Page 69 of Kilo's Edge

“You haven’t even heard it yet,” Flir pointed out.

“What’s worse than option one?” Shawn asked, but he sounded unsure even as he said it.

“I beat the shit out of you, then you leave town. If I ever see you in Phoenix again, I’ll kill you.” Honestly, I wasn’t going to kill him. The guy was an asshole who didn’t know what the fuck boundaries were, but he wasn’t quite bad enough to warrant a death sentence. He clearly wasn’t dangerous, just a perpetual annoyance. Not that I was going to tell him that. I wanted him scared shitless. Which judging by the smell, he wasn’t far from.

“Option two,” Shawn said, looking resigned.

“What did you even come here for?” I asked.

“I just wanted Camila to give me another shot,” Shawn admitted. When my eyes narrowed, he stuttered. “To apologize.”

“Sure, fucker, sure.” I shoved to my feet then kicked out, satisfied when my boot connected with his jaw. The lights went out immediately and he slumped back against the door. It wasn’t much of an ass kicking, but I wasn’t going to keep beating on this guy when he was unconscious. I might if we had the time, but even from across the room I could sense Ruck’s impatience. We had a plan. This wasn’t a part of it. Finishing this quickly would ensure that we didn’t inadvertently fuck up the plan for Kruzman. That was more important than Shawn.

“Now what do we do with him?” Overdrive asked.

“Tie him up in one of the kitchen chairs,” I told Relay. “And gag him. We’ll release him later.”

Bolo and Relay dragged Shawn off and Overdrive went over to the bag he’d brought inside. He dug around inside and pulled out fabric, grinning at Code. “This is for you.” Now that Shawn was taken care of, it was back to business as usual as far as OD was concerned.

Code frowned at it. “For what?”

“Tonight.”

“What is it?”

Ruck snatched a wig out of Overdrive’s hands and tossed it to Code. “You’re playing the part of Camila tonight.”

“What?” Code asked, shocked.

“You had that great idea of a dress and wig,” Overdrive said with a grin.

“Put it on, Kid,” Drifter ordered.

Code looked between us all, for once shocked into silence, and then slowly put the wig on his head. Flir reached over and straightened it until the hair laid flat. Code glared at him. “Leave it alone, man.”

“It wasn’t straight,” Flir replied with a shrug.

“Looks good on you,” Strike said with a snicker.

“Wait until he puts this on.” Overdrive held up the dress.

“Jesus. Where did you get that dress? Your eighty-year-old grandmother?” Code sneered.

“Aw, is it not pretty enough for you, Code?” Bolo joked. “He needs something that shows off his chicken legs.”

“Fuck off,” Code muttered. He looked over at Ruck. “Do I really have to wear that?”

“Yup.”

Code heaved a sigh and scowled at us all as he snatched the dress from Overdrive and marched upstairs. We all pulled our phones out, ready to take pictures as soon as he came back down the stairs. He wasn’t going to live this one down. Hype and Merc were unusually quiet, probably so no one suggested they put that shit on. They were too muscular. Code was still lanky, even though he had muscles, he matched Camila’s frame a little better, albeit with an extra six inches of height. But they were smart not to push their luck.

Code’s scowl deepened when everyone started taking photos of him. “Erase that,” he barked at Bolo.

“Not a chance, Kid,” Bolo replied, tapping against his phone.

“What are you doing?” Code asked, sounding a bit frantic.

“Nothing,” Bolo said with a shit-eating grin.

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