Page 61 of Snake (Road Rebels MC 3)
It had been three weeks that I was carrying the ring around in my pocket but tonight was the night. I had Axel’s blessings, and I knew I couldn’t wait anymore. I was going to ask her, and I knew what her answer was going to be. I couldn’t wait to start a life and a family with this woman; the woman who had changed my life.
THE END
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Tank (The Bad Disciples #3)
by Savannah Rylan
CHAPTER 1
Tank
Another shipment of weapons had arrived from the Fallen Idols, and the guys and I had turned up to coordinate its storage in the warehouse. Glock, Gunner, and Hunter were working on sifting through the stockpile and storing the weapons in crates; while Sniper and I kept watch.
The shipments had been arriving at a steady rate for the past two months, and we had fallen into a rhythm of working peacefully. As far as we knew, the Dragon Knights hadn’t managed to recuperate yet. We had busted their prostitution ring nearly six months ago, and the word on the street was that they still hadn’t managed to get themselves back up on their feet. Serves them right, the mother fuckers.
It was a relatively quiet night, and Sniper and I sat on wooden crates at the mouth of the docks. The others were working away in the warehouse, unloading boxes from the ships.
We worked in the dark, and now only the orange glow of our cigarette butts showed as Sniper, and I chain smoked. We were both carrying, but hadn’t felt the need to use our guns for some time. I put my cigarette down as I tied my long hair back into a ponytail.
“So…that Paula huh?” Sniper began. I sucked in a mouthful of smoke and sensed the nicotine filling my veins. I grunted as a response, because even though I was one of the guys and they were my best friends…I didn’t exactly discuss women with them or anyone for that matter.
“She has a flaming tongue, like her flaming hair,” he commented and laughed by himself, and I kept my eyes focused on the darkness around us. Sniper, like the others, knew exactly what I was like. I didn’t fuck the women they fucked. They were all just too easy, hanging over all of them at the Rusty Pelican. I liked my women to give me a bit of a challenge. Instead, I mainly kept myself to myself. But that didn’t mean that they weren’t all curious about who I was fucking. Especially Sniper and Hunter, who tried to barrage me with questions about the women I was seeing.
“I’m sure she does,” I replied, in a quiet grunt and Sniper shook his head.
“I can tell ya, she does!” he kept prodding. The truth was that my brothers would be deeply disappointed if they knew what my sex life was like. In their books, it would be considered boring. I couldn’t even remember the face of the last woman I fucked. Was it in the bathroom stall of the gas station two weeks ago? Did I even look at her face? Two weeks would have been considered a long time to go without a fuck, but these days, I was losing interest. All I really cared about was the job.
“You should try her some time,” Sniper was speaking about this chick like she was an ice cream flavor, and I grunted again. I flicked my still-burning cigarette on the ground, and I had just booted it when I heard a click in the dark.
“What the Fuck?” I growled and stood up, just when a fire rang out. I ducked, missing it narrowly by barely an inch as the bullet zipped past my ear. It had bounced off a wooden crate in the back, and I heard Gunner’s voice, cursing loudly.
Sniper and I had pulled out our guns in a split second, and we ran into the dark, in the direction of the shot.
“Are you two playing about? For Fucks’sake!” Glock was calling out to us.
“Someone took a shot at us!” Sniper yelled back, as we kept running. The lack of lights was making it difficult for us to see, and we were proceeding with caution. We hadn’t seen anyone else yet.
“Fuck. Who do you think it is? The Dragon Knights?” Sniper kept talking beside me.
“Shut up, Sniper. You’re giving us away,” I growled under my breath. We directed our guns in all directions, still waiting to hear or see something.
There was a movement in the dark, and Sniper shot his gun. Some guy’s voice rang out, someone who'd been shot and then a fire of bullets rained down on us.
“Go. Go. Go!” I growled as Sniper, and I tried to run in opposite directions and take cover behind wooden crates. The bullets zinged past us, bouncing off more crates. I knew that Gunner, Glock, and Hunter would be coming to our aid now.
I sank down on the ground behind a crate and tried to catch my breath. I couldn’t see Sniper in the dark, but I hoped that he had found cover as well. The firing stopped suddenly, and I took the chance to look over the crate and fired a few shots myself. I saw two guys zoom past between pillars. One of my shots caught a guy on his leg, and I whipped back behind the crate.
In the distance, I could see the fuckers crouching, and trying to reach us stealthily. They had their guns pulled out and ready for a shootout.
“Sniper! You okay, brother?” I yelled out.
“Yeah. I’m clean,” Glock called back, and I followed the direction of his voice to a crate some distance away.
“They’re behind the pillars,” I said.
“DK fuckers. I saw their patches,” Sniper replied.
I looked over the crate again, and this time a bullet grazed past my ear, and I ducked down. It must have got me because I could feel a stinging on my earlobe.
“Stay the Fuck down, Tank!” Sniper’s voice cut through the air, and I clenched my jaws. How had we not caught on to the fact that the Dragon Knights were building up forces? That they were planning a retaliation?
I cursed under my breath and t
ried to force myself to remain down. I would have liked nothing more than to walk into the fire and take out all the DK assholes who were there. As of now, I assumed that there were only two. But it would have been stupid of them to send just two guys against us, so there had to be more. Unfortunately, they had caught us by surprise.
Another shot rang out near us, and I couldn’t keep myself down any longer. I stood up from behind the crate and shot in the dark. I could hear my bullets hitting concrete and wood, and I growled as I shot, till two hands pulled me back down to the ground again.
“What the Fuck are you doing, man? You’re going to get yourself killed!” Gunner’s voice hissed in my ear.
“They’re going to close in on us!” I growled, but Gunner was keeping a firm grip on my arms.
“Fuck Tank! You’re bleeding,” he yelled, just as we heard the sound of police sirens.
“What?” I said and touched my earlobe, and I could feel the stickiness of blood on it. I pulled my fingers away from my ears and stared at the blood, which wasn’t that much. I looked up at Gunner with knotted brows.
“Are you kidding me? You call that bleeding?” I snapped, as the sound of the police sirens filled the air.
“Not your ear, Tank!” he hissed, and then grabbing me by my shoulders, he started heaving me up.
“We need to get outta here. The cops are coming,” Gunner barked, and I got up to my feet and followed him.
“Tank, fuck!” Hunter had appeared on my side as we ran towards the truck that Gunner had driven to the site.
“What?” I snapped back at him and saw that he was looking at me bleary-eyed.
“You’ve been shot, man!” he yelled back, and I looked down to see that my t-shirt had turned sticky and dark with a patch of blood on my stomach. A searing pain shot up my spine, a pain that I hadn’t felt till I saw the blood. I clenched my jaw to prevent me from screaming out in pain.
