Seven Sunsets by Morgan Jane Mitchell Page A

hand him the money. But I wouldn’t have money, I’d have a pistol and fourteen years worth of hatred. Bones and Cowboy would be my back up, hiding outside. However, I was meeting Serpentine in the fucking snake pit, his turf. Anything, hell, everything could go wrong. I didn’t trust Serpentine as far as I could spit, but I’d cross that bridge when I came to it.
    Cowboy was on the phone with Anarchy, seeing if she’d heard anything about Polecat. She hadn’t heard anything except he hadn’t made it to the El Paso chapter’s house yet. Deciding we needed to circle Horizon City ourselves, so we didn’t miss him, we mounted our bikes in the dark now. On the well-lit highway, about ten miles away, I saw the four Coyote Ghosts speeding the opposite direction as us. Behind them came Polecat and Meat in the lead, practically all of El Paso’s Gods behind them with a fucking crash truck.
    We were done for and as much as I wanted to get to California, I didn’t want them to catch up with the Coyote Ghosts either. Stopping on the side of the road, I told Cowboy and Bones we needed to play this off like they were bringing me in. I didn’t want them to suffer for helping me. For once, I admitted to myself that my brother’s go to lines, teasing me about the General being my daddy had been right, the General wouldn’t kill me. I didn’t want him to kill my brothers either.
    “Fuck that,” Bones said. “It’s night and we can lose them. I say we ride on to California right now.”
    “The General will have everyone after us. We’ll never make it,” I admitted.
    Cowboy suggested, “We could always split up, let them take you and meet up with you in Arizona. Leave from there.”
    If I’m alive, I thought but didn’t say it. We didn’t have any more time to debate. Polecat and Meat were coming our way. The brute of a man dismounted his hog. Polecat stunk, I mean like from a distance and like pure shit, hence the name. I put my arms around Emery’s waist and lit a cigarette. Looking at Polecat’s expression, I thought it really might be my last.
    Meat stayed put. Twice the size of Polecat, who was bigger than me, he was the General’s Enforcer. The machine guns strapped to his back tempered my reaction too. It looked like the rest of them were still after the Coyote Ghosts, but the black van with even darker windows was coming for us.
    “Couldn’t wait until we made it to the clubhouse?” Bones tried just as Anarchy stepped out of the van, her flaming red hair whipping in the wind. Fuck, we’d been double-crossed. I gave Cowboy a sneer, remembering he’d said it was a long shot but talked to her anyhow.
    Polecat shot Bones in the leg point blank, making him crumble to his knee. “I wanted to kill you but the General wants you all alive. I’ll have my fun later. Get in the van.”
    Meat had us covered with two fully automatic Uzis, so we all piled in the back of the van, leaving our bikes behind. Anarchy took the time to knock them over. Fuck! Not only had I been caught, I’d lost my ride. Even worse, her sister Freedom was in the passenger seat, her matching dyed hair in high ponytail. Polecat and Meat lead the way on their motorcycles and Anarchy drove. Freedom threatened us with her own M60 mounted in the van. She took the time to give me a scoff, telling me she was still pissed and noticed I had a woman with me. Hell, I didn’t need that kind of drama too. I’d made no promises to Freedom, and she done married another man now.
    Emery’s head was on my chest, her arms wrapped around my waist. Cowboy looked like he wanted to kill a bitch, the one driving. I hoped my expression told him to hold the fuck up. If Freedom was good at anything, it was shooting, and you didn’t have to be good when you welded the weapon she had on us. Bones clenched his jaw tight, gripping the bench as he fought the pain, his leg bleeding all over the place. I placed a kiss on Emery’s forehead while Freedom stared a hole