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“Actually, there’s no proof he was ever out of Montana. A couple fuzzy pictures from gas stations isn’t much proof. And he didn’t kill anyone across this state line, so again, no need to call them. I should, you know.”
“I know, Victoria. I do know, however, to have federal agents crawling all over this property, well, it would make some of my security detail…nervous to say the least.”
“You mean them bikers and your boys? I just bet they would be nervous enough to piss themselves a few times. Like I said, no need of it right now, but me and my deputies are going to patrol the main roads on the place and the perimeter. I’m not asking, I’m telling.”
“That is perfectly reasonable. Thank you.”
She smirked a little. “Now, off my official record, I’d like to know when you catch him. And I have little doubt you will. You all are as tenacious as I’ve ever seen anyone. I thought little of you when you first took over. I’m sorry about that.”
Dante felt relief at her words. He wasn’t offended in the least. For someone so close to home as a woman like Vic Meyers, strangers were never seen as worthy of their precious places. “I’m glad we could change your mind.”
“That’s not easy. I set my jaw about someone; it sticks. You, building a place for people to come and be…happy. A place that is safe and joyous, that is a wonderful thing. I don’t see how you’ll make any money off it, but I suspect that’s not a big concern for you.”
Bruno smirked, and Dante caught him. “Bruno, would you like to join us?”
“Sorry, Boss.”
Dante laughed and told her, “Victoria Meyers, you, my dear lady, are a thousand times smarter than you’d probably like people to know.”
“And you’re slicker than owl shit and I like you too, Dante Carrillo.”
When she was driving off, Dante said to Bruno, “I do like her.”
“She is good people.”
“When are the volunteers going out, Bruno?”
“This morning, boss, and they’re going in shifts. Ten hours a piece.”
“Ten hours of being a target. Are they all wearing Kevlar? Are they armed?”
“Yes, Dante. You know all this. I know you don’t want to lose anyone. These are men that have been through fights that would have killed most people. They’re not going in blind, either.”
Dante ran his fingers through his hair, watching Blaine play with the dogs in the far yard. Even Ming, that sweet old dog, was jumping and flipping around like a pup. “Everyone is getting a second wind in this place, Bruno. Even I feel younger, except right now.”
“Dante, you’re a good man. I think…I think it’s going to work.”
“Get on that tablet, Bruno, please, and check it every few minutes for Selestino. If he thinks he’s going to place himself in danger, I’ll kill him myself. Either way and my brother will have my head, and I’ll gladly give it to him.”
“Sure, Boss.”
*****
The first day of volunteers doing their jobs went smoothly, quietly. The second day the same. Smooth and quiet for everyone except Sel.
He paced the floor most of the ten hours that Indio was out there. He couldn’t shake the man. As much as Sel tried to hate Indio, hate was still a passionate emotion, and that passion drove him.
The thoughts that went through his mind constantly, those fucking lips…he’d stared at them close up, wondering what they’d feel like against his own, against his flesh, kissing him, making him crazy.
It was stupid. Sel knew that. Dante would forbid it. His parents, well, they’d likely lose their minds. That in itself was insane since Antonio and Dante married people their parents didn’t approve of. Sel’s mother wasn’t Italian. His grandparents were worried she’d never be able to deal with having a husband head a dangerous crime family. She not only stood her ground with Antonio but stood beside him during the worst of it, when he had to pretend to be dead once.
Blaine, well, no one thought that sweet, quiet man could keep up with Dante. He’d proven himself to be a calming influence on his crazy, high-strung uncle. Indio…not that Sel saw them getting married, but he thought anyone who’d object would be hypocrites.
It had to mean something that he hadn’t been able to shake the guy, or those crazy eyes of his. Not only was the color of them unique, but they also held all his emotions. Those emotions he’d never allow on his face were clear in those beautiful eyes.
The others were out there, like Marius, who had men at home waiting for them. They were bad for Sel, too. He comforted his friends as they stressed over their men.
Mal himself would go next, and Sel asked to be on one of the teams that watched for him. Dante, of course, said no. He wanted Sel safe at the farmhouse and if he stepped one foot out of there, Dante would know, thanks to the damn GPS tracker.
