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Overdrive grinned. “He pinned you against the wall?”

“For a few seconds while I beat on him,” I replied.

He crowed out a laugh. “Shit. Guess he’s not such a pussy after all.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call him skilled,” I told him with a shake of my head.

“No, but I figured he’d curl in a ball and cry. Didn’t take him for the type to try to fight back at all.”

That was true. I hadn’t been expecting it either, which is why my head was aching a bit from where it’d slammed into the wall.

“What do you want to do now?”

“I warned the fucker. His next move is up to him,” I told him. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

We left the same way we came, careful to make sure no one was around by the time we got out onto the street. As soon as we were back in the SUV, Overdrive turned and grinned at me.

“So you’re bringing your lady friend to our barbecue?”

“Oh, fuck off,” I said with a chuckle.

He’d given me about an hour reprieve on giving me shit. It was more than I’d expected. And it was much more than my other brothers were going to give me. I’d need to call Camila tomorrow to invite her. Despite the epic shit I knew I was going to get from the others, I was looking forward to seeing her again.

CHAPTER 12

Camila

It’d been about five days since my date with Kilo, but I wasn’t worried. He was texting me every day. He hadn’t asked me out again though, so I wasn't sure what to think about that. I sat down at the table in the break room next to Mary. “Do you know much about motorcycle clubs?”

“Girl,” she sighed, a happy look on her face. “Do I ever. Used to date a biker back in my prime.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Terry was a biker?”

“No,” she replied with a laugh. “My husband is definitely not a biker. That was a lifetime ago.”

“I have a few questions.”

She focused on me with a smile on her face. “The hot neighbor?”

I nodded. “He fixed our window for us.” She was staring at me with hearts in her eyes and I couldn’t blame her because…same. “And then took me out to dinner.” I didn’t mention the gun range because that would bring up far too many questions.

“Did you ride on his motorcycle?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, yeah. He’s into you,” she said with a cackle.

“I read that they don’t really let a lot of people onto their bikes.”

“That’s true. Usually they only let their old lady ride on the back of their motorcycle.”

“Old lady?” I asked.

“Girlfriend or wife,” she clarified. “It’s an honorable title for their woman.”

“What else can you tell me?”

“Where to start?”

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