Page 4 of Kilo's Edge

CHAPTER 2

Kilo

The deer in headlights look Camila was giving me would have made me laugh if I wasn’t feeling a bit guilty. As soon as she refused to go on a date with me this morning, I’d palmed her keys out of her purse. I wasn’t above doing shady shit to get my way. Not when it involved a gorgeous dark-eyed girl.

She was quiet. And wary. I wasn’t as oblivious to her discomfort as I made out to be, but I wanted her to relax. To get to know me. Because damn, did I want to learn more about her. I sensed that there was something more to her unease, but now was definitely not the time to pry.

Her family moved in a few weeks ago. Had I known, I would have offered to help them unload, but they’d been finished by the time I’d gotten home. I’d spent every day since trying to get a look at Camila as she came and went. Her jet black hair had aslight wave to it, and it was usually in one of those buns on top of her head, but today she’d worn it loose.

Makes me want to wrap it around my fist and…

My thoughts ended abruptly as I saw a younger carbon copy of Camila sitting at the dining room table. She had the same wide eyed expression on her face as her sister. “Hi,” I said with a smile.

Big smile so you don’t frighten the poor girls to death.

“I’m Kilo.” I shifted mental gears to ‘child appropriate’ to keep from saying anything bad.

She looked down at the hand I extended, then around me at her sister. Manners won out, just like they had with Camila a few minutes ago, and she shook my hand. “I’m Carmen,” she said in a quiet voice.

It wasn’t exactly fair. I’d kind of bullied my way into their house, but damn Camila made it hard to catch her attention. I’d had to make a deal with Freddy this morning to chuck that damn football at her feet. I’d given him a death glare when it came close to hitting her, but the little shit had just shrugged and run off with my money. Nothing but a bunch of little hustlers living on this block.

I sat down at the table, making myself at home. I knew I was making them nervous, though I wasn’t sure why. I was a nice guy. Mostly. To my friends anyway. And damn did I want to be friends with Camila. Turning in my chair, I watched her wring her hands as she came into the kitchen. “It smells great.”

“Thank you,” she replied, looking like she didn’t know what to say or do.

The sound of a car door shutting had her stilling and she and her sister exchanged glances. I wondered if it was their father and they were worried what he’d say? I hadn’t seen a man the entire time they’d been here, but I wasn’t home much either so maybe I’d just missed him.

Another carbon copy of Camila walked through the door. “Mijas, I’m ho-” the mother’s greeting cut off as she looked up and saw me.

The genuine fear and worry in her gaze made the guilt flare to life again. Jesus these women were jumpy.Big smile, big smile.“Hi,” I told her, standing up. Bad move. She shrank back a step and I let my hand fall, shoving it into my pocket instead. “I’m Kilo,” I said with a friendly smile. “I live next door.”

Her eyes darted to her oldest daughter, then she looked back at me. “I’m Lucia,” she replied. She had a heavy accent, but I had no trouble understanding her.

“It’s nice to meet you, Lucia,” I told her. “I was just returning something your daughter dropped.” Understanding now that I wasn’t just intruding, but these women were afraid of me, I bowed out gracefully. “It was nice to meet you. I should get home.”

Turning, I winked at Camila, then moved past a motionless Lucia, and walked out the door. “Going to be harder than I thought to get to know her,” I muttered as I went back over to my house.

Opening the door, I turned on the lights, went to the fridge and pulled out a packaged burrito. “It’s not carne asada,” I said with a sigh as I unwrapped it and tossed it into the microwave, not bothering with a plate.

I went to my bedroom, stripped and got into the shower. My mind drifted to Camila as the hot water pounded down on my head. I braced my hand on the front wall of the shower and closed my eyes. All I wanted was to get to know her. Wasn’t sure how I was supposed to do that when she spooked like a rabbit every time I came near.

My hand slid down my body and I grabbed my dick with a groan. It’d gotten hard the minute Camila’s gorgeous eyes flashed in my mind. She was a beautiful woman. And legal,thank fuck. If she’d told me this morning that she was seventeen I would have lost my shit. I was thirty years old, there was no way I would go anywhere near jailbait.

I stroked my cock, picturing her curvy body. She didn’t wear makeup and was dressed in simple jeans and a pretty green blouse this morning. But she’d caught my eye far easier than the bunnies at the clubhouse did with their short skirts and low cut tops.

The doorbell rang and my hand froze, mid-stroke. My head dropped back and I stared up at the ceiling in irritation. It was probably Overdrive. My club brother usually stopped by after work for a beer. I debated on leaving his ass on the porch while I rubbed one out, but figured I’d better not. He might catch sight of my pretty rabbit and make a move. Then I’d have to kill him. He was the Vice President of our MC while I was just the Sergeant at Arms. He outranked me but I’d have to whip his ass all the same if he made a move on my girl.

Wrapping a towel around my waist, I went to the front door. When the doorbell sounded again, I shouted, “Hold your fucking horses, asshole!”

I yanked open the door and nearly swallowed my tongue. If I thought Camila’s eyes were wide before, it was nothing like now. They were big and beautiful as they tracked down my body and got stuck on the place where my towel was held together by a loose knot. “Camila.” It came out as a damn purr, but fuck did I want to touch her.

“I- Yo-” She swallowed hard.

Her reaction made me grin. Thank fuck I wasn’t the only one affected here. I was beginning to think she wasn’t attracted to me. That would have been a damn shame. My eyes dropped down to the tin foil covered plate in her hands.

“Did you just bring me homemade tacos?” I groaned.

Her startled eyes darted up to meet mine. She nodded.

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