Path of Ranger: Volume 1 by RJ

kitchen led to. JB watched for a few seconds how the others were beating up Tyris and Markus, then he turned around and left. They got what they deserved, so JB was relieved from his anger. Finally, things went in their natural order, justice thrived. That brought a great deal of peace to him.
    The gangster went outside from the front door. Looked around. Nothing caught his attention. Sunlight vanished with the dusk, yellow streetlights lit the surroundings. JB went down the ramp to get on his motorcycle. Suddenly, in about twenty yards from him an old gray sedan darted off towards him. The wheels were squeaking, burning up rubber, and a cloud of smoke raised behind them. The car ran near him instantly. He couldn’t even react yet, but it was already too late. The windows went down, JB made a try to outrun it to get behind the house. The effort was useless. Two men in ski masks showed themselves, both pulled out automatic rifles.
    Bridgers barely made a few steps when bright yellow flashes of firing guns blinded him. Those couple of seconds of being under assault felt like an eternity. The road was covered with shell casings. The gangster was thrown towards the house, for a brief moment he thought that he died. Even after the firing stopped, he still heard the echoes inside his head. Soon he realized that the car passed far away.
    Taking that hit felt terrible. JB tasted sickness, he nearly threw up all his insides. His body was burning in pain as if he would be torn apart. Everything mixed together in such a short time. The pain bandwidth lowered to block the confusion. His mind snapped back to balance. Bridgers realized that the menace passed, he couldn’t move yet, but he was sure that all of his organs were fine, the vest stopped all of the bullets. Rear gangsters were good shooters, JB was lucky that these two were not those.
    In just a few seconds, he already held a gun of his own. He pushed up against the ground with the fingers of the left hand and with the pistol’s muzzle in the right. The vehicle reached the end of the street by that time, but the gangster still could see it. JB ran around the house for his bike. Other thugs showed up from the back yard. Confused by the firing they stared at their boss.
    “B, are you alright, man?” one of the gangsters asked.
    “After them!” JB shouted when getting on the bike.
    “How many boys do you need?” the gangster asked.
    “Just one whip,” he finally looked at them. “What are you waiting for?! Go!”
    There was no need for delay anymore, after receiving an order the men went to the Caddy parked nearby. JB put on his helmet, turned on the engine, and rushed forward, not waiting for others. The vest pressed on his chest hard because of the bullet deformations, but he still was afraid to take it off. Those probably weren’t the last shots that he might take that night.
    A sick cloud appeared from the motorcycle’s rear wheel and the vehicle stormed through the road insanely fast. In a matter of seconds, he reached the end of the block to turn after the runaway car. Four other gangsters followed JB.
    Riding on the road he didn’t know exactly where that car headed, it wasn’t in his sight anymore, but JB had a good idea. His gut told him to stick to the path to D-Kay’s territory. Another block passed. After taking a turn, he saw a lone vehicle about a hundred yards ahead, his target. JB’s speed was already much faster than his foe's, so he didn’t elevate it more. An old abandoned motel showed up at the end of the street, it was likely to be empty. If anywhere was a perfect place to finish the chase, it was there.
    The furious gangster was racing on between lanes, the car came to the next turn, it had to be stopped that moment or never. JB took out the gun, aimed as accurately as he could, he had only one chance and he knew it. The gangster pulled the trigger. He didn’t care about the speed or the risk of losing control over the motorcycle, all that