Gangsters

Firefight

James and his gang walked to a brown brick building. Marching with a swagger. Guns in hand. James carried two guns. One in each hand. "Take Samuel alive." He commanded. They all marched in and dispersed. Gunfire started sounding throughout the building. Pop! Pow! Bang! Echoing through the walls and ringing into ears. James turned and hid behind a wood crate just as a bullet cracked the edging and sent splinters in the air. He spun back to the open and fired twice. Blam blam! He walked ahead as the body dropped. He strided through, pulling the trigger before rolling to cover and hiding behind another wood crate. His right hand, Oliver, was above on the upper level and took out two gang members then carried on ahead angrily and was almost caught off guard by a member but tossed him over. He looked to see James had a member sneaking up on him. He took a knife out from his leg holster and threw it accurately at their head. James watched the body drop then looked up at Oliver and gave a nod. He stood and hurried off again. Oliver rushed down a flight of stairs to the lower level. James looked up at his men finishing the last bit. Then he looked to his right and stopped near the entry of a room where his brother, Edward, was bare knuckle fighting Samuel. "Aw, take him down Knuckles!" James cheered and holstered his guns. Oliver joined by James. Noah was approaching with a black bag in his hand. "Found these as well." He said. "What is it?" James asked and looked at the bag. Noah opened it and revealed pure diamonds. "Right, under the Queen's nose." He said. "We'll keep them." He said and took the bag. "Oy!" He shouted. Samuel looked to them as the rest of the gang joined. "I'm not going without a fight." Samuel said. "Bag him." James ordered then turned and headed to the exit. Samuel cried out as a group filed in and they put a black bag over his head.

James and the boys walked into the house. "They've gone to bed, sir." One of the guards said. "Thanks." He replied and headed upstairs. That was the first real fight the boys ever had. And they were unscathed! All of the boys went to bed, and James cuddled closely to Kate. "I'm glad you're alright." She said. "I told you I would be." He replied. She could sense his smile that stretched along his face. The next morning, James was at the dining table with Oliver. "Something doesn't feel right." Oliver said. "What you mean?" James asked curiously. "We took his son. We're holding him alive. While we murdered his men. What statement are we making here?" He questioned. Not really following the logic. "We wait for word. He wants his son back, and alive, he agrees to fall. He doesn't agree to fall? He will lose what matters most to him. And we will still hunt him down." James replied. "I'm worried." Oliver said. "About?" James asked. "What if he started pegging us off? One by one? Or heaven forbid, he kidnaps Kate. The things they would do to her..." He spoke then jerked as James pounded the side of his fist on the table. "Those thugs will NEVER get their hands on her! Nor will they take any of your lives." James stated. "Alright. I'm sorry." Oliver apologized. "You are forgiven." James replied.