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My hand trembled as it slowly rose, taking a grip on the handle then quickly releasing it from my grasp. “No- no - I can’t. I don’t want it, Harry.”
“I didn’t ask you.” He furrowed his brows, shifting in the seat to get an easier view of me.
“I don’t even know how to use this.” I stated.
He stared at me and pushed his hand over to Liam. “Hold this,” he looked back to me, “You’ll have to learn. It’s simple.” He turned back and threw the gear into drive. He started down the drive and the other SUVs followed. Harry had mentioned it was about an hour drive out into the docks. My mind wondered as the drive dragged on. Once I got over the fact Liam’s arms were touching me no matter which way I turned, I began staring at Harry’s hands on the wheel and the gear, I’d catch glimpses of his full bottom lip in the rear view mirror and I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about them touching, brushing, kissing, pressing against my core and my hot skin. So smooth, but perfectly rough.
"Mate, what’s the cargoes number?" Fox leaned forward, and I looked over to him and then to Harry who turned and looked at Tom next to him. I’ve noticed that Tom seems to handle everything for Harry; he’s always got all the answers. Tom looked at him and flinched in his seat before quickly digging through his pockets.
“Uh- erm- ah - here!” He pulled out a crumbled scrap paper from his jeans. “F10007.”
“How are we gonna find it?” Liam turned.
“They’re unloaded from the ship in order. I paid - Harry paid - off the worker to switch it out so it was on the bottom.”
They all shook their heads in understanding.
“This is very…” I spoke. Harry quickly glanced up into the mirror, watching me, flicking his eyes on and off the road. “…organized.” His lips kinked up and he shifted in his seat as he checked his blind spot and sped off an exit.
“Has to be.” He admitted.
It was only a few more minutes after exiting the motorway before we turned down a dirt road, headed towards a lot of bright lights.
As we came closer I realized there was a guardhouse, the gate was down. Harry pulled up and the guard stepped from his small post and up to the car as Harry rolled down his window. He mumbled something into the guard’s ear, and the guard leaned back looking at the three SUVs behind us and then leaned back to Harry; who then shook hands, Harry undeniably slipping him money.
The gate lifted and we drove in. I could smell the bay water as we drove out to the dock. Intermodal containers towered above us as we drove through them like a maze.
As we drove down I could see lights, headlights. As we pulled up two of Harry’s SUVs pulled on either side of us and we stopped just a few meters in front of the other party’s trucks.
“Here,” Liam nudged me as the car came to a stop. I glanced over to his hand holding ‘my’ gun. “Take it.” He pressed.
“I-I - I do-“
Liam took my hand and pushed the grip into my palm. “Pull this back, aim, pull the trigger. That’s it. That’s all you have to know for tonight.”
I’d never held something like this. A gun? No. Never have I held one, nor did I ever think I would. Something so dangerous at my very own fingertips. So many things could go wrong with something like this in my hands, I was without a doubt frightened.
I looked up and not a moment after we made eye contact all four doors opened and all the boys stepped out. The doors slamming, causing me to jump and grip the cold metal in my hand tighter.
