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war between rival gangs? It was the only thing that made sense. She kicked out the moaning guy on the passenger seat and threw the car into drive. The gun was in her lap; she needed both hands to drive, shaking as they were. Two bikers rolled over her hood and off to the side. A loud
boom
preceded a crater opening up on the side of her hood. The engine died.
    A biker standing just inside the bar aimed the biggest damned gun she’d ever seen right at her. Fear seized her. Ducking would do no good, not by the way the first shot had torn her car apart. She reached for her gun, knowing she didn’t have enough time.
    Red bloomed on his chest, and he fell backward. The gun clattered to the ground. A woman inside screamed. More gunfire sprayed across the asphalt where the other guys had just regained their footing.
    “Mollie! Come with me.”
    She turned to the man’s voice at her open passenger door. The hot Latino—his name escaped her. He held his hand out—he looked like a freakin’ angel at the moment. Clamping one hand on her gun, she latched on to him with her other, and he pulled her across the seat and out the other side. They ran across the parking lot, Julian—that was his name—gripping her hand as he led her into the darkness of the empty plot of land.
    “Get the son of a bitch!” someone called from behind them.
    Two bullets hit the ground only a foot away. Julian swung his arm and squeezed off several shots from a semi-automatic. They rounded a bush where his bike was hidden.
    “I hope you can ride,” he said as he threw his gun into one of the bags on the back and pulled out another one, then hopped onto the bike.
    She couldn’t talk over her pounding heart and gasping breath. She just climbed on behind him as he started the engine. She knew enough to hold on tight. Her arms clamped around his waist the second before he hit the gas and tore across the lot. Even over the engine, she heard the shots. One hit something metallic on the bike. She held her breath, but the engine kept running. Julian aimed his gun and fired back.
    Several figures were running around to the front of the building. “They’re coming after us!” she screamed.
    The tire fishtailed when they hit the asphalt. They tore down the road, then turned down four more roads before getting on to the expressway. She kept looking behind them, watching for the telltale single headlights. It didn’t take long for them to catch up. Julian had to slow as he came up on two cars obviously either drag racing or conversing. Their windows were open, and driver and passenger were shouting across the distance.
    Julian tried to pass, and the jerk moved over to block him. They were punks, obviously thinking they were going to one-up a hot rod biker. She felt tension ripple across Julian’s body.
    Three bikes were coming up fast behind them. Julian faked the driver out and shot between the cars. She only hoped they’d try to block the bikers, too. No deal. The sight of gang members probably knocked some sense into the stupid kid. He eased back into the right lane just in time for the bikers to come through unimpeded.
    Her throat was so dry that she could hardly swallow. She had a death lock on Julian’s waist. A bike was coming from the opposite direction, another scary-looking dude with longish hair and a beard. Was he part of the Kings, come to assist his brothers? Julian lifted a hand and gestured behind, then gunned the gas.
    After they passed through a cloverleaf interchange, the city fell away. Vacant land and a couple of hotels and buildings that looked like factories were all she could see. Tears streamed from her eyes as they hit speeds that had to be beyond ninety. And still, the bikers remained within sight behind them. Julian had his gun in his grip, but he needed both hands to steer at this speed.
    Gunshots sounded again, bullets screaming across the asphalt. Julian zigzagged, making them a harder target. A fourth light came up behind the