Page 24 of Abe (Marked Skulls MC 3)
“All good?” Joshua asked, leaning in towards me.
“All good,” I replied, turning my face from him, suddenly afraid that he was going to kiss me.
Joshua didn’t try to kiss me. Instead, he drove me back to the apartment in silence and let me walk out of the car without trying to hold me back. He wasn’t stupid, he knew that we didn’t have a hope of a future together.
“See you at work tomorrow?” he asked, through his window.
“See you,” I said with a smile.
“Still friends?” he asked and I grinned.
“Of course!”
I watched him drive away and I waved before he took a turn out of our street. I walked up the stairs to our apartment, wondering what Abe had thought, if he was jealous the way I had been of those strippers. Or if it hadn’t affected him at all, and if he was relieved that I was moving on.
Chapter 26
Abe
We were back at the docks, with the same set of instructions. The ship was supposed to arrive, we were going to help the crew assemble the shipment on the docks and then we were going to drive it in a truck to our warehouse.
The plan was in place as usual. Girth and Oz were keeping a watch on the entrance of the dock, while Rodeo and I were lingering around near where the ship was going to dock. We didn’t have the support of the rest of the MC this time, which meant that two of us would have to guard the warehouse after the shipment was stored.
Rodeo and I had been smoking endless cigarettes. Both of us were nervous about what was going to happen next. We were defying Lewis’ orders. The MC didn’t even know where we were tonight. If anything happened, all of our lives were at risk. I was already regretting the decision to get Oz involved in this. I’d made Alexis a promise to keep him safe, and that didn’t change just because we’d stopped sleeping together.
“You all right, brother?” Rodeo asked me. I could see the butt of his cigarette glowing in the dark.
“Yeah, you?” I asked him and he nodded his head.
We could see the ship sailing towards us now, slowing down its speed so it could dock itself some distance away. The crew usually sailed down to us on smaller boats, filled with crates of the shipment. They needed to park their ship as far from the actual jetty as possible, to keep its stock safe from an attack.
Rodeo and I squared our shoulders, preparing ourselves for the next stage of the handover. We watched as the anchor was thrown over the ship, and smaller boats started being floated. The crates were being lowered with ropes into those boats.
For now, things seemed quiet and I was hoping for it to stay that way. Maybe the Dark Legion hadn’t heard about this second shipment, I hoped.
A shot rang out in the night air, and both Rodeo and I had our guns out of our belts within seconds.
“Fuck. They’re here again!” Rodeo growled and we ran in the direction of the shot, it had come from where Oz and Girth were.
We heard loud voices, followed by more shots and now there was no doubt, we were definitely under attack.
Oz came running at us in the dark, waving his gun in the air.
“The Dark Legion!” he shouted, slightly out of breath.
“Do we have eyes on how many?” I asked, as the three of us rushed towards Girth, guns pointed forward.
“More than last time, there are more shots. Definitely more than us,” Oz said, as he took some blind shots.
Rodeo looked at me. I knew what he was thinking. This was bad news. If we were outnumbered by the Dark Legion, it meant that we were not going to win this battle.
“Oz, stay the fuck back this time, and if one of us goes down, run the fuck away,” I growled at him.
We could see Girth up ahead, crouched behind a crate and trying to take shots.
“I’m not a fucking coward!” Oz shouted as the three of us crouched down too. We’d each found ourselves a crate as a barrier, just like Girth had but these weren’t going to hold up for very long.
“I promised your sister I wasn’t going to get you killed,” I shouted back at Oz, over the sound of the raining gunfire.
“She’s going to hate me more for being a coward!” Oz replied, peeping over the crate to fire a few shots.
“There are way more this time, man. At least twelve. We’re not going to make it this time!” Rodeo growled and I shook my head, before standing straight to shoot some more.
I’d located a cluster of those fuckers behind a barrel and I was shooting at them, trying to squeeze them out of that spot and out in the open.
