Page 26 of Kilo's Edge

Overdrive was staring at me now, a slow shit-eating grin forming on his face. I knew my president’s matched my friend’s smug smile.

“Good. Looking forward to meeting her.”

“Uh huh. Later.” I glared over at my best friend. “Don’t say a fucking word.”

“Who was going to say anything?” he inquired as though he wasn’t even speaking to me. “Not me.”

“Sure.”

My phone dinged and I glanced down at the unknown number. Opening the text, I grinned down at the address. “Gothim.” I saved the contact as Glitch’s and shot him back a quick text before turning the SUV on. “Let's do this.”

It was ten at night, exactly three days after my date with Camila. I planned to give her a call earlier than this, but shit got busy with inventory at the shop and construction on the new clubhouse. Bolo was pushing us hard to get the framing finished up. Normally, I wouldn’t mind, but now that it was keeping me from seeing my girl, I was getting pissed. I was still texting her each day. Didn’t want her thinking I’d disappeared on her. Or that she could even think about going out with anyone else for that matter.

“You sure he’s home?”

I shrugged. “Let’s go see.” I drove across the city and looked around when we pulled into a subdivision. Everything was quiet. That was good.

“There it is. Car’s in the drive.”

“Good.” I drove past and parked down the block. We didn’t want some old lady peeking out her blinds and being able to pick out our vehicle. Which was the whole reason we drove the cage instead of our bikes. We weren't wearing our cuts either. No reason to advertise while we did this. This wasn’t club business; I didn’t need to rain any drama down on them.

Flipping my hood over my head, I got out of the SUV and met Overdrive on the sidewalk. We didn’t take much time getting to his place. Two men walking down the street in black hoodies when it was still over a hundred degrees outside was the epitome of suspicion. There was just enough of a moon outside to help see. The less time we spent on the street the better.

“Around back,” he muttered. “He probably has a camera.”

Fucking everyone had cameras at their front doors these days. I looked around, then hopped the back fence. “Better not have a damn dog.”

“If he does it’ll be a Chihuahua or some shit.”

I chuckled as we rounded the corner and stopped at the back door. Reaching out, I tried the handle, and the door swung open without a sound. “Idiot,” I muttered under my breath.

The house was dark inside, but it wasn’t hard to navigate the small one-story home. The back door opened up into a living room which blended into the dining room and kitchen areas. There was a hallway that led to the back of the house and one that split off to the right.

“That’s gotta be the master,” Overdrive said, keeping his voice low as he motioned to the hallway next to us.

Nodding, I made my way back. The door was open and I could see a form underneath covers on the bed in the darkness. I grabbed Overdrive by the sweatshirt and yanked him close so I didn’t have to speak loudly. “Go check the rest of the house. Make sure it’s just him.”

He melted into the darkness while I made my way into the master bedroom. I went over to the tv and picked up a couple of movies he had lying there. Porn. I rolled my eyes and set them back down. Making my way into the walk in closet, I looked around under piles of clothes. I didn't see a gun. Not that it couldn’t be in that nightstand next to him, but I wasn’t checking that until Overdrive gave me the all clear.

When I came back out into the room and saw Overdrive standing there. He gave me a thumb’s up, then disappeared again. He was going out toward the front door to keep an eye out. I went over to the bed and slowly slid the nightstand drawer open. Nothing. Well, there was shit in there, but not a gun. Mine was a heavy weight against the small of my back, but I wasn't planning to use it tonight unless this asshole got belligerent.

I flicked the lamp on and grabbed Shawn. Squinting against the bright light after being in the darkness, I landed a solid blow to the fucker’s kidney before he had a chance to figure out whatwas happening. I dragged him out of bed, dropping his ass on the floor.

“What the fuck?” he howled in pain.

“This is your friendly evening wake-up call,” I told him. “And a warning that if you ever go near Camila again, I’m going to make you fucking regret it. And stay away from the dance studio.”

He blinked up at me, still fighting against grogginess and the bright light. “You think I’m going to listen to you? You’re nothing but a piece of shit-”

I let him climb to his feet as he spoke, but as soon as he got up, my hand shot out. His head snapped back. It was a damn satisfying to feel his nose break beneath my fist and to see blood gush down his face. “The quicker you decide to listen, the less damage I’ll do,” I told him. I threw another punch. This one was a body blow that had him grunting and sagging to the side. “Touch Camila again, and we’ll be having a much different conversation. Got it?” I tilted my head. “Actually, if you even see her, I expect you to go the other way. Same with Jess, Laura, and Sandy.”

He let out a sound that I imagined a pissed off bull would make and charged me. There wasn’t enough room to side step him so the shit head managed to wrap me up and slam me into the wall next to the door. He wasn’t a small guy, so his weight and momentum were on his side, but he wasn’t expecting my counter attack. It was clear he had no fucking clue what he was doing. Much easier for him to go after women than deal with men, so he probably never bothered to fight. Fucking dickhead.

I hit him in the side a couple of times, until he stepped back a little to try to get away from my swings. That was a mistake. The upper cut hit him right beneath the jaw and I stared at him as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He was lying in a heap on the ground when Overdrive came in.

“What the fuck shook the house?”

“Asshole charged me.”

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