would change my opinion or how I would treat you. If you started fucking up, I would do exactly the same thing you are doing now, pull your ass on the carpet and talk some sense into that hard head of yours.”
Red’s heart plummeted. He’d been the one to bring all the gossip to Ross and started all of this shit. Now he had to face the bear and deal with the fallout. Things had changed. He had a nephew who probably dabbled in Julio’s world. Blaine and Donnie would kick his ass all over town if their son was targeted because of this bullshit. He needed to fix this fast before the twins came to town.
“You talking crazy, now Smoke,” Red said, running his palm across his face. “Nothing you could or would do gonna change us, we brothers. You got a problem, you in some shit, we all up in it. That’s how we roll, so cut that drama.”
“Drama?”
Red waved Smoke down. “We messed up. I messed up. Forgot stuff, important stuff. My bad, you right, it’s a douche move. I haven’t reached out to him, or welcomed him back home yet. The real reason is… I’m not sure how to do that. The Julio I know was a damn carpenter. He had a magical touch with wood, a dry sense of humor, and stayed to himself or hung with you. This Julio… is a top man in the damn mafia or cartel, same thing in my book. What do I say to him? What’s up my man, killed anybody lately?”
“Only if you want to be next,” Smoke said dryly.
Ross chuckled.
“I know, right? You gotta admit things have changed, I don’t know where the lines are with this guy, what if I cross them? I always liked him, I just never knew him that good,” Red said, trying to explain his hesitation.
Smoke straightened and shook his head. “Julio is married. Just like you and you.” He pointed at them. “He wanted to introduce you to his wife…think about that for a moment. His wife.”
Ross nodded.
Red wanted to kick his own ass for forgetting that fact. Denise would be sure to have something to say about that. “Damn, that’s deep. A man doesn’t do that for just anybody.”
“Especially in his business,” Ross said in that quiet tone of his.
“Yeah, that’s where the real insult is. He wanted his wife to meet you and yours so that she had some friends here other than Vianca, because you know my lady was there the first day, she’s just that way.”
“Denise is too,” Red said. “I haven’t told her Julio was back. She keeps saying she wants him to make her a chest of some kind. Wonder if he still does that?”
Smoke snorted. “I’m not going to feel sorry for your ass when she finds out. Vianca has the jump on her. Cherise know about the dinner invite?”
“No, not really. I knew we had other plans the first time and this time… I haven’t mentioned it yet.” Ross finished lamely.
Smoke chuckled shaking his head. “It’s going to get hot up in here soon, fellas. My lady invited yours to a small luncheon at Pam’s, Julio’s wife, in a couple of days. Any bets on what’s going to be discussed?”
Ross closed his eyes and shook his head. “I’m dead.”
Red could see Denise now, her eyes would shoot bullets at him. Crazy ass would be the nicest name she would call him. He pulled out his cell and the crumpled invite from his pocket. Searching for the number to RSVP, he dialed.
“This is Benjamin O’Connor, I’d like to confirm dinner for my wife and I tomorrow night.” He met Smoke’s gaze. The man was laughing at him. Red stiffened at what he was hearing.
“Oh. Well thank you.” He removed the phone from his ear slowly and slid the invite to Ross. His partner gave him as weird look before accepting the note. Ross made the same call and wore a look of shock, which was how Red felt.
“Rescinded?” Ross said in a low voice staring at Red.
“You too?” Red released a breath, for a moment he thought Julio had targeted just him when he took back the invitation to dinner.
“Yeah. What’s going on?” Ross turned
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