Frost nodded.
“Marco said he’d get with you when he figures out the worth of what he’s doing.”
I held up my hand. “Timeout. Hold up.”
“I swear to Christ, we only attract the feisty ones,” Gambler complained. He leaned forward and looked at Hero. “Your chick like this?”
Hero laughed and nodded. “You think I’m gonna take up with a wet blanket with no mind?”
Gambler shook his head. “You’d probably get some peace and quiet if you did.”
I waved my hand. “Back to me. What exactly does that mean? About owing Marco. I’d like more specific detail on that. Is that like a blank check made out to mob?” Just like the club knew about Meeks, I had heard about the Banachis before. Big mob family that no one should ever mess with.
Frost now owed them…something.
“It means someday Frost is going to have to do something for Marco. Or not,” Demon explained.
But was that really a good explanation?
He owed them, but there might be a chance that Marco never calls him on it?
Frost patted my leg.
“I know, I know,” I grumbled. “You’ll explain it to me later.” I was going to have to make a running list of all of the things Frost needed to explain to me.
“So, what is the plan?” Rigid asked.
“This is where things are going to get tricky,” King muttered. “Ransom isn’t keen on any of us leaving town, let alone the fucking state.”
“We gonna magically teleport the chick here or what?” Slider joked.
King tipped his head and grimaced. “This is where the club winds up owing the Banachis.”
“Jesus,” Slider grumbled. “You know I hate having to owe Leo anything. He gives me such shit already. I’d like to try to stay on my brother-in-law’s good side.”
My jaw dropped. These guys were just dropping motorcycle club secrets like they were mini bombs. My jaw was going to end up on the floor by the time this meeting was over.
“He’ll explain it to you later,” Zig and Zag replied in unison when I raised my hand.
I was obviously becoming predictable. Add that juicy tidbit to the list.
“Leo is out of town. Marco was seeing if he could get back sooner, but he can’t,” King explained.
Hero whistled and shook his head. “Leo is actually letting Marco call the shots. Impressive.”
“You’re right. Maybe I’ll see if he’s available to take over for me too since Leo trusts him,” King growled. “Funny how he is earning his trust and not just demanding it.”
Lord have mercy, there was so much going on at this table. It was like a soap opera wit
h one main storyline and then like four subplots you had to pay close attention to. If I ever got the chance to come to one of these meetings again, I was totally bringing a pen and notepad.
Hero held up his hands.
“You still riding the bullshit about being prez?” Rigid growled. “What did I fucking tell you?”
Pen, notepad, and popcorn. These were the things I was going to bring to church.
I kind of wished there would be an intermission, and I could get a snack. All of this family drama was making me hungry.