Page 54 of Fox (Road Rebels MC 4)
“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 tried 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.
“I’m fine,” I replied, in a softer voice, even though I could feel my voice choking in my throat. “Worry about those Dragon Knights taking our shipment.”
“Fuck the shipment,” Gunner bit back at me.
“Get in here, you two!” Glock yelled, and I looked up to find that the others had already gotten into the truck. Glock was holding the door open for us to get in, and I reached up and my arms buckled. Another shot of pain seared through my side, and my vision started to tunnel.
Hunter caught me, pushing me forward and the sirens grew nearer and nearer.
“Push him up,” Glock cried out, and Hunter did, pushing me with his full body force till I had fallen into the front seat with the others. He followed us in, and within seconds, Gunner was zipping us out of the docks.
“Take off your shirt. Take your fucking shirt off!” Glock was still yelling, and Hunter ripped my t-shirt. I was hunched over on the seat, with my head resting against the coolness of the window. Gunner was driving at full speed towards the Rusty Pelican, our bar where the rest of the MC would have already congregated.
Glock and Hunter were peering into my wound now, while Sniper sat slumped beside Gunner.
“Is it in there?” Gunner asked, keeping his eyes on the road as he drove. I could feel the throbbing ache in my stomach grow out of control. Now every time I moved a muscle, I could feel the pain thumping.
“I don’t see the bullet. We need bandages and need to make the bleeding stop,” Glock replied. None of them were willing to touch me yet, and I remained in the same position, gritting my teeth and clenching my jaws.
“Can the girls help?” Sniper asked, and the others remained quiet. Sniper meant the other women, Gunner and Hunter’s girls and Axel’s old lady.
“Do you think he needs to go to a hospital?” Sniper asked when nobody had said anything.
“I’m not going to a fucking hospital. If the bullet’s in there, one of you can pull it out. Just give me something to bite into when you do it,” I hissed, and I could feel my eyes rolling in my head. I knew I was beginning to feel weak; it had to be the blood loss. But there was no way I was going to the hospital. The hospital meant questions on how I got shot, and I wasn’t prepared to figure out some story to tell them.
The others were still silent, and I growled.
“Did you guys hear me? No fucking hospital!” I barked, and Gunner stopped the truck with a jolt.
