Page 72 of Elling & Jackie

"Give me five minutes and start sending them out with Dag," said Rune.

Brage turned off the light while Rune left the cabin. When the door clicked shut, he turned the flashlight on again.

They'd all came expecting to get caught. It would be a fucking miracle if they got away with half the loot Bantorus had in storage.

Elling worked at loading Dag up with rifle parts. He wouldn't worry about keeping the pieces together. His Slag brothers in Norway would figure out how to assemble and make them whole again.

He sent Dag with the first group and diligently laid out more pieces on top of the crate for the next run. Sweat coated his back under his vest. Each minute seemed like an hour.

Half expecting sirens, flashing lights, and the door to open, he worked fast. The last thing he wanted was to be thrown in the slammer. He still needed to convince Jacqueline he would never use her to get to her family.

The last time he attempted to talk to her, it went all to hell with her sister there. She wasn't willing to listen. He'd left, not wanting to make more trouble for her. She was mad enough at him, she could've even gone to her family and outed their whole relationship to get back at him.

In that case, he was a dead man walking.

Over the next half hour, thanks to Dag's swiftness, Elling estimated they loaded the car with half the supplies. At least eighty rifles—once they were put together.

"Be prepared for the Bantorus skeletal crew to hear the car start." Brage stood in front of the door. "Grab the towels in here. I'll wait until you guys have cleared the area and remove the coverings from the two cameras on the bar."

"Wait." Marcus stood in the corner of the room.

Brage shined the light illuminating Marcus as he slowly turned, holding a cash box, and smiling.

"Look what we missed." Marcus walked toward the door. "Now, let's get the hell out of here."

Outside, Elling sprinted in the dark. He arrived at his Harley winded. Thirty-eight years old and the life of a biker was catching up to him. He needed to lay off the smokes and drinks.

"Come on," he muttered, ready to start his motorcycle as he watched for Brage.

They weren't home-free yet. Elling wouldn't relax until every member arrived safe and sound back at the clubhouse.

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