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“Blaine?”
“My Uncle Dante’s husband.”
“Oh, the infamous Dante Carrillo. Dex told me a lot about him. Nothing personal!”
“I’m not judging. I’m sure he had to get you ready to be surrounded by…men like Dex. Like my uncle. I’ve grown up around them, so I’m used to them. They’re all like uncles and cousins to me. I promise they’ll be good to you. You will probably have to do some things you’re not used to, being the computer guy.”
“I’ve been told, and I’ve already done some. Our trip to Italy was a working vacation. Dex gave me a crash course in all of it, and, well, we had fun too. I’ve always loved Italy but seeing it with Dex was better. He took me to places I would never have seen.”
Sel remembered that, going to see the extended family of Carrillos in Italy. They never saw the tourist parts of the country, only the hidden treasures, the views of centuries-old vineyards, flats that were in buildings older than the US. “My mother’s family is from Sweden, and of course I know a lot about it too, but she has very little family there. We go every couple of years to ski. That’s it. Italy is where we thrive, my father says, and it’s true, of course.”
“It must be wonderful, having roots like that. My family is rich. That is their culture. Rich snobs that would rather be anywhere but home with their kid, but let that kid step out of one of their lines and…”
Sel grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “You’ll have another family now. We Carrillos treat our friends like family.”
Prince looked like he was about to cry. “I made some friends last summer, and they were some of the first real friends of my life. I think I just met another. Thank you, Sel.”
“You’re welcome, Prince.”
The flight wasn’t long at all, from Denver to Billings, but in that short time, he’d made a couple of friends. It was a good start.
When they got off the plane, however, they were immediately surrounded by bikers.
The others seemed to take it in stride, but he and Prince were the exceptions to that. He’d expected his uncle or a member of the Carrillo family to be there to watch over him. Seeing that he was being escorted by a bunch of bikers had him a little wary.
Prince whispered to him, “Who are they?”
Sel knew his family was close to a few bike clubs. They did business together often, but he knew nothing of these men.
The Aztecas Asesinos.
“The Aztec Assassins,” he whispered. “I don’t know any of them. Dante dealt with the bike clubs he works with himself. My father never did.”
“They’re scary.”
Dex was talking with one right off the steps of the private plane. “No scarier than Dex.”
“Dex isn’t scary,” Prince sighed. “He’s wonderful.”
Lonnie and Travis were speaking to another man, and his patch was different. It read, The Devil’s Rebels.
“Two bike clubs? My uncle really is worried.”
They were all escorted to two black SUVs, him feeling like he was a visiting dignitary. Sel was with Binx and Lonnie, who’d gotten separated from their men because the three had stayed back to talk with the bikers.
The biker in his car was switching radio stations or trying to. “Seriously, country?”
“It’s why I have all my music on my phone,” Sel told him.
He got the nastiest glance back. “Sure, I’ll bet your music is so much better.”
The driver whispered something to him, and he grunted once before saying, “Sorry,” in a way that told Sel he wasn’t sorry at all.
Binx grabbed his hand protectively. “No need to be rude,” he said in a low voice, but he wanted to make sure he was heard.
The biker ignored him but stiffened considerably.
Lonnie was behind them, but moved up to whisper, “Everyone having fun yet?”
