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“Oh.”
He glanced over to the basement door, wishing for Indio to come upstairs, and thought briefly of going to get him, but that was the moment Ruben, Mal, and Prince came into the kitchen.
“Tell us,” Ruben said. “We want to hear all the details.”
Prince informed them, “He was great.” As they started gathering food onto their plates, Prince whispered to him, “I saw.”
“You…saw…what?”
Prince cocked his head and looked at the basement door. “I turned off the camera in the storage room, after, well, during.”
Sel felt his face heating. “Oh. That.”
“I didn’t think you wanted them to know.”
“I don’t even know anything yet. That was, well, it.”
“It won’t be the last. He wants you.”
“What are you two whispering about?” Ruben asked, his smile spreading as his eyes narrowed with his suspicion.
Sel checked to see that they were alone. “He saw something he shouldn’t have. I’ll let you guys know if anything comes of it.”
“Did you and Indio fuck in the bunker?” Ruben asked in a whisper.
“No! We weren’t exactly alone, you know.”
Binx said, “I’d have found a few minutes and some privacy, but I’m not exactly shy with my intentions.”
“Gee, we’d have never guessed,” Prince drawled sarcastically.
When Marius and Dallas came into the kitchen, they all clammed up, but Sel asked Marius to tell Indio the food was ready. “I figured you would.”
“I…I’d rather not. We have some things to sort out. Now’s not exactly the time.”
“Sure, then. I’ll go.”
They were eating all over the living room, the men sitting on chairs and the floor, and Bonita came to hang out with her brother while being escorted by Barry, who’d come to see his cousins.
It was a party, and Indio sat in the corner, eating, not looking up at Sel once. It was a little disheartening, but Indio had said he couldn’t be with him. Yet. Whatever the fuck that meant.
When he and his friends were alone on the porch later, Sel gave them a quick rundown of what had happened between him and Indio. Prince asked, “What does that even mean?”
“He means,” Mal said, keeping his voice low, “that if Dante knew, he might be really pissed, or maybe he’s just scared of you, Sel.”
“Scared of me?”
“You’re the, what? Third in line to be the boss of a big and powerful organization, Selestino,” Binx answered for Mal. “That’s not a little thing! He could easily be killed for just thinking about being with you. Or, at least in his mind.”
Thinking of how protective his family was of him, he understood. “So, we’ll sneak around for a while first.”
All sets of eyes rolled hard.
“What?”
Mal giggled, “You don’t know bikers very well, that’s all.”
“I don’t either,” Binx said. “I have a couple of best friends that ride, but they’re not, you know, bike club bikers. Still, there is like…an attitude they have. They call driving in a car being in a cage and they hate it. My friend Rebel lost his leg from riding a motorcycle and he still hates being in a car, would rather ride his trike. They’re not the kind of people that want to sneak around. He’d find that…like being a coward or something.”
