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Sel looked at Indio and the mysterious biker talking, wondering how it would be to ride around with him, holding onto him while they took turns on the road, the smell of his leather vest, the sight of his arms outstretched to the handlebars…
“Hello! Sel!”
He shook his head and looked around to see them all staring. Mal asked, “Eight or Indio?”
“Huh?”
“He’s asking if you’re staring at Eight, the guy who just pulled up, or Indio. He doesn’t know about you and Indio yet.” Prince said.
“There is no me and Indio.”
“Oh, I get it,” Mal said. “I don’t know him that well. He came up from New Mexico last year to join the Denver chapter of the Aztecas. I know Eight asked him to head up here and get a feel for Montana for Carrillo.”
Prince asked in a whisper, “What is it…I mean, do you guys do…like on those shows and stuff?”
Mal laughed sweetly. “I guess we used to, yeah, but we wanted to be legit. Kirk went to prison when we first got together. We never wanted that to happen again. We got together with the Aztecas a few years back, getting together in Denver, when Colorado was still one of the few states with legal pot.
“Eight’s husband is a farmer; his whole family is. They needed help keeping the big farming corporations from taking all the farms in his area, and we needed the legal trade. We now run fifty grow houses, in a co-op thing with the farmers, and we have legal stores all over the state. If we expand up here, we have a guy to be the president of the new chapter, and Eight’s asked Indio to be theirs. We’re all meeting with the clubs up here to see if we can work with them to start chapters of our clubs up here.”
“Oh! Oh, good. I watched those shows. I’d never want anyone shooting at you.”
Mal smiled and said, “Thanks. But aren’t you with a…”
“Mobster,” Ruben said. “Yeah. He’s with a big ol’ mobster.”
Sel groaned and said, “Ruben!”
Binx and Mal were both giggling, and Prince stuck up for Ruben. “Well, it is true.”
Mal asked Sel, “What’s your deal with Indio?”
“Besides the fact he hates me? There isn’t a deal.”
“Oh, don’t mind him. He comes off as a prick, but he’s not a bad guy.”
Binx whispered, “Maybe he acts like he hates you because he likes you.”
“Too bad. I don’t like him.”
They all looked at one another, trying and failing to hide smiles.
“Well, I don’t! Do I have to shoot him?”
Mal rolled his eyes. “God, you sound like me when Kirk bought me from my stepdad.”
They all stared at him like he was crazy, but when he didn’t add that he was joking, they had to hear all the details. They couldn’t right then, however, as Eight was climbing the stairs. “Hey, Mal, who are your homies here?”
“Eight, this is Binx, Ruben, Prince, and this is Selestino, Dante’s nephew.”
As he shook all their hands, he said, “Selestino, right. I heard you had some good ideas for meeting the clubs up here. Thanks, mano.”
“Did my uncle already talk to you?”
“No, man, I gotta get over there. I just wanted to stop and get my bed set up. Long ride from Colorado, you feel me?”
The man was smooth and fucking hot, but Sel knew he was also married. That was a shame. The curiosity got to him though, and he asked, “Then how’d you hear?”
“Indio. He said you’re smart. Should be, being that man’s relative. I gotta get going to see that man, so we’ll talk laters, huh?”
