It was time to move this fucking plan along. And it looked like Ricky Grecian just might be the key to make that happen.
***
I arrived at the meeting place an hour later. It was a hidden picnic area in a national park far away from Storm’s clubhouse, and it was the place we met when the three of us needed to talk without having any prying eyes or ears on us. I watched as they walked towards me, thinking the day we put this plan into motion was a turning point in my relationship with Scott. Griff had come up with the plan so he could get closer to Marcus and find out insider information that would help Scott boot Marcus out.
“Scott, VP,” I greeted them with a chin lift.
Scott chuckled because he knew how much Griff hated it when I called him that.
“Fuck off,” Griff muttered.
I smirked. “Griff, it’s too fucking easy to shit you.”
“Yeah, well, you’d be the same if you had a mind full of shit and people in your fucking ear all the time about bullshit club business.” He looked at Scott. “I don’t know how the fuck you managed to do this job and not lose your shit.”
“Which is why we need to move this along,” I said. “The sooner we get rid of Marcus, the sooner you can restore some order in the club.”
“We still haven’t located Blue,” Scott said.
“I think it’s time we gave up on that,” I suggested. “We can use Ricky instead.”
Griff furrowed his brows. “How so?”
“We need to flush him out, make him show his hand where Storm is concerned. He wants you guys to back off his territory, and if you push him, he’ll come for you.”
They contemplated it, and then Scott said, “So, he fucks with us which will hurt Marcus and cause his supporters to think twice, yeah?”
“Yeah, you just need to make them doubt him so that once he’s gone, they’re more receptive to you stepping into his shoes. Up until now, he’s had too much support for that to have much impact but there’s so much disorder in the club now, I think this has a shot at working.”
Griff nodded. “I like it.”
“You know Ricky well, Blade, so what do you suggest is the best way to piss him off?” Scott asked.
“Contact him and tell him you have no intention of stepping away, and then flood his territory straight away.” I looked at Griff. “It will be up to you to get that timing right with Marcus and to get him to flood it more than whatever he has planned.
Griff nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“And what’s his reaction likely to be?” Scott inquired.
This was the part of the plan they wouldn’t like. “Ricky’s unpredictable, which is his strength. Leroy taught us that. He’ll likely come for you at the clubhouse, try and take as many of you out at once as he can. Bring you to your knees that way. So you’ll need to up your security there. I can give you manpower, but the tricky thing will be trying to explain that to Marcus.”
“Okay, so we work that out, and then I’m assuming we’ll need to also take Ricky out at the same time as we deal with Marcus, yeah?”
“Yes,” I answered.
Scott raked his hand through his hair. “Fuck, Blade, this is a fucking risky plan.”
I gave him a hard stare. “Do you think I got where I am today without risk? You can keep doing what you’re doing, and you’ll likely still be pissing in the wind in a year’s time. I know what I’d rather fucking do.”
Griff looked at Scott. “He’s got a point. I’m sick to fucking death of the way the club is now.”
“Okay, let’s do it,” Scott agreed.
“Thank fuck,” I muttered.
***
I walked into Layla’s bar with a ready-to-go hard-on just after four that afternoon. Usually that was a quiet time for her, but it was just my fucking luck that wasn’t the case today. Based on the number of customers vying for her attention, she’d be at least an hour away from taking care of my dick. And that was as long as no new customers arrived.