Page 32 of Kilo's Edge

“And…”

“What?” I prompted when she trailed off.

“Nothing. It’s none of my business,” she said.

“You’re wondering if I’ve fucked the other women?”

Her cheeks flushed a bit, so I knew I was right.

“I’m a Saint’s Outlaw, but that doesn’t mean I’m a damn saint, Camila. I’m not going to lie and tell you I’m a virgin or some shit, but when I’m getting to know a woman, I don’t sleep with anyone else. And I don’t cheat. Never have. It’s one of my lines.”

She met my gaze. “Is that what we’re doing?”

One side of my lips tip upward. “Yeah. It is.”

“Okay. I don’t cheat either.”

I arched a brow at her.

“What?” she questioned when I didn’t say anything.

“Have you even had sex?”

She opened her mouth, as though to tell me she had, but then she nodded. “I had a boyfriend for about a year when I was nineteen.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah. Do- Do you care about that?”

“That you had a boyfriend? Or that you’ve only had one?” I knew she was pretty inexperienced. In fact, I would have guessed she was a virgin based off how shy she was with me.

She nodded.

“Fuck no.” I grasped her by the chin, forcing her to hold my gaze. “I don’t care about your past.” I paused, then grinned. “Unless you don’t like that ex. Then I could go beat his ass for you if you wanted.”

She let out a startled laugh. “No, I don’t want that.”

Shattering glass from outside the door made her jerk in my hold. “Sorry about them. Did I mention they get bat shit crazy?”

“I think you said, a little out of control,” she said with a nervous laugh.

“We can leave anytime you want.”

“I like your family,” she told me.

“Then let’s go join them.” I took her hand and pulled her to her feet as I rose. This was either going to be a fun night or a shit show. Hopefully these assholes didn't run my girl off.

It was onlya few hours later and I knew the night was turning toward shit show. Merc was over in the fucking corner getting his dick sucked by a chick who’d just started showing up to our parties a few months ago. My eyes scanned the room and I found Camila. She was playing beer pong with Flir, Bolo, and Code. Thankfully her back was turned to the real action in the room.

“Once you’re done with this game, we should go,” I told her as she walked up.

“Don’t worry,” Flir said in a low voice. “We’ve kept her busy.” He shook his head over at Merc. “I swear the fucker’s an exhibitionist.”

“He just doesn’t give a shit,” Bolo said with a shrug. “Not like we haven’t all seen worse over the years.”

“True,” Flir admitted. “Guess I just prefer to fuck in private.”

I went over to where Camila was standing and frowned at her. She was swaying lightly. I looked over at the glasses and frowned when I saw different colored liquids in the plastic cups. “Seriously?” I asked. “What the fuck are you playing with?”

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