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.”
“If you don’t shut your mouth, I’ll kill him,” Mac said. “I will kill Matthew, and I’ll make you watch as I do. I’ll make it hurt.”
Tears filled her eyes, and Matthew stared at her as he put his cell phone on speaker. Duke answered on the fifth or sixth ring.
Luna couldn’t believe what was happening. This wasn’t going to be how it ended.
“What’s up, son?” Duke asked.
“Dad, er, I’m at the diner. There is—”
“Hello, Duke,” Mac said.
“Mac, what’s going on? Did my son forget to bring money or something?”
“If you want to ever see your son again, you are going to do exactly as I say. You’re going to turn yourself in. You’re going to hand yourself in for distributing drugs, and you’re going to take Pike and the whole club with you.”
“Mac, is this some kind of joke?”
“You’re going to do it, or I’m going to kill your son and his girl.”
“Luna’s there?”
“I’m here, Mr. Bana,” Luna said.
“Matthew,” Duke said.
“Yeah, Prez.”
“I can’t risk the club.”
“I know.”
Luna couldn’t believe what she was hearing.