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Nerves lit like fire as he thought of it, showing up there, Bruno, guns… “It’s…weird. And Dante can…he can see through people. Indio, this makes me anxious.”
“You? I’ll be the one killed! Why the fuck are you nervous?”
Sel grabbed his hands and held them tightly. “Indio, I would never let anything happen to you. I swear I wouldn’t. They’d never hurt me like that.”
“How would it hurt you? I’d be the dead one.”
Sel yanked his hands back from Indio and stormed past him. “You are the biggest fucking asshole I’ve ever met.”
“Good, keep that attitude toward me and I might get through this alive.”
Sel walked ahead of him the entire way down the stairs and out the front door. Mal ran alongside him before they got into the available SUV. “What’s up?”
“Seeing my uncles.”
“Why are you so mad?”
“Indio is a dick. Why else?”
“Oh. Got it.”
The ride was silent, Sel pointedly looking out the passenger side window, wishing he’d really made a statement and rode in the backseat.
Not until they were nearly there did Indio say, “Look, I told you, we are…it’s not like they have anything to worry about except your virginity, and I doubt you were a virgin.”
“Go fuck yourself tonight, Indio. If you come to my room, I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”
“Yeah. Got it.”
Indio had barely stopped the vehicle when Sel jumped out of it, calming himself as well as he could because Blaine was outside with the dogs. “Hey, Sel!”
Sel went to Blaine, avoiding a hug, knowing that if he got one, he’d likely break out in tears. “Uncle Blaine, the dogs look great.”
Blaine kissed his cheek. “You’re…okay?”
“I’m fine,” he said with a fake smile plastered on his face. “Where’s Uncle Dante?”
“In the trailer. The house is almost done, but he’s sulking it’s going to be a week later because of, well, that serial killer.”
“He screwed up a lot of things, Uncle Blaine.”
Blaine kissed his cheek again and then said, “You go in and talk to him. You usually cheer him up.”
“I doubt that, but I will.”
Petting Ming on the way into the trailer, Sel pointedly ignored Indio, realizing that was becoming a habit.
*****
Blaine called Indio into the yard. “Hey, how are you? Dante told me the news. You’ll be the president of the new Aztecas motorcycle club.”
“I am, yeah,” he said, and his shy smile was rather sweet for a rough-looking biker.
Ming went to him as he crouched in the yard and started to lick his face.
The other dogs ran over to get their own attention from Indio and Blaine went to sit on the steps to watch.
It wasn’t like the dogs were totally mean right off to everyone except those they knew well, but they didn’t usually take to anyone that quickly. Oh, if Indio made a menacing move in Blaine’s direction, they’d tear his skin off his bones, but for the moment, they were all three getting sweet pets from the stranger.
