Page 85 of Harbor (The Wanderers 3)

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Keanu asked, drawing his gun.

“What’s wrong with me is I don’t take kindly to liars. Where’s the fucking bitch you’ve been harboring?”

Dario had pulled his gun too. In fact, everyone had. Now they were in a standoff, guns swinging around, pointing at one another.

“There’s no one else here, asshole,” Dario gritted out. “So I suggest you get back in your car and drive away before someone gets killed.”

The man chuckled. “That someone is about to be you, motherfucker.” The moment he lifted his arm, Maya coolly aimed at the second man. She was taking a chance, but she knew Stuart. He would take out the most imminent threat first.

And he came through for her. The moment he shot the man right in the chest, she fired her weapon too, hitting the second man square in the head. Both men dropped dead as the rest of them turned in her direction.

Maya didn’t have a chance to reveal herself though because moments later a second car sped onto the scene.

“Son of a bitch. Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Stuart shouted. He pinned his eyes in her direction as he jumped into the driver’s seat. Keanu, Advic, and Dario also ran toward the van, all three of them scrambling to climb into the open sliding door behind the driver’s seat.

The van was already moving before they had the door shut, and Stuart was glancing in Maya’s direction over and over. She knew he couldn’t see her. She needed to remain out of sight. She also knew he was savvy enough to realize she’d been the one to take the shot.

Gunfire rang out from the new vehicle as it skidded to a stop but then resumed moving forward, chasing Stuart.

Maya was horrified when Dario leaned out the front passenger window, shooting at the car. He’d climbed into that spot from the back in seconds. Dario had good aim too because he managed to hit the windshield of the second vehicle. Unfortunately, the car didn’t slow down. It didn’t appear anyone had been hit.

Dario continued shooting, but Maya turned her attention to the silver vehicle. She would lose her mind if both cars managed to peel away, leaving her with no way of knowing what happened.

She took a risk, shooting several rounds at the enemy even though she might give away her location.

“Fucking hell,” Franklin muttered as he lifted his gun next to hers and also began shooting.

Maya was relieved when she saw the front passenger slump forward. She had no idea who’d made the hit. Her relief was short-lived because the driver never slowed down.

Seconds later, both cars sped out of sight.

“Fuck,” Maya shouted as she jumped to her feet and started running toward the motorcycle. “Let’s go.”

The only reason Franklin was able to keep up with her was because her fucking leg wasn’t even close to being ready for this kind of thing. Nor was the rest of her body.

Franklin passed her up and was on his bike, reaching for her to help her jump on behind him seconds later. He even managed to snag her pack off the ground and toss it to her as he sped off.

“Where are we going?” she asked, jerking her gaze all around her, hoping to spot the van and the car so she could reengage.

Franklin took off in the opposite direction though.

“What are you doing?” she shouted, pointing behind her. “They went that way.”

“And we’re going this way, Rambo. Like we should have in the first place.”

She swatted at his biceps. “No. Go back.”

He ignored her, and the truth was there was nothing she could do about it. Her threat of jumping off would get her nowhere. Not this time.

He drove fast, too fast, but it only took about five minutes before they emerged into a clearing with a log cabin and sped to a stop. Franklin shut off the engine, slid off the side of the bike, and grabbed Maya by the waist. “Get inside, Rambo, before someone sees you.”

When she didn’t move, he swept her off her feet and carried her into the cabin against his chest, jogging. Someone opened the front door as they approached. Another man almost as large as Franklin. His brow was furrowed as he stepped back and then shut the door and locked it as soon as Franklin cleared the threshold.

Maya was furious and breathing heavily. “Put me down,” she yelled, swatting at his chest.

Franklin ignored her and carried her to the kitchen table before setting her on top of it. He took her pack from her and dropped it on the floor, then immediately lifted her bum leg and looked at it closely. “Your men are going to kill me,” he stated.

“What happened?” a female voice asked.

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