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I had no fucking clue where the kid had even gotten it. Was he just walking around with every fucking color of marker available?

“Have you heard from Glitch?” I asked.

Ruck gave me a grim look. “Yeah. This is it. I already called The Viking’s Rampage guys when this all started. They should be about an hour out. They’ll head straight to Roger’s.”

“Fuck,” I muttered. It would have been better for us if this was happening Saturday. When we planned. Not on Kruzman’s timeline.

“It’s fine,” Overdrive said, smacking me on the back in his version of a comforting pat.

“Just means we get to kill some fuckers today instead of tomorrow,” Relay added, grinning at us.

“It was Saturday,” Drifter told him.

He frowned. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” I replied with my brows up.

“Huh. Must have been someone else I was killing tomorrow.”

We all stared at him. He just stared back at us with a neutral expression.

“I honestly don’t know if you’re kidding or not,” Overdrive told him.

“I know,” Relay replied.

“He’s not kidding,” Merc said with a chuckle.

Ruck pressed a thumb into his right temple. “Alright. Everyone have everything? There’s no coming back here once we start. You forget something, that’s just too damn bad.”

Everyone waited, staying quiet because we were all ready.

“Anyone have to use the bathroom?” Overdrive finally added. “We’re not pulling over five miles up the road because you have to drain the lizard.” The grin slid off his face when he met Ruck’s eyes. He cleared his throat. “Just kidding, Prez. We can stop if you have to piss.”

Ruck sighed. “Hype. Merc. You’re driving the SUVs. Bolo you’re bringing the spare bike. Everyone else, pile in.”

It had taken us an hour and twenty minutes to prepare. Now it was time to put the next phase of the plan into action. Originally we weren’t going to drop the girls off with Roger until the Tucson guys were here, but that wasn’t an option now. It would be a clusterfuck if Kruzman came to Camila’s house and they were still there.

Roger would protect the ladies until the Viking’s Rampage showed. And we’d take on Kruzman. By the time the night was over, everything was going to be different. I was determined to make sure we won and Camila and her family were safe from this motherfucker once and for all.

CHAPTER 26

Camila

Dustin scowled as he held the phone to his ear. “Yes, Sir. Well...no, I-” He broke off as whoever was on the other end of the line went off on a rant. Dustin’s expression was getting more and more grim by the moment. “Sir, I don’t think this is nothing.” He paused, listening again, then sighed. “Yes, Sir.”

He hung up the phone and frowned over at me. “According to my higher ups, the server incident was a routine check.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“Mostly that it was sanctioned by both the FBI and Marshals,” he told me with an apologetic look on his face.

Tilting my head, I studied his expression. He looked troubled. “You don’t believe them?”

“Fuck, I don’t know at this point. I’m probably just being overly cautious since Kruzman has found us so many damn times.”

I smiled at him. This was why I considered Dustin a friend. Not enough to tell him what Kilo and the others had planned, of course. I didn’t want them to get into trouble even though I sort of felt bad about not telling him. It was easy to see that he cared. He didn’t want us to get hurt. I didn’t think it was a job to him anymore. Who knew with Jeremy. The man hardly spoke. But Dustin? He made us his priority.

“I think I’ll still hang out,” Dustin said, tone decisive.

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