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Dante and his driver/bodyguard were in the car behind them as they rode to the meeting. The Kinsmen and Blood Nation members agreed to meet together, though they weren’t exactly brother clubs like the Devils and Aztecas were.
Kirk rode in front with Eight, Indio rode beside Mal, and the others were behind them. Indio couldn’t shake the nerves he had, and he knew why. Too many new things were crowding in on him.
The ride would do him good. If only he’d thought to take a ride before that day, so he could be alone on the open road, no one around to see him struggling with feelings he’d never had any intention of having.
It was enough to have Sel on his mind constantly. That smug little smile of his, the way his mouth felt when Indio kissed him. He’d never in his life seen such a beautiful man. As much as he wanted to hate Selestino Carrillo, he’d found it impossible.
There it was; his mind on fucking Selestino instead of what was ahead of him. That wasn’t him! He didn’t pine after a guy when he had serious business to do. He had to push Sel out of his head long enough to get his shit together. His club depended on him. Eight, Kirk, and Mal depended on him.
When they got past billings and found the roadside bar up Interstate 94, Kirk pulled off and the others followed. The rumble of the motorcycles as they parked around the cracked pavement made him wrench his thoughts to the present. Eight came over to him after dismounting his bike and pulled him to the side. “You okay? You got this?”
“I got this, hermano. I got this.”
Eight smiled at him. “Big day, no?”
Eyes narrowing, he asked, “What you mean?”
“Fucked your guy, now this.”
Indio saw Mal’s eyes widen behind Eight and he growled, “Fucking hell. He already told everyone?”
“No, mano! We heard your asses.”
Indio swallowed his sudden fear as Eight slapped his arm and jerked his head, making Indio turn to see Dante approaching.
“Mums the word, que no?”
“Yeah,” he whispered to Eight, then said to Dante, “Mr. Carillo, hey.”
“Are we ready, gentlemen?”
Eight nodded curtly. “We’re ready.”
Dante walked with Eight and Indio to meet with Kirk and the Devils. Dog shook Indio’s hand. “Let’s do this, brother.”
“Let’s do this.”
They went into the bar and everyone in the entire place stopped what they were doing, whether it be playing pool or sitting at the bar or tables and lifting their glasses, to stare at them.
Dante was the most casual man he’d ever seen. He nodded to the place and said, “Hello, everyone. Can someone tell us where to meet the people we’ve come to see?”
There were snarling men and women all around them, men with arms bigger than Dante’s chest, but he didn’t show a bit of fear, if, indeed, he felt any. Indio doubted he knew what fear was.
One of those brawny men set down his pool stick on the pool table and walked over to him, towering over Dante, who never even blinked. “Who you coming to see?”
Bruno was right behind Dante, ready to pounce, but there was no need. Indio fully believed Dante could charm anyone into submission. “Oh, hello, my friend. We’ve come to see Emilio Auclair and Steven Moore.”
The huge man glanced over his shoulder at someone in the back, and before Indio could locate who he was looking at, he turned back to Dante and nodded. “In the back. I’ll take you.”
“Very good, thank you.”
As they walked through the still-staring crowd, Dante nodded to this person and that, his casual ease calming the tension that had risen in the room.
Indio looked those men in the eye who were eye-fucking him, wondering which one would be the first to make a move. When none did, and they made it into the backroom of the tavern, Indio worried more. Things were going too smoothly. Things never went smoothly.
A long table took up most of the space in the room, and there were six or seven men already sitting on the opposite side of it. Two men were standing, however, and they were the ones that Dante moved to once the door was closed behind them.
“Gentlemen, I’m Dante Carrillo. These are the members of the Devil’s Rebels and Aztecas Asesinos. I’ll let you all introduce yourselves.”
