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CHAPTER 9
LUNA
Mac is grating on my last nerve. I peel his fingers from my hip as his hands get tighter each time he touches me. Every time I walk past him, he feels the need to touch me. If he’s not grabbing my arm, he’s grabbing my ass, or slapping it. “You know you can go home if you want to. I’ll be fine.” I grab the empty bottles that have been left on the bar to take them to the recycling can.
“You know I can’t do that. Pres wouldn’t be happy.”
A stool scrapes along the floor but I ignore it. I just want to get this clean up done and go home. Going through to the back, I place all the glasses in the dishwasher and close the door, then grab a damp cloth and the spray, and go out into the bar to clean the tables over. My back is stiff. I stretch as I stand upright. My feet are killing me and I’m aching; nothing a long soak in the bath won’t cure though. I cover a yawn with my arm and crack on but as I swing round, Mac’s large frame fills the doorway. As he stares at me, a bad feeling churns in my stomach. I swallow, pushing down the feeling he’s extracting from me. His arms reach above his head as he grips the top of the frame, his muscles flexing as his fingers tighten around the timber. What does he think it’s going to do, impress me?
“Excuse me?”
My hands move to my hips as I ask politely.
“Say please?”
“I already asked nicely. Now if you could move out of my way, I would be so grateful.”
“Please…?” he repeats as he stares at me. I’m not sure what’s going on with him, but I don’t like the look he’s giving me.
“Look Mac, I’m tired and I’m not in the mood for your games.” Fuck! “I asked you nicely, I have shit to finish.” Taking a step back from him I watch the wild grin form on his lips. I sent Frisco home when the bar cleared out, I knew I shouldn’t have, and Country, that ass has hung around like a bad smell for days, and just when I need him, he’s getting fucking laid somewhere. Reaper is on club business, and I have no way of getting in touch with Levi. And as much as that would probably be a bad idea anyway, it would be the lesser of two evils, because at least Mac wouldn’t be acting like this.
He releases the door frame and moves closer, “But I wanna hear you beg.”
“Well…” I answer, pushing my shoulders back, “you’ll be waiting a long fucking time.” I stand my ground.
“Come on, don’t be like that… it’s just us here, no one has to know.” He advances slowly, forcing me backward. I plant my hands against his chest in an effort to stop him, but it’s no use. “Fucking hell Mac, I have shit to do. I want to go home and sleep.” I push on his chest but he doesn’t budge, he’s not even that big built. His fingers curl around my wrists and removes my hands from his chest, maneuvering my arm around my back. I let out a small squeak as something tweaks in my arm. “You know,” I say as he walks me backward into the kitchen, “you talk about Pres not being happy if you leave, what do you think he’ll do when he knows you’re being disrespectful to his daughter?”
“Women should be seen and not heard. When I say… seen,” My back slams against a wall and he pins my hand above my head. Releasing my other wrist, he brings his hand to my face, running the tip of his finger roughly down my cheek. He drags it down and over my throat, his fingernail scratching along my skin then pushes it between my breasts. My heart beats out of my chest, I attempt to act normal, but my breaths spurt out in short gasps of air. I swallow hard as he stares through me, but I have no idea how far he’s willing to take this if I carry on resisting.
“Mac?” I interrupt his musings as my voice trembles. The last thing I want to do is show fear. I’m the daughter of an MC president. I shouldn’t scare easily. But right now, I’m scared of the unknown if I don’t do what he says.
He leans to the side and takes something from his hip, it’s only when he lifts it do I see the gleam of the blade as it catches the light. My body trembles and my throat dries. I’m focused on the tip of the blade as it hooks into my shirt and forces it upwards, slicing through the material like butter. My buttons pop, flying through the air and hits whatever is nearest. “…I mean seen.” He finishes his sentence with pure hatred, the icy tone in his voice scares me as my shirt falls open to him. I try to shrink back but the fucking wall is there. His fingers tighten around my wrist as he drags the tip of his knife up my chest. He kicks my feet apart to bring his thigh between my legs, grinding it against my core. As hard as I try to force my legs closed, it's no good, I can’t budge him.
“Mac, please don't do this.” My voice trembles as he grins, dipping his head to bury his face between my breasts. I feel dirty; violated.
“If you’d given it to me freely then I wouldn’t have to take it,” his voice is muffled as he inhales then lifts his head, his black eyes meeting mine.
“I’m not a fucking whore, Mac. We had one night. One fucking quickie behind a bar…” with a quick motion he releases my hand but moves it to my throat. His fingers grip me in a bruising hold as his mouth slams over mine, silencing me. I can barely breathe with his hand around my throat and his body pinning me against the wall. His grip tightens, fingers biting into my neck, and cutting off my air supply slightly. He tears his face from mine and snarls. “You’re all fucking whores. You’re all here to be fucked, whether you want to or not.”
Who would have thought that Mac, the one who never really said anything to anyone, had a misogynistic side. I thought he was nicer than the others, other than Reaper; he’s like a brother to me. I feel his spit on my lips, my stomach churns and I feel sick. Clawing at his hand clasped around my throat, I wriggle beneath him, but he doesn’t budge and I’m not strong enough to make him. I scratch and pinch him but it’s like he’s too far gone to even feel it. Suddenly his fingers release my throat, I gasp wildly for air, trying to drag in as much as I possibly can. Just as I’ve filled my lungs, his forearm lodges under my chin and presses down heavily on my chest. Widening my legs with his knee as his hand cups me roughly,
“This cunt belongs to me,” he tugs at my jeans but I wriggle my hips so he can’t get a grip on the button. Leaning against me he growls, “Stay fucking still.”
“No. you’re not doing this!”
I plant my hands against his body and push, using all the strength I have, grunting as I push with all my might, “No.” I shout louder. Just then I hear a noise come from the front of the bar. A handle turning and then I hear a voice. “Luna!” Oh Jesus.
Mac’s black gaze meets mine. I quickly suck in a breath and scream. He clamps his hand over my mouth until my scream is just a muffled noise. “Shut the fuck up, bitch.”
When I don’t hear the voice again, I start to think I’ve dreamt it. That is until it gets closer. Heavy boots make a low rhythm on the wooden floor. “Luna!”
Levi? My body almost sags with relief and tears stream from my eyes but I remember I’m still pinned to the wall. I claw at his hand again and try to open my mouth to scream but it’s no good. “Mac please let me go.”I mumble.
“I told you once already to shut the fuck up. Or I’ll shove my cock in that pretty fucking mouth of yours to shut you up.” He snarls. Tears come quicker as I close my eyes and accept what he’s about to do. I just need to get through this and then maybe I’ll let the club deal with him.
My eyes shut tight as my breath comes in gasps. Air is sucked into my lungs as I open my mouth. My hands move to my throat to calm my frantic breathing when I realize the weight of his body has gone.
The strength in my legs wanes as my knees buckle, and I slide down the wall until I’m on the floor. As my head falls forward, I drop my face into my hands. I wipe eyes as I open them to see Mac pinned beneath Levi as he straddles him, raining punch upon punch into his face. Looking away from what’s happening in front of me, I see my torn shirt and the two halves hanging at each side of my body and the tears come harder. Pulling the two sides together with shaky hands, I cover up, wrapping my arms around myself. Levi stands up, his boot sinks into Mac’s body as he stamps on him. With each kick and punch, I flinch and cry a little harder. Every time Mac groans, Levi does it again and again before he bends over him, grips his jaw in his fingers and turns his head toward me. “You see her there, if you ever come near her again, you’re fucking dead. That’s a promise.”
