“I feel like I’m walking a tightrope with Fallon, and not telling him about this is problematic,” I admitted to Voss as I walked over to the bunks.
“Not our secrets to share,” he reasoned, shrugging.
That was fair.
Besides, if some shit came up down the road, Dezi was a patched member of the club. He would hold onto the lion’s share of the blame.
And who was to say anything was going to happen anyway? Just because Dezi and Nave knew each other from their lives before the club didn’t mean there was some giant catastrophe heading the club’s way.
When you ran in criminal circles, it wasn’t weird to cross paths with people you would run into again sometime in the future.
“You two settle shit?” Voss asked as he located my phone cord for me.
“Me and Lulu?” I clarified, getting a grunt out of him. “Yeah. We worked it out. She’s out looking for a lead on an apartment,” I told him.
“Can’t be alone here,” he said, shrugging.
“Exactly,” I agreed. “I’ll be here most of the time, but it’s nice to have a place without so many eyes. What do you… think about everything?” I asked.
“Think you’re an idiot for walking away from her to begin with,” he said, surprising me. Voss was not a relationship kind of guy. He liked his women casually.
“What?”
“That’s a good woman.”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“Ready to kill for you. On a mass scale,” he added, reminding me about the submachine gun she’d been pulling out of the bag. “Not the kind of woman you fuck over,” he added, shooting me a smirk. “For a lot of reasons.”
“I agree,” I said, nodding. “Just took me a couple years to see that.”
“I could rock a suit,” he said, making me look over.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“When you give her a ring. I could rock a suit,” he decided, nodding.
“Good. Because you’d need to be standing up there next to me.”
“Got no taste in jewelry,” he added.
“I can make Vi help me with the ring part,” I assured him.
I’d been curious how Voss would handle the dynamics of our friendship changing.
It hadn’t changed much from being on the road to being in the club. Most of our time was spend doing shit together. But being in a relationship was going to change that. I guess I expected maybe a little resentment.
He seemed perfectly happy with the change, though.
Which I hoped meant he was settling into the club, learning to think of these people as his family. Because that was what they would be to him.
For the first time, I think, in his life.
I’d been the closest thing to kin he seemed to have.
It would be good for him to have more than just me.
“Well, fucking finally!” a familiar voice said as she threw open the door to the prospect room.