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the Valley, or how fast we had to drive to get to safety.
    I wound the silk of my skirt and ripped it. Luke hissed as I bandaged his arm and swore when I knotted the makeshift wrap over the wound. He didn’t take his hands from the wheel, and I checked the mirrors to see how screwed we were.
    The Coup ended their assault as quickly as it began. Their bikes caught up to the truck within a mile. I counted the men, but I didn’t like our odds. Only four members of The Coup assembled to rescue their president, and they were far from their own territory—a desperate section of the Valley that shrunk by the day.
    Temple followed.
    I didn’t need to be a psychic or a general to realize their retaliation was going to hurt. We led the most dangerous biker gang on the West Coast into our city, and neither Anathema nor The Coup pumped enough blood through their war-torn brains or cocks to appease Temple.
    “Put your seatbelt on.” Luke didn’t say please.
    “Are you kidding me?”
    “If you think we’re getting out of here without a fight—”
    “Give me some credit.”
    “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
    It wouldn’t be the first time he’d hurt me. “I’ll give you five miles before Temple creeps up our asses.” I pointed at him. “And you’re bending over first.”
    “I’m not letting anything happen to you.”
    I wished his words hadn’t tightened my stomach and fluttered my heart. It wasn’t the reaction he deserved, and it sure as hell hadn’t protected me after he split from Anathema. 
    “Everything already happened,” I said. “They kidnapped me, Luke. They hauled me out of the dressing room without letting me get dressed. They held me at gunpoint and kept me in a damn storage closet until they forced me out to meet that mustached guy. If this is your idea of keeping me safe, no thanks. I’ll handle myself.”
    He gripped the wheel tight. “Nothing is going to hurt you, Lyn. I’ll make it right—”
    “I’m not yours to save, Luke. Never have been, never will be.”
    “And that smart mouth is gonna get you in more trouble. Take whatever allies you can get.”
    I didn’t know if he was that noble or that stupid, but we were both fucked. Temple accused him of murder, and they pinned me as an accomplice. It wouldn’t take long for them to learn the truth, but we’d be lucky to stay alive until they solved that mystery.
    I twisted and looked out the passenger window. The bike patrolling our side belonged to Grim, one of the few lunatics in The Coup who hadn’t tried to assault me or my dancers. I didn’t respect him, but he was safer than most of the degenerates who left Anathema for the promise of bloodshed.
    “Your guys are going to get slaughtered,” I said.
    “They can handle themselves.” He glanced at me with his storybook blue eyes. “Lasted this long, haven’t they?”
    Getting roughed up by Anathema wasn’t the same as fucking with Temple MC, a gang of men acting more cartel than biker club.
    A spray of bullets struck the truck. I shouted, but they hadn’t hit the tires. The only reason we still lived. Luke jammed the accelerator. The engine gave a groan that sounded an awful lot like a laugh.
    No dice. The truck wasn’t getting away quick. It wouldn’t be long before Temple overtook us.
    Luke laid on the horn. His men sped to shelter in front of the truck. Another wave of gunfire shredded the metal walls of the hold. Only three of Temple’s men chased, but they carried enough weapons to tear us into tiny pieces for a quick burial in the desert.
    I didn’t have a gun. Neither did Luke. I tore through the glove compartment searching for any sort of weapon, any blunt object that might’ve helped. We had nothing, but least the truck offered some protection. Luke warned me to duck. I crawled into the foot well as one of Temple’s men attempted to overtake us.
    Luke jerked sharply to the left, clipping the bike. I rose just to watch the rider careen off the road. Our speed