Fuck. There was no choice.
She had to call Matthew.
Another scream came from the woman, and Luna pressed her cell phone to her ear, trying to stay as silent as possible.
“Luna, babe, now is not a good time.”
“You need to come to the diner,” she said.
“What?”
“Something bad is happening, and I think, I think Mac is your problem.”
“Luna, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know about the drugs. I know about the bad shit that goes on in the club. Your dad knows that you told me, and I was doing everything I could to protect you, but this is bad. I think he’s going to kill someone.”
Luna stopped and froze as the noise level from the kitchen had gone silent.
Shit.
She had closed her eyes for just a second, but as she opened them, she saw someone had stopped right in front of her.
A scream fell from her lips, and then, she was grabbed by her hair and lifted out of her hiding spot.
“What the fuck are you doing back here?” Mac asked.
Pain radiated from her head, and he snatched her cellphone from her. He laughed.
“Matthew,” he said.
She didn’t like him saying Matthew’s name. Her heart pounded inside her chest as Mac started to speak.
No. He shouldn’t be talking to Matthew.
“Get your dad!” Luna yelled to be heard.
With the hold he had on her hair, Mac threw her across the room. She fell against the tables and pain filled her whole body.
“If you want your bitch to live, I suggest you come alone,” Mac said. Then he dropped her cell phone to the ground and stomped on it.
“It’s you,” Luna said. “You’re the one bringing the bad drugs that are killing people.” She looked past his shoulder toward the kitchen.
She couldn’t see anyone, and Mac laughed.
“What’s the matter? Afraid of what I’ve got waiting for you?” he asked.
“You were…” It was coming together inside her head. “You were going to attempt to frame the Trojans MC, weren’t you?”
He tutted. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re too smart for your own good?”
“That’s why you keep closing the store. It’s why you’ve changed.”
Mac shoved a table out of his way, and Luna was already on her feet, trying to escape. Her hip hurt. Her face hurt. Her head hurt. Every single part of her was on fire in pain, but right now, she was so fucking pissed off that she had been working for a fucking traitor.
“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, andyou, 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.”