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~Dealer~
“PLEASURE, DEALER.”
I eye Runner as he steps aside and invites me into his home, Ax following at my back. The little shit’s being sarcastic.
Yeah, me and him have always had some tension between us. It’s because I ain’t been down with his wildcard nature. It’s dangerous. Always was. And, I thought it always would be, just like everybody else did.
Buta lot has changed for him and in him. Since he settled down. I guess, I gotta start accepting that, and calming down when it comes to him. Maybe, he’s earned that now.
That’s why I don’t call him on the attitude for once and instead, respond, “How’s the family settling in?”
He looks more than a little surprised by this amicable turnabout. “Uh… good. Real good,” he says, leading us through the entryway and into the living room.
Goddamn, it’s colorful.
The walls are painted an orange-red color, real vibrant. The seating area—two couches and two chunky armchairs—are covered in some kind of rainbow fabric, all the colors under the sun. There’s flowers in vases. The bookcase and cabinets along the walls are a mixture of bright blues, greens, and yellows. There’s a ton of photos up in frames all over too, like a story of his family and the closest brothers to him in the club. That’s his touch on the room. The rest I got no doubt is Sarah’s.
“Well, shit,” I comment to myself.
Runner chuckles, getting my meaning as he speaks to it, “Yeah, Sarah wanted a happy, fun-loving center of the house, all bright and beyond colorful.” He shrugs. “Makes her happy, what can I say?”
“Good call,” Ax tells him. “Happy wife, happy life.”
“Your wife better be,” I say, shooting him a look.
He slaps my shoulder as he walks by to Runner. “Oh, don’t worry, Dealer, I got skills that keep her hella happy.”
A growl rumbles in my throat, knowing what he’s getting at with that thinly-veiled innuendo. He knows I hate it when he goes there.
He’s grinning back at me, letting me know he’s just messing with me.
Guess he’s trying to lighten the mood with the heavy shit and all the worry hanging over my head right now. It’s the only reason I let it go so easy and don’t speak to it no more.
Runner snatches up a mug from his coffee table and takes a sip, eyeing the two of us over the rim. “So, what brings the both of you here on my day off?”
It looks like a full day off too, because his son ain’t here neither. Must be with Sarah somewhere then. Or, maybe with Roxana. She said she owed Sarah some babysitting time, so she might be taking care of Ava and Carter right now.
“Need your skills,” Ax tells him.
The asshole smirks. “Yeah? And what skills might those be? You know I got a shitload.”
Ax rolls his eyes. “Your tracking skills, fucker.”
“Huh.”
“That gonna be a problem?” I demand.
“Depends on who we’re tracking, don’t it?” he fires back, holding his own against me. Gotta give him props for that, it ain’t an easy thing to do.
“Kingmaker,” Ax tells him.
Runner’s eyes widen.
Yeah, the name’s infamous in our circles, all over really. Just hardly anybody knows the identity behind that codename, or my personal link to it all.
“Well, then,” Runner comments.
“It’s your call,” Ax tells him. “Know you got your promise to your family about no more dangerous shit, and this ain’t gonna be without that. It’s an unpredictable situation.”
