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 with 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.
King slammed his hand on the table. “Everyone shut the fuck up and let me goddamn talk,” he thundered.
“Somebody get that man a Snickers,” Greta called.
“Stop being hangry,” Meg scolded.
King closed his eyes, and I felt the mood of the room change.
“The next person who talks that is not me is going to be kicked out of the club, and they will never step foot inside the clubhouse again. Got it?” King opened his eyes and looked around the two tables. “Marco and two of his men are going to Destin. They are also taking Grit with them. The exchange should be easy and simple. Marco gives Meeks what he wants, and then, they get the girl. None of us can leave town, so this is the way it has to be.” King glared at me. “I swear to God, if I wake up tomorrow and your ass has decided to be a tough chick and run to Florida to save your friend, I will not come after you, and no one in this clubhouse will either. Understand?”
I blinked twice and nodded. I wasn’t supposed to talk, right? I may not be part of the club, but if I was going to be with Frost, I didn’t think I wanted to get myself banned from entering the clubhouse.
“Marco said he can’t leave until tomorrow. He’s bending over backward to help us and has to tie up a few loose ends before he can jet-set across the country on an errand for us.”
Zag raised his hand.
King glared at him. “No.”
Zag slowly lowered his hand and nodded.
Whatever his question was, the answer was no, and he accepted that.
Shit, I had a question. Shit.
I raised my hand.
Everyone turned to look at me.
I wasn’t going to risk talking. It was a simple question, and I think it had a simple answer.
I shook my hands together and gave a huge smile. I separated my hands and set one on the table and the other I waved across the air.
King stared at me.
How the hell was I going to ask him if Royal was coming back with Marco or if she was going to stay in Destin?
I rounded my hands in front of my stomach like I was pregnant. They had to know what that was, right? Then, I