I stared at Coyote’s gun. I could see the bullets in the chambers of the revolver. I could see her finger on the trigger, resting but ready to squeeze at any moment and bring our conversation to an end.

 

The conversation was already over in my opinion. It ended the moment she cocked the hammer back. I couldn’t believe I was being crossed by my boss like this. Regardless of whatever reason she could come up with, I felt like she had been planning this moment for a lot longer.

 

She stood in front of me in a dark suit jacket and skirt. Her body stood straight and narrow, stiff as a board. She looked at me with sharp, cunning eyes. She had always seemed controlling and sort of above everything around her, but in that moment, when I let my eyes drift away from the barrel to her face, I saw a cold, hard killer.

 

I had underestimated Coyote all these years. I knew she wasn’t afraid to make the hard decisions, the dirty decisions. She wasn’t afraid to have her people do all sorts of despicable things to her enemies. But I never imagined that she could any of them herself.

 

In her other hand, she held the Sun Stone. She had played on my knowledge of the diamond’s story by pretending to hear it talking. She knew I couldn’t resist the stories some of our most valuable prizes had brought with them. This diamond was no different since its stories were as grand as its price tag.

 

I had felt my greed awaken while I held the diamond, but it was something in me realizing what I had in my possession. It had nothing to do with the diamond itself or any magical properties some of its previous owners had attributed to it. She had probably seen the sparkle in my eyes and wanted me out of the picture before I tried to make a move to get it back.

 

I looked back at the gun in her hand and noticed that she held the hammer down with her thumb. She would have to release it before pulling the trigger, but the certainty of my death was no longer looming in front of me. In the placement of Coyote’s thumb, I saw the possibility of survival, but only if I could move fast enough.

 

“So this was the plan all along, wasn’t it?” I decided to confront her to distract her.

 

“No, not all along. Originally, I was going to split the money with you and encourage you to retire so you could live a normal life,” Coyote told me in an odd moment of sincerity.

 

“Retire? You must be joking.” I didn’t buy it, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t talking to hear what she had to say.

 

“I’m sorry you don’t believe me, but you need a break, and I’m going to make enough money off of this that I might even consider retiring while I’m ahead. Now that my name has been added to the list of people who have possessed the Sun Stone, it’s time to drop out before any of the bad luck that follows it knocks on my door,” she explained.

 

“I don’t believe you, Coyote.” I shook my head, but I kept my eye on the gun.

 

“You don’t have to,” she said flatly. “You won’t be around long enough for it to matter.”

 

I saw the muscles in her hand tighten her grip on the gun.

 

“So, if you were thinking about helping me get out, what changed your mind?” I tried to sound nonchalant even though I was freaking out. I didn’t want to rush my words and let her know that I was scared.

 

“Gunner changed my mind, but I thought we already went over this.”

 

She tilted her head to study my face. She knew I was about to pull something, but she was still hesitant to pull the trigger for some reason. I began to think she didn’t really want to shoot me. She was probably just looking for me to give her some undeniable reason to go ahead and off me.

 

That wasn’t going to happen.

 

“You know, Sierra,” she said thoughtfully, “I was beginning to wonder if you were even going to come through for me this time.” She looked at the diamond and turned it around in her hand to examine it.

 

I saw my chance in her admiration of the diamond. With her firm grip on the gun, it wasn’t a wide opening, but at least I had an opportunity to go for it. I had to be swift. I had to attack her the way I attacked my work if I wanted to survive.

 

I grabbed her wrist and pushed her hand up as I ducked to the side. A gunshot ripped through her otherwise silent office. It sounded like a cannon going off in that small room.

 

“What the hell are you doing?” she shouted at me.

 

“Getting out of here,” I growled as I dove across the desk with one hand on her arm and the other firmly planted under her chin.

 

We crashed through the window looking out onto her patio. Glass rained down around us as our bodies hit the ground. Her hand released the gun, sending it skittering across the hard tile. I held her shooting hand in place on the ground while I gripped her throat with my other hand.

 

Her neck was softer than I had imagined. She was such a hard bitch that I expected her neck to be made of stone, just like her heart. It was tender, though, and delicate. It begged to be kissed and protected, not to be strangled and choked, which was exactly what I planned to do. I squeezed with my left hand. As her flesh gave way under my grip, the satisfaction I felt in knowing that I was cutting off her breath made me grip her with both hands.

 

It felt good to stare down into her face and know that she was looking back up at me while I squeezed the life out of her. Pull a gun on me, huh? I was going to teach her a lesson, and it was going to be one she wouldn’t live long enough to forget.

 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her arm move. She still gripped the Sun Stone in her fingers, and she slammed it into the side of my head. My vision blurred, and I tumbled over beside her.

 

“Oh, you have fucked up now, Sierra,” she warned as she scrambled to her feet.

 

I expected her to go for her gun, but she didn’t. Instead, she walked over to me in heels that matched her suit. Her legs were toned and muscular. In that moment, she was as cold and hard as I had ever seen her. I knew I was in trouble if I didn’t act soon, but the pain in my head made it hard to concentrate on formulating the rest of my escape.

