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side of the entry drive, with the men on them scanning the road. Tomas slid down his seat so as not to be seen.
     
    The six who left before had to be some kind of outrider guard—group of riders to come in from behind an assaulting group. These two, the ones on each side of the entrance, were first defense and warning men. They would probably fire at anything that twitched suspiciously, warning the others that trouble had arrived.
     
    Sure enough, both men remained on their bikes but pulled out their guns, checked them, and continued to scan the neighborhood.
     
    Tomas waited, refocusing his attention on the apartment door. After another long minute or so, the door opened, and two men came out, guns drawn and looking for trouble. Once they were convinced that no trouble existed, one of them motioned with his hand and a smaller person came out of the door, followed by the other four men. The smaller person was in a black heavy jacket, baseball cap, and sunglasses. It was only when she got to the limo and turned back to the apartment to wave that he saw the blond pony-tail.
     
    "Well fuck me," Tomas said.
     
    The woman—Chelsea—got into the back of the limo, and one of the men followed her inside. Another got into the shotgun seat. The doors closed. Riders ran for their bikes. Engines started up. The limo began backing up. Pairs and trios of bikes pulled out of the lot, driving past the slow moving limo, and fanning out into the city.
     
    Then the trike was one of them.
     
    "Shit!" Tomas growled.
     
    Chelsea was in the limo, but the trike was leaving ahead of her. He couldn't stay with both. He had to decide. The trike pulled out of the lot with two other riders, and headed toward the main drag. There was a freeway on-ramp in that direction. He had to decide. Limo, or trike.
     
    "Fuck me running!"
     
    His gut screamed at him that Chelsea was not, could not, would not be in El Paso. She was hundreds of miles West of here, and if he didn't follow that damn fucking trike now, he was going to lose them!
     
    He started the Nova, then hesitated. The trike turned the corner, and went out of sight. The limo reached the street, its blinker indicating that it was turning in the other direction, with bikes in front and back. Another group broke off and gunned down the road past Tomas, taking a third option out of the area.
     
    Tomas made his decision, and pressed the gas petal, bringing the Nova out of his spot, and took off after the trike, while screaming in his head that this had better be right.
     
     
     

 
    CHAPTER TEN
     
    "Got you, asshole," Elias said, and then looked over at Eric, "Blue Nova!" he yelled above the din of the engines.
     
    Eric was already pulling out from behind the limo, and heading for the street. Elias gunned the V-rod and beat him there, then turned left, following the Nova. The remaining Wolves fell in behind them, ignoring the limo now. Bikes that had taken off previously were circling back around. When they spotted Elias' V-rod heading down the road, they followed at speed.
     
    The pack reformed up behind Elias and Eric as the two of them roared down the roads chasing the Nova, which was in turn chasing Duffy's trike.
     
    Elias and Eric were careful not to get too close. They needed to be on the freeway, outside of the city, before they made their move, but they knew the car now, and Elias knew in his gut that the driver was Tomas.
     
    "You're fucking mine, asshole," Elias growled as he and Eric turned a corner just in time to see the Nova turn at the one ahead of them.
     
    They knew where Duffy was taking Tomas, and the riders behind them began to break off from the pack again, this time running ahead, getting in front of the trail, preparing the ambush.
     
    Elias and Eric stuck to the Nova's tail, keeping their distance but still keeping the vehicle in sight. Elias kept an eye on the Nova without actually looking at it so that Tomas wouldn't feel him.
     
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