Page 14 of Feint

I tucked the card into my inner jacket pocket before getting back on my bike. Fuck, if we needed to do this tonight, then I was going to have to call them.

I pulled out my phone and dialed the road captain’s number.

“What do I owe the pleasure, Enforcer?” I heard his voice say over the line.

“Hey, I need you and the sergeant to grab one of everything we have in stock—and I mean, everything. Then, the two of you need to start driving to the city. I’ll send you the location I’ll meet you two at. I need you two here before sunset,” I ordered over the phone.

Silence for a minute, and then I heard a chuckle.

“You sure you want me to tell him? Why not tell him yourself? Couldn’t be because you two are all pissy right now over the open seat,” Wilder’s voice teased.

I wasn’t in the mood for teasing.

“Did I fucking ask for your opinion, Road Captain? I’m giving an order as the enforcer, and last I checked, what I say is followed by the both of you. BY SUNSET.”

I hung up the call and mounted my bike, turning it on. I put my helmet on and pulled the strap tight, and then I revved my bike. I took off from the gas station. I needed to make a couple more stops today. The Kkangpae wasn’t the only customer I wanted to set up a meeting with, but they were the biggest.

But there were other smaller arm dealers in the city, and if I charged them fifteen percent more than the Kkangpae, I might break even with our original costs.

Gotta think like the VP, act like the VP, and there’s no way I won’t get the VP spot.

I made a few other stops. One place shook on it on the spot, got shot down by another, and the last was iffy, saying they needed time to think it over. I gave them a little time, but not much. Two days, and I needed to know.

I also managed to shoot off a text to Damien that I was pulling the sergeant of arms and road captain away for some potential business in the city so that was why they would be gone. She already knew, of course, and pressed for more details, but I wasn’t ready to give any to her yet. Not before the meeting with the Kkangpae.

I pulled over where I was supposed to be meeting the guys, and then I took out the business card and dialed the number. It rang twice and then was answered.

“Backbone Trailhead. You’ll see a red marker before the lookout. Drive down there.”

The line went dead. I put the location in my phone—an hour away with current traffic. I texted Wilder to see where the fuck they were. And as I sent the text, a familiar bike’s roar sounded in my ear, and an SUV behind it pulled up next to me. Almost late.

Wilder took off his helmet.

“I know, I know. Cutting it close. But it’s not easy to put together the product you ordered in such short notice.” The sergeant of arms leaned his arm on the open window.

“This better be good to drag us hours away,” Mack grunted, giving me an annoyed look.

“All you gotta do is shut up and open the ride when we get to the location. Don’t say shit, or you’ll ruin what I might have in the works. The club needs this cash flow, so let’s suck up our bullshit and go.”

If he fucked this up, I swear I would kill him on the way home tonight. The SUV wouldn’t even make it back to the clubhouse. I pulled alongside the road captain, and all three of us drove out. I was on edge. My body was tense. I needed this to work. It had to work.

We rode through the city as the sun fully set and up into the mountains on the outskirts of LA. Pulling up that road, I saw the red marker and signaled to turn onto the side road. We rolled through the dirt roads, all of us on high alert. These two didn’t know what we were rolling into, and for all I knew, it could be a set up by the Kkangpae. The leader might not have actually given a shit about doing business together. Fuck, I had been so focused on getting a meeting setup that I really didn’t take a moment to research the area and figure out if it was a place with any other exits than the one we were riding on. But when we pulled out of the narrow road and into a parking lot, my muscles loosened up a bit.

There was the Kkangpae leader leaning against his car, along with a few other vehicles and men. They all looked relaxed. The area was dimly lit by old streetlights that edged the parking spaces. We pulled up next to them, and I leaned my bike on its kickstand and got off. I removed my helmet and gloves and made my way over to the Kkangpae leader, Wilder hot on my heels.

“Yo, Enforcer, what are we doing, meeting with the Kkangpae?” he whispered to me.

I could tell by the look Mack gave me as we passed him that he was thinking the same thing, and he was probably kicking himself for not thinking about this deal before I did. As we approached the Kkangpae leader, he pushed off the car, and a couple of men in black suits with red ties flanked him as we met in the parking lot.

“Right on time,” he greeted me coolly.

His gaze went from me to my road captain and then over to the SUV, where the sergeant had opened the trunk and arranged the arsenal for display. His eyes were unreadable, but his stance made sure we all knew he was the one calling the shots tonight. If we didn’t impress him, we would be sent packing. The stakes were high for me tonight—that’s for damn sure.

I turned and gestured for him to walk with me to the back of the vehicle. When we got there, the sergeant of arms stepped aside and revealed the items we’d brought. It was a good display of the lethal craftsmanship the BLVD Riders could provide them. His eyes brightened as he surveyed the weaponry, and his gaze lingered on the intricate details of each item.

“You came more prepared than I’d anticipated,” he said, his voice low and smooth.

“We don’t mess around,” Mack spoke, his voice steady, but with a slight tone of offense.