– Jax –
“What time does the shipment arrive?” Gunner asks from over my shoulder, “10 pm we’ve gotta get ready soon” I reply still staring at the security cameras infront of me, “Tell the men to suit up, we ride in 10”, I hear Gunner’s shoes shuffle out of the room as I study the multiple screens infront of me watching for any movement.
“Come on boy you have been staring at that screen for days now, you need to get ready” Shark Eye’s voice comes from the doorway, I turn around to face him and nod before following him into the armoury. I look around and choose my weapons of choice, I equip the guns with silencers and place my knives and blades in their holsters.
I walk out into the main room and look around at the crowd of men surrounding me, Knuckle’s and Gunner walk to my side and wait for my commands, “You all know the plan, take out anyone you see we are here to send a message, everyone work swiftly and quickly we need to get in and out without raising any suspicion. Make sure all your guns are silenced no fuck-ups tonight, I promised my old lady I’d come home to her”.
Without another word I make my way out to the SUV’s and vans, no bikes today they’re too loud. Gunner, Knuckle’s, Wood and I get in the first SUV the rest of the other men split between the rest of the cars, “Let’s start this party” Gunner says as he starts the drive to the shipping yards.
We get to the shipment yard and take our positions if all goes well this should be over and done within 2 minutes. I look over to Gunner who nods at me, I turn my attention back into the scope of my sniper, I watch over the yard patiently waiting for a sign.
Half an hour later our truck shows up, as usual, the driver unloads the container and leaves. Knuckle’s radios over to me “Do we move?” I keep watch of the yard, still no sign of them. “Not yet, the yards too quiet, somethings up” as soon as I reply I spot someone walking over to our container, I watch as they check the number on the container and yell out to someone.
Soon enough more men begin to surround the container, I wait for the perfect moment before sending the command. Seconds later bullets start to fly as my men begin to close in on the enemy, I start to pick them off one by one, once I’m satisfied I begin my walk through the aisles of shipping containers, I can hear the sound of bullets flying in the background still, I’m just looking for stragglers.
As I move from aisle to aisle I see nothing, I begin to relax as the sounds of bullets begin to die down, I let out a soft sigh before a sharp sting hits my neck, I feel a warm trickle of blood begin to drip down my neck onto my chest, I turn around to see Matthew standing there with a smile on his face, of course, it’s him.
“Good to see you pres, how’s my beloved sister?” He asks with venom in his voice, my fingers trail to the blade that’s holstered around my leg, I quickly pull it out and get a good grip on it. “Oh I can’t wait to kill you” I say through gritted teeth I lunge at him and elbow the side of his face, he drops to his knees and cradles the side of his face I jump behind him and put him in a headlock, “You know you really made this too easy for me, I like to play with my food before I kill it” I say while laughing.
I position the blade at his throat “Any last words?” I ask, he says nothing but the sound of a gun cocking makes me stop dead in my tracks, I look up to see who I presume is his boss standing infront of us, “You’re the pres I’m guessing?” I ask raising an eyebrow at him which seems to just piss him off more.
He points the gun to my head and smiles, “Drop your blade” I nod my head and throw the blade across the walkway “Any last words?” He asks with a smirk plastered on his face, I shuffle around and use my now free arm to quickly grab my pistol from the back of my jeans “Save me a seat in hell” I reply, I quickly slide my hand across Matthews’s neck slitting his throat in the process, I look down to the small ring on my finger that has an inbuilt razor blade, I knew this ring would come in handy one day. I quickly pull the trigger that’s pointed at the ‘president’ infront of me, I hear two gunshots go off knowing full well at least one of them was mine.
Searing hot pain radiates from my upper arm taking the pain from the cut on my neck away, I look over to my shoulder and see the crimson liquid flow down my arm and drip into puddles on the ground next to me, I hear footsteps approaching me, I take one last look at my two victims before turning around, I turn around and see Gunner running up to me.
