“Did you ask her to marry you?” Kilo yelled from across the compound.
“You better not have!” Code called out. “I need you to wait two more days.”
Everyone groaned. “Now the results are all fucked up,” Flir complained, scowling at Code.
“I asked,” I told them as we got closer.
“Fuck yes!” Relay cackled, holding his hand out to Flir. “Pay up, assholes.”
“How does he do that?” Hype muttered.
“Same way Ruck always manages to. He would’ve won if he’d got in on the betting,” Flir said.
“How’s that?” Bolo asked.
“He picked today as the day OD would propose originally,” Flir said, counting out bills.
“Then how did Relay… You fucking cheat,” Bolo said, the pieces clicking into place.
“Not my fault I overheard them,” Relay said with a shrug. “Not my fault Ruck refused to lower himself to our level and bet on this shit.”
“That’s not fair,” Code muttered.
“No such thing as fair in gambling, Kid,” Relay said with a smirk. “Better you learn that now.”
Everyone watched with a range of expressions as Flir paid out Relay.
“Next time just bet,” I told Ruck. “It’ll save us all the headache of having to listen to Relay gloat about winning.”
“Sure. I’ll do that,” Ruck said. “Congratulations.” He stood up and by passed me and hugged my old lady instead.
“Find your own, Prez,” I told him after a minute. But Ruck passed Rue off to Kilo, and that started a round robin of hugs that meant I didn’t get my old lady back until everyone had embraced her. Code was going to get his face pounded in here shortly if he didn’t give her back.
“Alright, enough,” Ruck said with a laugh. “Give her back to him before he loses his shit.”
“Bunch of dicks,” I muttered, tucking Rue in close to my side where she belonged. But I had to bite back my grin. All was right in my world, and even though we had trouble heading our way, I knew we’d work our way through it.
CHAPTER 31
Rue
“Where’s my bike, OD?” I asked, putting my hands on my hips while giving him my best scowl.
“Right here.”
I looked where he was pointing and narrowed my eyes. There was a brand new, shiny Harley sitting there. It was smaller than his. “That’snotmy bike.”
“Sure it is,” he said, grinning.
I sighed. “Where’s my sports bike?” I clarified.
He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s around.”
Eyes scanning the lot, I frowned when I didn’t see it. “I love that bike, OD.”
He sighed. “It’s over in the garage. Strike’s doing some maintenance on it.”
“Why?” I demanded.
