Page 40 of Kilo's Edge

“What’s it to you?”

“This is-”

“Kilo?”

I groaned to myself when Camila’s soft voice called out in the darkness. As soon as the man took a step toward her, I was on him. He wasn’t getting anywhere close to my girl until I knew who he was. I shoved him back. “Don’t even fucking think about it.” When he took another step toward Camila, I lost my temper. My fist connected with his jaw.

He seemed all too happy to fight with me as he grabbed my shoulder and landed a body blow into my side. Pretty soon all I could hear was our grunts as we beat on each other. I caught a blow to the face, returning the favor by ramming my fist into his again. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t a pussy like Shawn. This guy was dangerous. He had training and experience.

“Kilo!”

“Stay back,” I told her, looking over my shoulder. I was distracted just long enough for the asshole to pull a gun on me. Mine was in my hand and pointed at him before I knew what was happening.

Fuck. That escalated quick.

“Drop it,” the man told me.

“You drop yours,” I countered.

“Oh my God.” Camila hadn’t listened and her voice came from right behind me. “Wait-”

The guy charged, taking us both to the ground. My elbow hit the sidewalk and the pain nearly blinded me for a minute. It was never funny when it was your own damn funny bone that takes a beating. That was when I realized I’d lost my gun.

“Dustin! Stop!”

We both froze and stared up at Camila. She was standing over us, her hands out in a pacifying gesture. “He’s my boyfriend.”

The man on top of me looked between us. “Boyfriend?”

“Dustin?” I asked. I shoved him off me, making sure to hit him as hard as I could as I did.

Camila wrapped her arms around herself as we picked ourselves up off the ground.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, Camila,” Dustin said.

“Yeah, you do,” I growled, narrowing my eyes on her. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on, but I needed to before I killed this fucker. Well, strictly speaking I didn'tneedto know before killing him, it was just courtesy.

“Can we go into your house?” Camila asked me, her eyes pleading with me. “I don’t want to drag Mama and Carmen into this.”

We’d already talked about not seeing other people, so I was really hoping there was an explanation for all this. “Yeah,” I muttered. I put my hand on her lower back, leading her back to my house as if I hadn’t just gotten into a fight with a guy in her driveway. As soon as we were back inside, I turned on the living room light.

The worry on Camila’s face killed me, but I wasn’t ready to let my guard down just yet. Not until I knew what the hell was going on.

“Sit down, please,” she said, looking between me and Dustin. “Both of you, but not next to each other.”

He finally sat, but not before I shoved him once for good measure. Then I sat.

She blew out a breath and motioned toward the other guy. “Dustin is my…” She paused, searching for the right word. “He’s a U.S. Marshal.”

My brows shot up at that.

“You assaulted a federal agent, asshole,” he told me.

“You were sneaking around in the dark outside my girlfriend’s house, asshole. Besides you never fucking identified yourself,” I shot back. This wasn’t the first time I’d assaulted a fed. Though it was the first time I did so unknowingly.

He glared at me, but fell quiet when Camila stepped in between us.

I pulled her back until she was behind me. I didn’t trust this piece of shit and I didn’t want her in the way if he tried something. Then what she said clicked. “What is a U.S. Marshal doing here?”

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