I shrugged.
“Uneventful. Elizabeth was obnoxious this morning, but I say that as if it’s news.”
Brock seemed careful not to react in any way.
“And the Bandits?”
“None of them came to the office.”
Brock nodded.
“I was thinking about everything today after Davis came and tried to break shit up last night,” Brock said. “We have a war on two fronts right now. We’ve got it with the Bandits, and we’ve got it with Sheriff Davis.”
Fucking Davis.
He was there when it happened.
And what did he do?
“I wish it was easy as saying we could attack him, but if we attack a sheriff, we’ll bring in even worse problems,” Brock said. “So we have to ‘fight’ him with less overt means.”
“And how the fuck are we going to do that?” I said, fighting to keep my voice even keeled.
Brock sighed.
“We’re forming smaller teams to help solve different problems,” he said. “Zack and I are in charge of recruiting and building the club infrastructure up. We’ve only got the six of us, plus Connor says he’s got a friend who’s in, but we need to indoctrinate him. Mason and Connor have free reign to do whatever the fuck they want with the Bandits.”
“Kill them and piss on their graves,” Mason said from his chair.
“Which means you and Garrett are in charge of working on the sheriff.”
You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.
“Steele, think of it as the good biker bad biker type of deal. Garrett’s—”
“The good guy, the charmer, the smile and kiss you on the cheek,” Garrett said as he came over and put his arm around me. I did not return the favor.
“And I’m the asshole,” I said. “I can live with that. What’s the goal with this shit? Get him to our side?”
Brock took a puff of a cigarette.
“I would love that, but I would fucking take him just not being in the pockets of the Bandits,” he said. “We don’t need allies or resources; we have that with Cole.”
“Speaking of, where is he?” Garrett said.
“We’re not counting on him contributing on the ground,” Brock said. “He’s a father and I think he’s going to be married soon. Either way, he’s got more personal shit going on than us. I will not ask him to come in unless we literally have no other choice.”
“Damn.”
“Sorry, Garrett, you’ll have to figure it out on your own.”
“Whatever, maybe I can go flirt with…wait, Sheriff Davis doesn’t have a wife or daughter, does he?”
“Seriously, Garrett?” I said.
The playboy of the club shrugged and returned to his chair, finishing his drink with Mason. Brock and I shared a look of disbelief, that this guy who would fuck a power outlet if left with no option was also the same guy that we had trusted to become an officer of the MC.
“Whatever you do, Steele, just don’t aggravate Davis. Our goal is not to get him on our side, but to get him against the Bandits.”
