Page 108 of Rio's Release

“After you leave, I’ll just follow you,” I threaten.

“The hell you will,” Rio growls. “I’ll pull the damn plug wires on your car.”

“Then I’ll take Jenny’s.”

“Goddamn, you’re stubborn.”

“If I’m going to be your woman, I need to fight alongside you.”

“Better just let her come, boss. We can keep her safer than if she heads out on her own.”

Rio glares at me, his eyes flaring, but he gives in and points a finger at me. “Fine, but you do exactly what I tell you. Understand?”

“Absolutely.”

We follow Zig outside, and he gets the garage door up, then grabs a gun that’s tucked in the back of his waistband. He pops the clip out, checks it, and looks over at Rio. “I’ve got a couple extra clips in my saddlebags. How about you, Prez?”

Rio pulls his weapon and does the same. “Check my bags, will ya?”

Zig moves off to do that while I help Rio to the truck. He drops the tailgate and climbs in.

“Open the rear window, so you can hear me, okay?”

I nod.

Zig jogs over with some clips and an extra weapon. “Here, boss. Take these.” Then he slams the tailgate.

Rio tosses me his keys. “You follow Zig, okay?”

“I will.” I climb up behind the wheel and start the truck up.

Rio leans against the cab, and Zig fires his bike up, roaring out ahead of us. I follow, racing down the hill.

When we get to town, it’s a goddamn circus. Rio’s men from the garage beat us there and are in the midst of a shootout with the DKs at the other end of the street. Windows are shot up in several businesses.

“Get back inside,” I hear Blue yell to a business owner who walks out of his front door with a shotgun.

Zig falls in behind us, using the truck as cover, and I duck down, hitting the gas aiming straight into the DKs. They’ve got their bikes parked across the road, but when they see I’m not stopping, they scatter.

Rio blasts away with a gun in each hand, and Zig follows behind, blasting shots at anyone stupid enough to return fire.

I circle around a block and Zig follows. I bring us back to a cross street where the rest of the Saint’s Outlaws are positioned, and throw it in park, opening my door.

Rio climbs over the side of the bed of the pickup, landing with a grunt.

Zig dismounts and runs over to him, helping him limp toward the corner of a building.

“Stay by the truck,” Rio points at me.

I pause, watching, but I can’t see anything. Needing to get closer, I skirt around some parked cars.

Sirens wail in the distance.

Mauler shoves two teenage boys in a doorway and out of the line of fire.

Squad cars roll up but keep their distance. Even some unmarked cars arrive.

I squeak out a sound when I see Carson standing in the doorway of a business across the street from the diner. He lifts his arm, and I spot a gun in his hand. My heart drops when I comprehend it’s aimed straight at me.

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