Page 33 of Kilo's Edge

“Whiskey, Bourbon, Vodka…” Code closed one eye as he tried to remember more.

“Absinth,” Bolo offered.

I glared at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Too many things to count,” he replied.

“Dammit,” Camila muttered as she missed her shot.

“Okay, game’s over,” I told the group.

“Oh fuck that,” Bolo snapped. “We’re almost done.”

I motioned toward Camila, who I now realized was in a damn daze. “She doesn’t drink much, you dickhead. I thought you were playing beer pong, not kill your liver pong.” I reached out and caught Camila as she stumbled. All night I'd been keeping an eye on her as she and the others played games. If I’d had any idea they were pouring hard alcohol into her I’d have stopped them.

“Just helping you out,” Bolo said with a chuckle.

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t need her comatose, thanks.” I started to walk her toward the back hallway but she was less than unsteady on her feet. Giving in, I bent and tossed her over my shoulder. A cheer went up from the room and all I could do was laugh and shake my head. That was my fault. Next time I’d know to monitor what those assholes were drinking so that they didn’t give it to my girl, too.

CHAPTER 14

Camila

Groaning, I pressed my hands against my throbbing temples. It was like my head was beating in time with my heartbeat. Something rumbled beneath my ear, so I looked up and groaned again when I found Kilo staring down at me. I was curled up against his powerful body. He looked damn good and I was sure I looked exactly how I felt. “Those guys are trouble,” I told him.

He laughed again. “I should’ve warned you not to drink what they gave you without asking what was in it.”

“Poison,” I replied. “Pretty sure that’s what it was.”

“Close enough.” His arms tightened around me before he reached over and grabbed a bottle and a glass of water on the nightstand. “Take these,” he said, handing me the painkillers. “And drink all of that water.”

My eyes widened when I saw the time on the clock. It was ten o’clock in the morning. “Oh my God!” I gasped. “Mama’s going to kill me.”

“I called her,” he told me, holding me close to him so that I couldn’t get up.

Looking up at him, I winced. “Was she mad?”

“She wasn’t pleased, but I told her I’d had a beer too many and couldn’t drive.”

“And she didn’t offer to come pick me up?” I asked, brows shooting up.

“She did, but a monsoon started up last night. Told her I didn’t want her driving in it and that I’d bring you back in the morning.”

I was going to get chewed out as soon as I got home, but I’d deal with that then. “Thank you for calling her.” I laid my head back down on his chest. My eyes closed as I enjoyed cuddling close to him. Then flashes of what happened last night started to come to my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut harder. “Please tell me I didn’t come on to you... And you turned me down? I was dreaming that, right?” I opened one eye and looked at him.

“If you weren’t so drunk, I wouldn’t have turned you down,” he told me, his voice husky.

I sighed and vowed to myself that I was never trusting Bolo to pour the drinks again. I still wasn’t sure what it even was that I’d downed last night, but my head was both fuzzy and aching and my stomach wasn’t too pleased either. “Thank you,” I told him. He was proving to be not only a gentleman but a man I could trust. There was nothing more important to me. “I should get home though.”

“Alright. I’ll take a cage ride,” he said as we got up out of bed.

My eyes dropped down to the sweatpants he was wearing and my jaw dropped.

He was hard. His eyes followed mine and he shrugged as he adjusted himself. “Can’t blame a guy for that,” he said as he walked into the little bathroom with some clothes.

“Maybe I need to be drunk for that,” I muttered to myself. He didn’t seem like he was a very small man. It shouldn’t be a surprise. He seemed to match the rest of his proportions. Straightening my clothes, I tried to make myself look a little less rumpled and awful, but there was only so much I could do. I used the camera on my phone to check my makeup. I scrubbed the mascara from below my eyes while I waited for him to change. A part of me was grateful he didn’t strip me to sleep. The inner hussy inside of me considered it a lost opportunity.

Kilo came out of the bathroom, I used it, then we left his room. As we came out into the main area of the building, he put his hands over my eyes. “Okay, so I’ll direct you,” he said, his tone strained.

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