 

I put a hand up to the spot on my head where she’d hit me and I pulled my fingers back soaked in blood. Seeing the blood on my fingers, I realized that even though she had hesitated with the gun, I was still at her mercy. She still had the upper hand. She could still bring that diamond back down on my head again and potentially end this confrontation.

 

I wasn’t going to let that happen.

 

“No, you’re the one who fucked up,” I roared back at her, lunging from my position on my hands and knees. I rammed her right in her gut and pushed her back towards her pool.

 

“What the hell are you doing?” she shouted out.

 

“I already told you,” I answered as I let go of her, sending her hurtling back into the water.

 

As she sank down, ruining her suit in the ultra-chlorinated water, I stepped to the edge of the tiles running around the side of the pool and looked down on her. She splashed for a moment, trying to get her bearings in the water, and then she rose back up to the surface.

 

“I’m leaving,” I said again. “And you better hope you never see me again, Coyote, because if you do, I promise you I won’t be alone.”

 

Before I turned to leave, I watched the Sun Stone sink through the water down to the bottom of the pool. That was a shame, I thought. It would have been nice to have been able to leave her mansion, her whole operation, with that diamond in hand. She was right about how much money it could have brought in. I never would have needed to work another day in my life if I could have sold that fine jewel on my own.

 

I figured she’d probably just have one of her guards fish it out once she got out of the water. That diamond wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. But I needed to be going.

 

“You’re not going to get away with this,” Coyote threatened. “I will have my men after you.”

 

“Good luck with that,” I taunted her. “But for now I really need to get a move on.”

 

I started towards the house, and one of her guards stopped me at the door.

 

“Is everything okay?” he asked in a concerned tone.

 

“I’m fine, but Coyote fell in the pool. She needs you to help her get out,” I told him.

 

“But you’re bleeding. Are you sure you’re okay?” He placed a hand on the side of my head to examine the wound.

 

“I’m fine. Get her out of the pool,” I ordered him, even though I winced when he touched me. I needed to get out more than I needed to let any of her men fuss over me too much.

 

“Stay right here,” he said as he ran off to help Coyote.

 

I turned back to see him offering her his hand to help her out of the water. She gasped as he lifted her body up. One she was safe and back on her feet, I knew she would tell him to apprehend me, so I took off through the door, walking quickly instead of running so I didn’t rouse any undue suspicions.

 

“I heard a crash. Is everything alright?” asked another security guard on his way out back.

 

“Coyote needs some help, I think,” I said, sending him running to the back door.

 

“She said stop Sierra,” I heard the first security guard call through the open back door.

 

That was my cue to start running. I could hear the second one on the radio with the other guards, letting them know I was trying to escape and that they needed to catch me. Everyone would be looking for me.

 

As I ran through the front door, though, a wave of relief came over me. The car I had arrived in was still parked out front. The driver was nowhere to be seen, but I launched myself across the hood of the car and opened the driver side door just as a couple of shots rang out into the night.

 

They weren’t shooting at me. They were just shooting to startle me, to convince me to give up. I wasn’t in a giving up kind of mood, though. I was getting the hell out of there.

 

Keeping my eyes on the men coming down the steps right in front of me, I reached around and felt for the keys. They were still in the ignition.

 

What were the chances? Really.

 

I hopped in and turned the key as they stepped up to the car.

 

“Miss Farrow, get out of the car,” one of the men shouted. Another one stepped in front of me and pointed his gun at the windshield.

 

I looked from one man’s face to the other.

 

“If she had really wanted me dead, she would have done it herself when she had the chance,” I told myself in the car. Then I gunned it, and the car lunged forward, sending the guard in front of me into the grass running alongside the driveway as he tried to jump out of my way.

 

On the dark highway winding through the sparsely populated woods on the north side of town, I turned back towards downtown. I didn’t know where I was going to go. I knew I couldn’t go back to my suite because they would have already alerted the guard watching over it. I knew I couldn’t go back to Gunner, especially empty handed.

 

I just drove, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before Coyote sent her men after me. I kept an eye in the rearview, watching for headlights coming my way from the house. I alternated between drumming nervously on the steering wheel and gripping it with furious anxiety.

 

Then I heard motorcycles up ahead. Soon, I saw the headlights coming around the bend.

 

“Talk about good timing,” I announced to the empty car. I debated letting them pass me by so I could drive off into the night and simply disappear, but I remembered how Gunner had acted towards me, especially just before I tried to screw him over.

 

“I hope this works,” I said aloud as I switched on the hazards and pulled over onto the shoulder of the wooded highway. I sat and waited, and watched the motorcycles passing me by in the rearview, hoping that the front of the line would soon start to turn around.

 

I couldn’t believe the number of bikes passing by me. I had known The Immortal Devils were no joke, but I hadn’t realized just how many people belonged to the MC.