It’s…”
“He has a girl,” smirked Simon.
“Really?” Brandon leaned back. He tapped his finger on the table. “I haven’t seen you with anyone from the club.”
“She is not any of the women who work at the club.” There were a number of women who worked in the club—either as employees or in exchange for free bread and board. Most bikers were happy to date these women because they knew the score. “She’s not even from the club.”
Marco wasn’t comfortable talking about it. This was the perfect time to tell them that she was Ned’s ex-wife, but something made him bite down on his tongue. In the mood that he was in, Brandon would insist on meeting her. Frankly, Marco wasn’t sure if Stacy would be up for such an encounter. She wasn’t used to meeting hard men like Simon and Brandon. It was a good thing that Ned had not created any trouble as yet. Perhaps the man was also biding his time. Whatever it was, he was happy to keep her as his secret a little longer.
“Not from the club? Marco, you devil.” Brandon slapped his hand on the table. “We’ll meet her soon enough. Invite her to one of the cookouts once this shit is over. Actually, I might have a barbeque at my place once we teach those bastards a lesson. Bring her along. The gang would be happy to see her, and we would love to celebrate the defeat of the Romans with her.”
Marco didn’t think everything would work out as well as Brandon envisioned, but if they managed to hit the other club a little bit, then at least the fire for revenge would die down and maybe they would be able to chalk out a plan that would serve them better. “So when do you intend to leave for the raid? I’m guessing later tonight?”
He would have to cancel his dinner plans with Stacy. She must already be planning for it, and he would hate to do this to her at the last minute, but his club needed him, and there was no way he could let them do this alone. “We will hit them at midnight,” announced Brandon. “Gather the troops. I want twelve good men who aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty in a fight. Tell them to be here by eleven and I will explain the approach. In the meantime, Simon I want you to draw the map so that we have an idea of which direction we are entering, and we need to have at least two exit points. We’ll have cars ready at both places.”
“Sure thing, boss.”
“What about me?” asked Marco.
Brandon considered him with a smirk on his face. “You’re rushing headlong on the love boat, Marco. I think it’s better if you concentrated on that for now. I don’t want you to go there while you are distracted by thoughts of your lady love.”
He didn’t like the statement. It was intended as an insult, and he took it as such. “I can do my job well.”
Brandon leaned forward and clapped him on the shoulder. “I know you can, Marco, but right now I think you’re a bit inattentive, and I don’t want you to spread that among the men.”
It took him only a moment to realize that Brandon was afraid he might convince the men that it was a bad move to attack the warehouse. Although he wanted to argue, Marco knew that Brandon wouldn’t like it. It would only antagonize him even further. He met Simon’s gaze and then nodded. He’d made a mess of things, and it was better to shut his mouth and roll with the punches.
“Fine. But I would like to be included in the next raid.”
Brandon relaxed and grinned. “Sure, sure, why not. But first we’ve got to make a success of this. Now, Simon, I am thinking that we take along some of the younger boys.”
Marco stood. There was no place here for him right now, and that was ok. If Brandon wanted to continue with this foolhardy scheme, then there was no way he could stop him now. The end result of this wouldn’t be good, but Brandon wouldn’t listen to him. Sometimes Marco thought that by joining a biker’s club,