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shootout with two years ago, the details of which were still hazy to him. He’d been in the dizzying fog of a concussion when it went down; it ended with a bullet in his thigh. He rubbed the spot now, the muscle still tight and sore sometimes all this time later.
    Something else nagged at his tired brain.
    Oh. Shit. Senna. In the excitement of the moment, he’d forgotten about the girl. “Something wrong?” Jupiter asked as, once again, Gunner couldn’t keep a single thought off his face.
    “None of your business,” he grumbled, jabbing the body with his toe. “Wait here.”
    He checked the back office. No sign of her. He checked the bathroom - every single stall, slamming the doors back while mentally cursing himself - nothing, nobody. But sunlight leaked in through the back door - it was cracked open. Someone had passed through. Shit. He glanced back up the hall, towards the room where Jupiter waited. Get rid of the body or go after the girl? Bill had assigned him to clean up the mess, but Senna was part of that mess now. He shook his head. They couldn’t have the cops coming down on the place. He had to get to her before she called the cavalry. If it isn’t too late already. He called back through the door, “Get Yards out here. We’ve got a little problem.”
     

 
     
    Oh, God. He shot him. He SHOT him. And I saw it, I saw it, I saw the whole thing… Senna took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel tight; she’d emerged just in time to see an old man shoot that other man in the head while Gunner just stood back and watched. She’d gotten the hint that he was a criminal, what with the gang colors and all, but murder? She stepped on the gas.
    She’d almost reached a more populated area of town when she heard the unmistakable roar of a motorcycle engine behind her. Panic welled in her chest. I’ve got to ditch the van. But it was all she had - if she ditched it, she’d be on the streets. Literally. She slammed the steering wheel with her palms. All she’d wanted to do was find Aster and deliver the warning she needed to pass on before hitting the road, running and disappearing, with or without her sister. She shook her head. It was time to push thoughts of the family and of Aster away - time to take care of herself before she ended up dead at the hands of an angry biker. But how? Can he be reasoned with?
    The bike was closer. She could see him in her rearview mirror, approaching, speeding up behind her, clad all in black. It sent a shiver down her spine. Death comes for me. He’s going to kill me. It wasn’t just fear, though - images of him catching her, taking her in other ways invaded her mind, flashes of flesh and sweat and - Stop it! He’s here to murder you, are you out of your mind?!
    She pulled out her phone. She should have done this a mile back but she hadn’t been thinking clearly. All she could see was her own head bursting open in a cloud of red as they shot her for what she’d seen.
    A loud bang followed by the van swerving madly made her drop the device. It slid somewhere under the seat as she struggled to regain control of the vehicle, but it was too late - it skid and and it slid to the right, tipping dangerously as it bounced off the asphalt and into the grass ditch. She didn’t scream; she gripped the wheel, hit the brakes, closed her eyes, and waited for impact, waited for the protective bubble of the van to crumple around her. Instead it rolled to a stop and paused at an odd angle, teetering there, waiting to tip one way or the other depending on the whims of the wind. Finally it settled back on its tires with a groan. She breathed a sigh of relief.
    But her relief was short-lived - a pair of hands plunged through her open window and hit the button on her seatbelt before grabbing her by the upper arms and dragging her from the car. She breathed in leather, sweat, bar smells. Gunner. He planted her on her feet with her back against the car door. “You shouldn’t have