“Shit brother, we need to get you out of here” he runs up to me and throws one of my arms over his shoulders carrying me back to the SUV, the car ride consists of me falling in and out of consciousness due to blood loss, Gunner yelling at me and Gunner yelling at Knuckle’s to hurry up, “STOP DRIVING LIKE YOU’RE 60 YEARS OLD!” I hear Gunner yell from beside my head, “I AM 60 YEARS OLD!” I hear Knuckle’s yell back at him.
“Don’t stress boys, I’ve been shot before” I say adjusting myself in the backseats so I’m sitting up more, “Don’t tell me not to stress, with you and Harley I’m going to be grey by the time I’m 30!” He yells throwing his hands in the air dramatically, “Hey there’s nothing wrong with being a silver fox” I hear Knuckle’s say, I look over to him to see him running his hands through his hair and beard.
Soon enough we get back to the clubhouse and I’m rushed inside by an almost hysterical Gunner, he leads me over to the club doctor who removes the bullet and stitches me up, “Now no riding for a few days, you’ve gotta let that heal, you will reopen the wound if you overdo it” the doctors say’s while rummaging around for medication, I nod my head, he turns around and smiles handing over the pain killers and antibiotics.
“You know the drill finish the whole packet, if anything goes wrong, go to your own doctor” he smiles again and pats me on the shoulder before walking out of the makeshift doctor’s office. “So we aren’t going home tomorrow?” Gunner asks as he catches up to me, “Oh we are” I say as I push open the doors to go outside, I walk down the wooden steps taking a seat on the second last one Gunner sits down beside me.
I light up a cigarette and offer one to Gunner, he takes it and lights his “But you can’t ride, you don’t want to open your stitches Harley will kill you” he says as he takes a drag, I laugh and nod “Yeah she will, but she would kill me more if I didn’t come home to her, I told her I always will and she’s more important than some stupid stitches. Oh, and if it rips open I know she will stitch them up for me” I wink and nudge Gunner who looks slightly horrified but impressed at what he just heard.
We finish our cigarettes before Gunner stands up to stretch, “Well let’s get a good nights sleep and then home to the queen of the Headless Horsemen” he says bowing like an idiot at the end, I laugh and stand up slapping his back, “You’re a dickhead sometimes you know?” I say as we walk back inside the clubhouse, “I know but you wouldn’t change a damn thing”.
Gunner walks off to one of his rooms while I make my way to the bar, I grab a glass of whiskey and begin the walk to my room, “Can I talk to you for a second Jax?” I turn around to see Shark Eye’s standing behind me, “Of course, why don’t we go outside away from everyone?” He nods his head as we make our way back outside, we walk over to one of the wooden tables and sit down.
He lights a cigarette and I light a joint, “I just wanted to thank you for being there for Harley through all of this brotherly bullshit, she needed you and you stood up to the job and for that I cannot thank you enough, I know she’s a handful and a pain in the ass sometimes but all of her intentions are well-meant” he says looking down at his hands, “I’d do anything for her Shark Eye’s, she’s my person”.
“How’s you and Harley going?” He asks me while inhaling his cigarette, “We are good, she’s changed a little less hostile opens up more, I think she’s finally finding herself, I couldn’t be more proud of her” he smiles and nods his head, “You’re good for her Jax, I can tell just by the way she looks at you, It’s like you’re her hero, you own all of her and I hope you never do anything to hurt her”.
I take a drag of my joint and nod my head, “I’d marry her tonight if I could” I say with a laugh, “No you fucking won’t” he mumbles under his breath which causes me to laugh even harder. “Come on old man, you need a big sleep before our ride tomorrow,” I say rubbing his head, “Get the fuck out of here,” he says while he swats my hand away before walking off mumbling nonsense to himself.
I walk back into the clubhouse and say goodnight to everyone I pass, I eventually find the room I’m meant to be staying in, I collapse onto the bed not bothering to shower or undress, thoughts of Harley fill my mind, god I miss her. I’ll be home soon kitten.