Everyone stared at him. He was absolutely neurotic.
“Have you seen the damn dog?” Relay taunted.
“Unfortunately,” Flir snapped. When Relay didn’t continue he sighed. “What about it?”
“The damn thing shakes every time you come into the room.”
“That’s because Norman is scared of him,” Bolo teased.
“No, it’s the nervous energy this fucker puts off like a nuclear reactor,” Relay replied. “Dog follows him around like he’s on crack.”
Norman had taken to following Flir around if Rue, me, or the boys weren’t available. What was it about animals finding the one person in the room that didn’t really like them and then clinging to that person? I had a theory that Norman was trying to win Flir over. I also had a feeling the dog was going to win. I’d watched Flir give the Rottie a treat the other day, then go wash his hands twenty times afterward.
“Do we have any more information about which crews from The Collective are coming?” Drifter asked when everyone stopped talking about Flir and his new furry friend.
“Glitch is sending the information over. I need you all to get your families who are here in Phoenix,” he paused, “anywhere in Arizona really, situated. We don’t need these fuckers going after our families to get to us.”
We all nodded in agreement.
“You’re not going to have long,” Ruck warned. “Get it done. OD, make sure Merc, Hype, and Code do the same.”
“Will do, Prez.”
That was his way of dismissing us, so as a group we got up and left the meeting room. Kilo tossed his arm over my shoulder as we walked out to the common area. This new building was massive, but we were going to need the space if any of our brothers took a page out of my and Kilo’s books and got themselves some old ladies and started having kids.
I paused, pulling Kilo to a stop with me.
“What’s your problem?” Kilo asked. “Figured we could-”
I nodded over to where Bolo was standing, staring down at his cell phone like someone had just sent him a threat telling him they were holding all his beer for ransom. “What’s his deal?”
Seriously, he’d lost all color in his face and his mouth was hanging open.
“Let’s go find out,” Kilo said with a dark smile. We’d all given him a lot of shit about being the first to get himself an old lady. Any chance he had to seek revenge he was going to take.
“You okay, Bolo?” I asked as we walked up.
He looked up at us like he wasn’t sure who we were, why we were there, or who the fuck he even was.
“Jesus,” Kilo said. “Seriously what’s going on? Your parents okay?”
We gave Bolo and Relay shit about their family but we all loved them like they were our own. Because they belonged to us as much as they did to the brothers.
“What? Oh, yeah. No, they’re fine,” he muttered.
Reaching out, I grabbed the phone out of his hand and silently read the text on the screen. My eyebrows shot all the way up. “Well…fuck.”
“What?” Kilo asked.
“Who’s Devyn?” I asked, ignoring Kilo.
“Woman I met,” Bolo said, his eyes meeting mine.
“Where the hell did you meet a woman?” Kilo asked. “Did you grab her by the hair as she tried to run away from you? Did you climb a skyscraper while holding onto her?” He chuckled at his own jokes while we ignored him.
“You going to answer her?” I asked.
“I mean…yeah.”
