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Ghost gun kits are parts kits that can be assembled into fully-operational semi-automatic pistols, lacking only the serial number required for ordinary pistol sales. They’re legal in a few US states (though not Minnesota), but they’re illegal in Canada.
Magnus looks around the table. “Reed, Fury, Black. You’ll be heading up to Canada with the shipment as soon as the Omaha guys come through with what we need from them.”
Reed, our Road Captain, and Black, our Enforcer, immediately give their assent. Normally, I’m the first to volunteer for any kind of run, and in any other situation, I’d be happy as hell to do it. But right now, the first thought that jumps to my mind is Kat, and how I’m not going to be able to keep her safe if I’m not here.
But saying no to a direct order from my president isn’t an option. So I just ask, “When do ya think that’ll be, Prez?”
“Week or so,” Magnus replies. “Maybe sooner. We’re gonna move it as soon as it come in. Be ready to take off with a day’s notice or less.”
After church, on the way out of the chapel, I grab Elmo, our tech and intel guy. “Hey Elmo. Need you to find out some info for me on a couple guys in the Eagle’s Talon. One’s named Quad Bergland. The other one’s Hooch something.”
“Can do,” Elmo says. “What do you need to know?”
“Not sure what I’m lookin’ for.” I tell him about the encounter I had with Hooch, but I leave out my connection to Quad’s sister. “Anything you can get me about what they’re involved in would be good. Who they owe, who they’ve crossed. Any shit in their personal lives they’ve been involved in that seems noteworthy or unusual.”
“When do you need the intel?”
“No huge rush. Next few days would be good. Before I leave for up north.”
He claps me on the shoulder. “You got it, brother.”
8
FURY
Just like I said I would be, I’m waiting for Kat outside the hospital when she gets off work. I text her that I’m outside the parking garage on my bike. I expect a fuss from her, but she just texts backok.
A few minutes later, her car pulls through the exit. She gives me a little wave through the window, and I follow her through the Minneapolis streets to her home. When we get to her place, I watch her park her car in the small lot next to it, then I pull in behind her rear bumper.
The apartment building where Kat lives has one parking lot with no street lamps near it that I can see. The only source of light I can identify is a small naked bulb above the front entrance — if it even works. I make a mental note to come back here at night and check out the situation.
On the far end of the lot are a couple guys over by their cars in wife beater shirts, talking to each other. They’ve got that small-time-drug-dealer-and-customer vibe. They flick their eyes our way, then keep talking like we’re not there.
The paint on the building itself is faded and cracking. What little greenery there is needs some serious watering and trimming. The place screams of neglect. Last time I was here, I noticed the lock on the front lobby door is broken. Anybody could get into this building if they wanted to with a minimum of effort. I don’t like that.
My critical appraisal of where Kat lives fades into the back of my mind as she climbs out the driver’s side of her car.
“Hey there,” I drawl, over the thudding of my heart in my chest. Damn, she’s still just so fucking gorgeous. I don’t know how she’s gotten more beautiful than she was at eighteen, but she definitely has. “Have a good shift?”
She smiles at me, looking tired but still absolutely fucking perfect. “Busy. Stressful. But that’s pretty normal. I’m used to it.”
That’s just the opening I was looking for. “Well, look, are you in the mood to blow that stress off of you on the back of the bike? Unwind a little?” I gesture toward the Harley. “We could take a little ride, go grab dinner somewhere.”
I’m pretty sure she’s gonna say no, so I’m gearing up to argue with her. But to my surprise, she takes a deep breath. “You know what? Sure, that actually sounds like a lot of fun.”
“Yeah? Cool.”Well, what do you know?
“Can you wait here for a couple minutes?” She glances toward her building. “I’ll just drop my stuff inside and change into something better to ride in.”
I watch as she turns and heads inside, noting once again that her ass is still as fine as I remembered. I light up a smoke to pass the time, leaning against the bike, and daydream about all the things I’d like to do to Kat Bergland. All the ways I’d like to touch her. How I’d love to make her scream my name as she comes. It’s been a hell of a long time since we were together, but I swear to Christ I still remember every moan, every gasp, every whimper. My dick jumps at the thought of her skin. The taste of her. The scent of her strawberry shampoo. Hell, I’ve jacked off thinking about her more times than I could ever count over the years.
The last time being this morning, in fact. I came so hard in the shower thinking about her sucking me off that I thought I was gonna pass out.
I’m just finishing the smoke and trying to get my cock to calm the hell down when the front door to her building opens and Kat comes back outside. Fuck me sideways, she looks spectacular. She’s dressed in tight jeans, boots, a T-shirt, and a cute leather jacket that molds to her curves. Perfect, effortless biker babe attire. Flashing me another brilliant smile, she waits for me to mount the bike and then hops on behind me without a word, wrapping her arms around my waist and holding on tight.
And just like that, it’s like old times.
“You still like fish?” I call back to her as I pull out of the lot. “Thought we could go to Minnehaha Falls. They’ve got a pretty decent restaurant there. Casual place, specializes in seafood.”
