Page 16 of The Heir


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“We wanted an adventure,” Sel said, then looked over at Binx, who was laughing silently.

Binx winked at him and then told Lonnie, “Maybe they know you’re a cop.”

“Could be, I guess,” Lonnie laughed.

The driver mentioned to all of them they were entering the ranch once they turned off the main road and onto a wide dirt road. “Still a little way to go, but we’re getting there.”

They’d already been driving for nearly an hour, but as soon as the driver said they were entering the property, Sel could do little else but stare out the window at the place.

It was so beautiful he could barely breathe. Trees taller than most houses, green grass laid out like a perfect carpet. There were fields of wildflowers blooming, purple and white, like patchwork quilts through all the green.

Arroyos and hills made the landscape anything except flat, and they passed over two streams on charming wooden bridges.

“Where is the actual ranch?” Sel asked, remembering everything either of his uncles had told him.

“The southernmost part of the property. It takes up almost a third of it.”

He imagined buffalo running over the land, and he’d asked about them, of course, seeing them in his daydreams. Dante took the suggestion and promised to ask about raising a herd, just for his darling nephew.

After the biker’s phone rang, and he answered with another deep grunt, he handed the phone back to him. “It’s Mr. Carrillo.”

Sel took the dirty phone from him, resisting the urge to wipe off the screen before placing it to his ear. “Uncle Dante?”

“Are you close?”

“We are. The driver said another hour, but that was a while ago.”

“It’s slow going around the mountains, but I’ll see you soon. Stay with the men you’re with right now until you see us. Deal?”

“We’re in a car. Where am I going to escape to?”

“Smart ass. I mean, if you have to get out to piss or anything. Just be careful, Sel.”

“You know, I can’t wait until you and Uncle Blaine adopt some kids, so you aren’t watching over me every second of your life.”

“You’d wish me on a baby? Sel, I thought you were more loving than that.”

He laughed and then said, “Thanks, Uncle. I already love it here.”

“I’m glad. See you soon.”

“Bye.”

Handing the phone back to the biker, Sel felt much more comfortable being a dick right back to him. “Might want to clean that. It’s pretty gross.”

The man turned in his seat, which was easy, as he hadn’t attached his seatbelt, and stared him right in the eye.

The Carrillo men, those generations before him that had taken a few downtrodden men in the streets, tired of being bullied and starving, turning them into a force to be reckoned with. That blood was in his veins, and no matter the urge to look away from that stare, those icy green eyes piercing his, he returned the stare and said, “It really is.”

The biker turned away first, and Binx’s jaw dropped. Sel could hear Lonnie in the back, chuckling.

Well, he’d just made an enemy of a member of the Devil’s Rebels. And he found he didn’t care.

When they finally pulled up to meet Dante and Blaine, Sel got out, stretching as he heard the steady sound of screw guns and men’s deep voices. Dante was standing with his arms outstretched. “Selestino, you gorgeous young man! Get over here!”

Sel jogged to his uncle and took the crushing hug. “Uncle, you’re killing me!”

“Sorry, honey,” he said before planting a hard kiss on Sel’s cheek. “You look so grown up.”

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