Chapter Seventeen

JJ and I haven't left the dock that day. In fact, we sat on the dock and just let our legs fall off the edge. I sat in between JJ's legs and let my head rest on him.

He intertwines our fingers and every once and a while placed kisses on my neck, which made me smile every time.

We'd been together for around two weeks now, and even though JJ said he loves me last night and I kind of ignored it, I do love him, but I'm not sure if we're moving things too quickly. I don't want to lose him.

"Hey," I whispered. The air was quiet around us, all you could hear was the birds chirpy.

"Hey," he chuckled lightly, resting his head on my shoulder.

"Did you really mean it?" I asked him, arching my neck to look at him.

"Mean what?" He asked gently, my eye contact with me.

"When you said you love me." I gulped the anxious feeling down my throat. JJ bites his lower lip for a split second before nodding. I connected our lips together briefly and smiled at him. "I love you too, JJ."

"Hey, guys!" We had turned our heads to see that John B and Kie were walking towards us.

"Kie!" I exclaimed, smiling widely. "God, it's been a hot minute."

Kie leans on the railing, smiling. "It has, hasn't it?" John B lies down on the ground.

"Guys, I need to tell you something." John B told us and I frowned. I removed myself from JJ and sat against the pole. JJ looked over at me and pouted. "The Gold... Ward took it all."

My mouth drops. Anger riles up inside me. "Of course. Typical Ward Cameron."

Kie frowns. "What?"

"You're fucking kidding?" JJ asked, anger laced in his voice. His fists clenched up.

"Nope, man." John B shakes his head. "I just checked, 20 minutes ago."

"You sure he got everything?" I asked.

"Every bar." The emotion drained from his voice. "The whole enchilada." John B winces as he takes off the cast. He tosses it aside and uses the vests as a pillow-like last night. "Look, its not like I expected a happy ending or some shit."

"John B—"

"What, Kie?" John B asked. "It's a hairline fracture. Who cares?"

"You should care." Kie had spoken. "Your arms gonna be messed up for life."

"It's fine." John B raises his arm. "See?" He wiggles his fingers.

"Guys!" I looked over and saw Pope running towards us. "Guys!" He rushes along the dock and finally made it to us. "Oh! Oh! Oh, God. I ran all the way here."

"You all right?" John B asked, turning his head towards Pope.

"How was the interview, Pope?" JJ questioned.

"Don't ask." Pope grunts. "JB... Look, I'm sorry, dude. About everything."

"It's fine." John B brushes it off.

"But—But I don't have a lot of time, and—and I have information that is tactically relevant." Pope rushes out. "So, before I had my interview, my Dad said he was going down to the private airstrip to cut palms for Cameron's big plane. Because it was too heavy, it needed a longer landing strip to take off. So, I'm sitting there in my interview, thinking to myself, 'hm, why would Cameron need a longer airstrip to take off? What could be so heavy to weigh it down?'."

"Gold," JJ answered as we all realised the answer. Excited bubbled up inside me.

"That's right." John B said, nodding as Pope waves his arms around, clapping his hands and pointing at JJ.

"Exactly!" Pope exclaimed. "Guys, this is our chance, but it leaves tonight, and we have to go."

"Guys, we can't give up now." Kie had said.

I smiled widely and looked at Pope. "What's the plan, big man?"

"We're gonna steal that shit back." John B answered. We all sent each other wide grins.

"Let's do this!" Pope lets out a holler. JJ helps me stand up and he twirls me around. The others were ahead off us, celebrating.

"I love you, Stormy," JJ looked at me as he sets me down. I connected our lips together.

"Come on, guys!" Kie had shouted. "We ain't got all day!"

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As we head to the airstrip in John B's van, JJ loads the bullets. "We go in there, gun-a-blazin', make Ward Cameron beg for mercy, abscond with as much gold as vamonos, get the hell out of there."

My stomach churned at JJ's words. I didn't really like the idea of holding a gun to my father's head, but, at the end of the day, we have no choice. This is the only reason that Ward Cameron will give up the gold.

"Send that shit right down the Intracoastal." John B replied, his hands on the steering wheel as he drives.

"Wait for the weather." Kie had said, sitting in the passenger seat.

"Exit to Cuba." Pope replied.

"Cuba?" JJ chuckled. "No, man, Xclark, Jewel of the Yucatan. Lobsters so thick, mangoes, and no word for money,"

"Let's do this shit." I nodded my head and JJ sent me a wide grin.

Ten minutes later, the van parks outside underneath a tree by the fence where it a sign says 'no trespassing.' We all rushed out of the van, heading towards the fence.

"What's the plan?" Kie asked. "Broad strokes."

"I don't think we got that far." John B admitted. Pope looks through bandoleers.

"They're loading up the gold," Pope informed. There's an aeroplane on the runway, a car had driven up.

"There's Ward." John B had pointed out. I noticed John B's mouth opened wide.

"What?" I questioned. "What? What is it?"

"It's Sarah." He whispered and I take the binoculars. I peer through them and see Sarah standing by the black car.

"She's with him?" JJ had asked.

"Yeah." I breathe out, my face falling. How could Sarah do this? I watched Sarah argue with Dad. "She's arguing with him." I can hear my sister's cries of protest. "He's hurting her?"

"What?" Kie, John B, and JJ asked at the same time. John B quickly takes the binoculars from me.

"They're fighting." John B confirms. "Holy shit." John B rushes towards the van and gets into the driver's seat.

I turned to him. "John B! Hey! What are you doing?"
"John B. Where are you going?" Kie asked.

We all yell at him, trying to get him to stop, but he had stepped on the van straight towards the fence. JJ had pulled me quickly towards him, out of the van's way.

"What are you doing?!" JJ had yelled out, running towards the now broken down fence, the van driving on the runway.

  The aeroplane makes it down the runway and John B speeds after him. John B pulls up alongside of the aeroplane, John B pulls ahead of the aeroplane.

"Oh, my God." I trembled, leaning against the fence with wide eyes.
John B now ahead of the plane, does a u-turn, stopping in the middle of the airstrip.

I cringed as the plane was close to killing John B, but doesn't, as it skids to a holt.

"Guys, I can't get arrested." Pope had turned to us as soon as we heard the sound of sirens go off in the distance. I was gripping onto my hair.

"I'm on probation," JJ added.

"Look, we're no good if we're all in jail." Kie had pointed out and I stared at my family and John B, a hand covering my mouth. Kie and Pope turned around to leave but I stayed glued on my feet.

"Stormy, we have to go," JJ pulled at my hand.

"I—I have to—"

"No, Stormy, don't even think about it." JJ had told me sternly. "Look, I know that's your family out there, I get that. But we're your family now, too. You need to come with us, if anything happens to you while I'm not that there I'm going to fucking lose it, Storm, you hear me?"

I nodded, giving in and JJ pulls on my hand and I eventually found myself running away from them, praying that everything would be okay.

A/N

Poor Stormy...
But at least they love each other !