“You guys are fine.” I pointed at Zig and Zag. “But you two assholes need to become blind anytime Indiana steps foot on stage.” The rest of the guys in the club were respectful enough to not gawk at Indiana. I knew Zig and Zag would make an outright show of making sure to go to the club when Indiana was working.
Zig grabbed Zag’s arm and clutched his other hand to his chest. “I do believe we have offended our dear little brother.”
Zag gasped. “I think you may be right!”
“Are you sure I’m not adopted?” I asked Dad.
He shrugged.
“Or maybe they were somehow switched at the hospital? You brought home the wrong babies?” I pondered.
“How dare you?” Zag gasped. “Can you not see my chiseled jawline and striking resemblance to Dad?”
“Yeah, ditto for me since, you know, we’re identical,” Zig added.
Dad shook his head. “None of you are adopted or were switched at the hospital. Your mama didn’t leave you guys once you were born, though I have to wonder what it would be like if you were switched.”
“Do you think we will ever have church where we don’t run off with some weird as shit topic every time?” King asked Rigid.
Rigid shrugged. “I mean, it’s been a solid run of over twenty years of having meetings like this. You really think we should change them now?”
“All we wanted to know is if Frost was with the chick, and now we’re talking about Zig and Zag not being able to go to Sultry Knights anymore.” King sat back in his chair and sighed. “I guess it doesn’t really matter at this point. Not like we can call Marco and tell him never mind.”
Rigid nodded. “Yup. Let’s just hope getting this girl back isn’t going to cost an arm and a leg.”
“Whatever it costs, I’ll take care of,” I growled.
“Oh, you will, huh?” Dad asked. “You got a gold egg you’re hiding in your room or something?”
“Whatever it is, it’ll get paid,” King replied.
“Maybe they’ll just give her back without needing anything from us,” Zag guessed.
King rolled his eyes. “They aren’t going to want anything from us, Zag. The Meeks are going to want something from the Banachis, and then Leo is going to let us know how much that is going to cost us.”
I opened my mouth to again say I would cover whatever was needed, but Dad pointed his finger at me.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Thankfully we’re on Leo’s good side,” Dad noted.
“Thanks to Slider,” Pie laughed. “Pretty sure Slider snagging Fayth cemented the fact that the Devil’s Knights will always be on the Banachis’ good side.”
King laughed. “Good point.” He grabbed the gavel and weighed it in his hand. “So, we wait to hear from Marco. The rest of the club will be back in a couple of days, and then, we’ll figure out who is going and who is staying.”
“Are we going to pretend that Indiana is actually going to stay, or maybe we should just plan on her coming? Maybe come up with a game plan,” Dad suggested. He looked at King and Rigid. “We might as well use our years of experience with our own ol’ ladies and know that sometimes it’s easier to go along with their crazy plans than to try to stop them.”
“Part of me thinks that’s a good idea, and then another part thinks we’re just inviting a disaster down to Florida with us,” Rigid groaned.
“Look, it’s not like we’re going to send Indiana down there alone. We’re gonna be there and will be able to control the situation,” I pointed out. “I say we let her come along if she wants and just avoid the huge uproar it will cause if we tell her no.”
“You know Mama and Meg will have a heyday with you throwing the club business words around,” Hero laughed.
“I haven’t used those words in years,” Kings grunted.
“Probably because there hasn’t been any shit happening with the club that the girls shouldn’t know about,” Dad chuckled.
Rigid pointed at Dad. “That would be true.”
King slammed the gavel on the table. “We wait to hear from Marco, and once we do, Indiana can come along if she wants.” He sniffed the air. “Am I the only one smelling actual food?”