Page 77 of Kilo's Edge

“Yes. Are you?” Her hands were roaming over me.

I grabbed them and pulled them up to my lips, kissing them before leaning down and kissing her. “I’m fine,” I said once I pulled away. “Sounds like it’s almost over.”

“How can you tell?”

“There’s only occasional shots now,” I explained. “They’re tracking down any of Kruzman’s men who tried to escape.”

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders as we walked back toward the vehicles. Drifter had been a field medic in the Army and I wanted him to take a look at Camila the first chance he got. I wasn’t worried about what we were walking back into. We’d outnumbered Kruzman and his men since we’d already killed a bunch of them before the FBI agent showed up with Camila. She’d been the only thing stopping us from killing them outright the minute they’d showed back up at the vehicles.

Still, I held my finger to my lips and had Camila wait by the outermost vehicle while I walked around. I wasn’t about to bring her into a dangerous situation. Grinning at what I saw, I motioned for her to join me again.

She crept around the side of the SUV and gasped when she saw Kruzman kneeling in the middle of the lights. Ruck and Hype had their guns trained on him. “It’s over?” she whispered.

“Almost,” I replied.

It was silent now. My brothers began materializing from the darkness like ghosts. Kruzman had brought these particular demons on by threatening what belonged to me. I didn’t feel anounce of sympathy for what was about to happen to him. That didn’t mean I wanted my girl watching it though.

“Drifter,” I called out. He walked over, eyes already zeroed in on the wound on Camila’s head. When the agent had elbowed her it had split open her skin and she was still bleeding. “Can you take care of her?”

“Yeah, I brought my bag with me.”

His bag was this magical fucking thing that seemed to have any necessary medical supply known to man inside.

“Can you do it away from here?” I muttered.

He grinned over at me. “Yeah. We’ll be back at the SUVs.” He led Camila away.

As much as I didn’t want to let her out of my sight, I knew she’d be safe. “Merc, Flir, go with them.”

Neither said a word, just fell in line behind Drifter, guns out and ready in case there were any sicarios left.

I stepped into the light.

Ruck glanced over. “She alright?”

“Yeah, Drifter’s looking her over.”

“Good.”

“We alright?” I asked.

“Some minor wounds,” Overdrive answered. “Nothing bad.”

“Anyone left?” I asked.

“Just him,” Ruck said, motioning with his weapon.

I met Ruck’s gaze. “I’d like to be the one to kill him.”

“I figured as much,” my president said with a dark smile. “We saved him for you.”

“Thanks, Prez,” I said, clasping hands with him in a firm shake. He knew from that move alone what I couldn’t say in that moment. That I owed them. They were my brothers. My family. And still, I owed them more than I could ever repay. Not for my life, but for the life of my old lady.

He jerked his head toward Kruzman. “Let’s get this done. Just in case, by some run of bad luck, someone has heard all this.”

I walked around to the front of Kruzman. He glared up at me, belligerent in the face of his own death. “You should have taken my offer,” I told him.

“I don’t take deals,” he said, spitting on the toe of my boot.

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