at the club? At Pike because he took a girl from you?”
“Mary is not just some girl.”
“Some woman, then. Do you seriously believe you’re going to get away with this?”
“I believe the Trojans need to die. I am sick of their fucking bikes. Their men, their women. All of it. I want them gone from this town. I want them gone from everything.”
There was no mistaking Mac’s thoughts. He was well and truly disgusted by them.
“You can’t tell me that you haven’t thought about it.”
Luna stared at him, amazed. “Thought about what?”
“Taking them out. Matthew used you and dumped you. He treated you like trash. Something to use. You’re nothing to him. Do you think he’s ever going to change?”
Luna licked her lips. “Why don’t you just shoot me and get it over with?”
“I need Matthew alive to get what I want.”
She heard the unmistakable sound of a bike, and panic filled her. “This isn’t going to stop. The Trojans MC are here to stay.”
Matthew was closing in, and she couldn’t let him die. His bike came to a stop, and Mac smiled.
“It looks like he has turned into a good boy that can follow orders,” Mac said.
She turned her attention to the window, and there was Matthew. He climbed off his bike, and Mac pulled out a second gun. She had no idea if he was able to use both guns at the same time.
This wasn’t going how she hoped.
All I wanted was to get my freaking cell phone.
Matthew entered the diner and held his hands up. “Mac, you don’t want to do this.”
“No offense, son, but I’m not going to be taking advice from a snot-nosed little shit.”
“Let Luna go.”
“Call your dad,” Mac said.
“Don’t do it, Matthew. He’s insane. He wants to destroy the club.”
“Shut your fucking mouth.”
Mac fired his gun, and Luna flinched away from it, but he didn’t fire at anyone. It was merely a warning shot.
“The next one is going in your girlfriend’s forehead,” Mac said. “Now, make the call.”
She tried to think of what she could say to distract Mac. To do anything that would put his focus away from Matthew.
“Don’t do it, Matthew. Don’t let him win. This is all about Mary. He wants to destroy you all. Please. Don’t do it.”