If I had actually gone through with fucking China Doll then I would have never made it in time to save Emily. I did my best to calm Emily down and made sure my Remington was still loaded. Coal was dead and the MC was going to destroy us for it. More shots rang off. Probably a shotgun. I could hear some yelling but couldn't make anything out. Whatever it was, it wasn't good. I made my way slowly up the stairs, my gun drawn and pointed at the door above me. This had to be Byron hitting us. I gave Emily one last look before ascending—a look that confirmed that she was safe and everything was going to be fine. I'd never let any harm come to her. The door at the top of the stairs was slightly ajar. My gun poked through the crack, swinging the door open. A Mexican dressed in a Death Merchants cut was pointing a gun at one of my brothers on the ground. E-Z was full of holes, his blood pouring out. I opened fire on the Mexican, unloading my entire clip, yelling E-Z's name.
