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after you but I’m not trading you. I’m fixing to kill the devil. Then I’m leaving the Gods for good. Halley and I weren’t made for this life.” We were meant to live the kind of life my parents had. No killing, or orders, or double crossing bullshit. I had Emery tied to a tree for god’s sake. I was tired of a fucked up life. I let Emery out of the chain. “You could come with me.”
    Emery shook her head.
    “Is that a no?”
    She rubbed her arms where I’d hurt her. “It doesn’t matter because I’m doomed anyhow. I’m broken. I don’t know if I want to live most days.”
    “Life without the Gods won’t be easy. I’ll have to become someone new.” I took a breath. “You could disappear too.”
    “Manul will always find me.”
    “So what’s your plan? Give up and die? Or do you want to fight?”
    She showed me her arms littered in cuts and the jagged scar in her wrist, the one I’d sewn up. “I’m losing the battle.” Tears stained her eyes and she looked upset she couldn’t stop them.
    “Look at my scar.” I lifted my shirt to show her. “I survived.”
    “But, I’ve always been weak. There’s only so much a person can take. Manul’s ruined the last eight years of my life and plans to ruin the rest of it. I’d rather die.”
    Bones and Cowboy were back with food, their headlights highlighting Emery’s tear streaked face. “We ride to El Paso tonight. You coming?”
    “Do I have a choice?” Emery wiped at her face, trying to pull herself back together.
    “Nope.”
    Our brothers were waiting for us in Horizon City, but we made it to El Paso with only a few stops and no trouble. I was beginning to think we’d left trouble far behind but that’s what I got for thinking. Trouble was riding our way in the form of the Coyote Ghosts MC. Fuck—I sort of liked my scalp. What were they doing down from Oklahoma?
    “Looks like we’ve been followed,” I said as Bones got off his bike. I wanted to run. We were outside the hotel we’d planned on staying in for the rest of the night and day in until we rode on to catch Polecat before he made it to the Texas clubhouse. There went our plans.
    Cowboy shut off his engine too.
    “What the hell are you thinking?” I was about to peel out of there with Emery when Cowboy stopped me.
    “Chill out. Bones called them.”
    “What the fuck?” The Coyote Ghosts weren’t supposed to mess with us anymore, nor us them.
    “They’re going to run interference for us. Cause a ruckus tomorrow night.”
    “What about the truce?”
    “As long as they don’t shed blood, they aren’t breaking it. I can’t control what our brothers will do, though.” Bones lit a smoke, shaking the match out. Talking out of the side of his mouth, he said, “Relax.”
    “Why would they help us?”
    “You’re not the only one who trades favors. We’ve got to survive and sometimes counting on the club isn’t enough. They’ve been good to us in Louisiana.” He added, “It’s the General who agreed to the truce anyhow. Why shouldn’t we do business? Plus, they’d love to see Serpentine dead.” Bones’ big grin said he’d like it too.
    As I mulled over the fact he’d told others I planned to kill Serpentine, Bones saluted them as they pulled in beside us. There were only four of them. We were greeted by a silent nod, and Bones handed Bald Beak a brown paper package—drugs or money one. Favor my ass. He was buying us some help.
    Bones smirked, and I shrugged. Whatever.
    “Like your bike,” one of them told me. His cut read Cujo. He was talking about my Indian, and I didn’t know if he was serious or not. Their center pie was much like the emblem on my bike, but they all rode Harleys. Not one feather or long hair among them, they were all Native American—had to be to be a member. They wouldn’t stay to party, as Cowboy suggested. When they drove off, I asked Bones what was in the package, not that I cared if he was selling drugs off the books.
    “I cleaned