“Just out of curiosity, why do you always call him Ned Walker? Why not just Ned, or you know, just Walker?” Matthewasked.
Duke glared at him.
Matthew held his hands up. It wasn’t a stupid question.
“Ned Walker is a force to be reckoned with. He earned his name, and trust me, he may be old, but he is still fucking scary,” Duke said.
“Which is why this should be a whole club matter!” Pike said.
“I’m taking Matthew with me.”
“And you think he won’t see that as a threat?” Pike asked.
“No, because Ned Walker is a family man, which is why The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds are still breathing.”
Chapter Three
Luna didn’t need to work today. She had arrived at the diner only to see aclosedsign on the door. Mac hadn’t sent out any text messages, so she had no choice but to call him.
He’d been rude when he told her to just enjoy the day for what it was, a day off.
This wasn’t like him. Mac never took time off. Never. The diner had always been open from Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year. He always found a reason to be open. This was odd behavior. So freaking odd.
With an entire day to herself, she went out shopping for groceries. The fridge was pretty much bare. Once she got back to her parents’ home, she started to clean. Not that there was any mess. Her mother loved to clean. It was like a hobby, and she was often found doing it most days.
Luna did it as well, cleaning up every single surface, trying to find more dust. She had inherited her mother’s trait of cleanliness. There was not a speck of dust to be found. Not surprising.
She stood in the center of her parents’ living room and rubbed her head. This was real boredom.
Since going to college, she had never been bored. Between work, study, and trying to have a life, she had never just stood around with nothing to do. This was foreign, and it wasn’t right.
Nibbling on her bottom lip, she tried to think of what else she could do. Anything that would be fun, that wouldn’t be boring.
There was only one thing to do—what she had been avoiding.
In the dining room, where she stored her laptop bag, she grabbed her computer, sat down, and flipped it open. She turned it on and waited for it to load, which only took a fewseconds. Once she was logged into her account, she went to the documents and opened the first story she had been working on since before college.
A romance story. A stupid lame one that involved the nerdy fat girl and the hot insane biker. Just seeing the first line had her gritting her teeth, and she slammed down the lid.
Paige Williamson was never supposed to fall in love…
It was a stupid line, one she hated.
But she had changed the name.
Yes.
This wasn’t Luna Daniels’s story. Only, it was. To a point.
She couldn’t do it. Luna had promised herself that if she got the job at the publishing house, not only would she finish her book, she would seek to get it published. That hadn’t happened.
There was no job for her. The publishing house had declined her, which was why she ended up working as a teaching assistant.
She got to her feet, about to make herself some coffee, when there was a knock at her door.
Growing up in Vale Valley, she never had any friends. That wasn’t even putting it mildly. No one had liked her, or if they had, they hadn’t said anything. She had gone through preschool, kindergarten, and all the way up to high school without making any close friends.
Her parents often pitied her, but she hadn’t minded.