Mistakes – Trojans MC Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
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“No leads. No nothing. All we know is the shit is poisonous. Fuck me, I’m tired. Now with Preach involved, shit is going to get nasty if we’re not careful.”

Now was not the time to tell Pike about Mac or her worries about him. Mac was still and would probably always be a sticky subject for them to talk about.

Chapter Twelve

Luna was thankful to be at the diner working. She had heard the gossip at the tables about the cops being at the clubhouse, raiding it. All she could think about was Matthew. This had to be about the drugs.

The rumors were everywhere. Something about kids being found at a park after a bad OD. It wasn’t making a whole lot of sense.

She wanted to go to Matthew and make sure that he was okay.

The crowd soon died down, and it wasn’t long before Mac told her to leave. He was in a rush to get her out of the diner, that as she shoved her hands into her jacket pocket, she realized that she had forgotten her cell phone.

She glanced back at the diner and wondered if she wanted to run the risk of arguing with Mac and possibly losing her job. He was so fucking grumpy lately. Mac had always been grumpy, but now, he was even more so.

Rolling her eyes, she refused to be bullied by him any longer. Going back to the diner, she squared her shoulders and then very quietly snuck into the diner. She made sure not to let the bell go off and closed the door without a sound.

She tiptoed across the diner and went to the empty staffroom. This late at night, it stunk like grease. It was gross.

She opened her locker, and there was her cell phone.

Picking it up, she saw she had several text messages and a couple of missed calls from Matthew. She closed her locker and was heading out of the door when Mac’s raised voice put her on high alert.

“I fucking told you. I wanted shit planted there. They were going down.”

A feminine whimper escaped and Luna tensed up.

“I’m so sorry, Mac.” A sob. “But they, I, they will kill me.”

Luna froze in the main dining hall.

“They’re going to kill you, Cathy?” Mac asked.

Another scream.

“What do you think I’m going to do to you?”

Luna crouched down and shuffled across the floor, trying to find a hiding spot.

She had to call Duke. She didn’t have his freaking number saved, and with the calls she’d made looking for another job, she didn’t recognize his.

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 cell phone 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.


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