Page 15 of Feint

I shot him a glare to shut the fuck up unless there was a question asked that needed to be answered.

The Kkangpae paid his sarcastic tone no attention, and instead, he reached for a sleek semi-automatic. His fingers traced the contours with a calculated touch, meticulously going over every inch of the gun. He knew his business, checking things less caring people wouldn’t. After a few moments, the weapon passed inspection, and a nod of approval sealed the deal.

He then made sure the firearm was loaded before turning around and taking aim at a target two men were holding a ways away. The three of us exchanged looks as the two men stood there, unmoving. He fired a clip worth of rounds into the target. Those two must have had complete trust in his aim with an untested weapon because neither of them flinched or moved a muscle during the entire test. But the power dynamic shifted when he hit every round into the center area of the target.

“Let me test the different pistols next,” the leader said, holding out the semi-automatic toward the sergeant of arms, not even glancing at him.

Mack took it and walked past me, barely checking my shoulder as he smirked. He needed a reminder that right now he was still under me and would show me respect during any club activities. He might have made the damn guns, but without me, this meeting would have never been set up.

“Sergeant, watch yourself,” I growled through gritted teeth, my glare making him hesitate, then adapt a pissed-off look on his face. Oh fucking well.

If he didn’t want to be reprimanded in front of clients, he shouldn’t act like he owned this meeting.

As the examination continued, the Kkangpae leader’s eyes flicked between us, no doubt picking up on the tension we carried toward each other. I met his gaze with a level stare, asilent challenge of my own toward him. The sergeant of arms might be a force to be reckoned with, but I was the enforcer, and my position wasn’t just given to anyone. The Kkangpae leader’s business was crucial for not just our club’s overall well-being, but also for my advancement to vice president.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the leader passed the final firearm back to Mack and faced me. I stood up straighter, meeting his look, leveling the tension in the air with my own gaze.

“Your firearms are better than I expected. Ten off my current dealer’s prices, and you can consider the Kkangpae a loyal client of the BLVD Riders.”

He extended his hand, and in it was the pack of cigarettes I’d purchased and placed on the bench earlier today. One was sticking out toward me, and I pulled it out and placed it on my lips. He did the same with another, and then he held out a lighter, lighting his and then my cigarette. Sealing the deal between our gangs.

“I want ten of each weapon I tested tonight, delivered to the noodle shop in the alleyway behind the gas station by the end of the week. Can you handle that?” he asked me as he puffed on the cigarette slowly.

I nodded. “It’ll be done. We deal with cash only, in full.”

He waved nonchalantly in the air. “Payment will be ready for you upon delivery.” He turned his back and started to walk away, then called over his shoulder calmly, “Tell the noodle man that you have a delivery for Fortune.”

He tossed me the opened pack of cigarettes as he continued walking. I caught it and looked at it. The pack had a phone number written on the front with his name. I smirked and put it in my jacket pocket.

We watched as they all got in their vehicles and drove out of the parking lot and down the road until they were out of sight.Soon, we couldn’t even hear their vehicles’ engines. I turned to the other two. We all exchanged looks, and then Wilder's smile broke.

“Yo, that’s a really good deal, isn’t it, Enforcer?!” he exclaimed excitedly.

He was the newest to the upper ranks of the club, but even he could tell when a good thing happened for our club.

The sergeant nodded in reply as I spoke.

“It’s possibly the best business deal since Damien took over as president. We used to have a really solid contact with another firearm gang in LA, but the Suns stole that years ago, back when Damien’s brother ran the BLVDs. This deal is going to give our club the much-needed income to begin to expand again. Maybe it’ll even help us start our LA chapter.”

I could taste the VP promotion on my tongue.

I was the only one with the contact for Fortune. I was the one who had gotten us this deal. There was no way the club could refuse to back me now. And judging the sergeant's body language, he was thinking the same thing.

We packed everything up, picking up the shells from the used guns, and then began the journey back up to the clubhouse. This was something I needed to deliver in person to Damien.

And a couple of hours later, we pulled into the clubhouse parking lot. I let the road captain take care of my bike, cleaning it, checking it over, and refueling it as I went in search of the president. I found Damien in the meeting room, going over some papers with some of the senior members.

“Enforcer, what do you need?” she asked, barely looking up.

“I think you might need to take a pause from the paperwork. Tonight, I possibly got the biggest deal the club has ever had.”

I sat down on the left side of her and placed the cigarette pack on the table. She stared at it for a moment before picking it up and examining it.

“Is this… Leave us.” She waved away the two members, who exchanged glances and got up and left the room.

Then, once the door was closed, she shook the cigarette pack at me and frowned. “What did you do to the Kkangpae, Kordell?”

I smirked at her. She thought I’d fucked up, that I’d done a bad thing to them. Wouldn’t this blow her fucking mind?

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