“Abe! Sit the fuck down! You’re going to get yourself killed!” I could hear Rodeo raging but I didn’t back down. I was the one who’d got us in this mess, and it would have to be making sure that Oz and my brothers got out of this alive. Girth up ahead was glaring at me too.
I fired round after round, forcing the bastards to stay down. I didn’t see another one appear from behind a crate and take a shot at me. The bullet zoomed into my side, making my skin burn but I was going to live, for now.
“Abe! Sit down!” Rodeo growled again.
“I got this. You guys go! Get back on your bikes, I’ll give you cover!” I shouted, over the sound of my own firing. I could feel the stinging pain of the bullet wound on my side, but I kept shooting.
“We’re not going anywhere!” Rodeo shouted back, sticking his head out from the side of the crate to take a few shots himself.
“Abe!” I heard Oz shout, and he jumped up to shoot at a Dark Legion fucker who had pointed his gun at me.
“Sit back down,” I growled at Oz, but he kept shooting. I was setting a bad example for him.
“I’m not going to let Lila and Jordan’s men die out here!” I shouted, catching Girth’s eye as I kept firing.
“Nobody is going to die!” I heard Oz scream from behind me.
The sound of another set of blazing guns ripped through the air, overshadowing the noise that my own gun was making.
“Fuck!” I raged, ducking to take cover now. There were more.
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“Don’t shoot!” Oz came screaming at me, just as I tried to jump up and start firing again.
“What the fuck?” I heard Rodeo murmur as we watched a hoard of boys appear in the dark, from behind where the Dark Legion gang were taking cover.
Girth stood up from behind his crate too. The boys who were wielding guns and knives in their hands, had taken the Dark Legion by surprise and were shooting and knifing them.
“Who are these kids?” Rodeo asked, holding his gun straight out, waiting for the boys to turn on us.
“The Romanos,” I said, in a deep guttural growl. I looked over at Oz who was smiling as he watched his friends overpowering the Dark Legion.
“I made a call, I figured we’d need some backup tonight,” Oz said.
I had a lot that I wanted to say to Oz, as I was sure Rodeo and Girth did too but for now, we had some fighting to take care of.
The four of us charged into the group, who were shooting and punching at each other. We were absorbed into the hoard, and we fought alongside the Romano boys, each of whom was around the same age as Oz and none were very good with the gun. For now though, they were exactly what we needed; more manpower.
I kept an eye on Oz as he took shots and kicked guns out of the hands of the Dark Legion. We had outnumbered them by at least five, and now most of them were lying on the ground, bleeding out and injured.
I felt the adrenaline pumping in my veins. I had been so sure, just a few minutes ago; that I was going to die here. I was going to die because of a stupid decision, and I was going to die before I had the chance to tell Alexis I had feelings for her.
Now, it didn’t seem like such a bad decision anymore, we were winning.
Most of the Dark Legion men were on the ground, while some had scampered away the moment they realized they were outnumber. The score right now was; Marked Skulls, two and Dark Legion, one. I was pretty sure that they weren’t going to mess with us so easily a
gain.
The shots had quieted down. Girth stood over one of the guys who was on the ground, curled up in a ball, gunshot wounds on his legs and sides.
“Let them all live. We need to send a message!” I growled, with my shoulders heaving. The wound on my side was sending shots of pain up and down my spine. I could feel my t-shirt becoming sticky with blood.
“Next time, we might change our minds about how many we spare,” Rodeo roared as the Dark Legion men on the ground started scampering up and running away.
The Romano boys were grinning and exchanging high-fives amongst themselves. Oz was with them, and I watched him with a grin on my face. He’d come through when all of us had given up hope. He’d made a decision, all on his own and his plan had worked.
“What about the shipment?” Girth asked, walking up to us with a limp. I could see that he’d taken a bullet in his foot.
“The boats probably sailed back to the ship when they heard gunfire. Wave something white at them and they’ll know that the coast is clear,” I said. Oz was already taking his white t-shirt off. He handed it to Girth who walked up to the edge of the jetty to indicate to the ship.
Oz came to me, still grinning from ear to ear.
