Page 45 of Kilo's Edge

Drifter also swore when he heard the name. He was responding to what the rest of us also knew. If Strike knew who Kruzman was, then the fucker was big time. This wasn’t going to be an easy task. Drifter had taken over as our Road Captain after his last deployment a few months ago, since I’d been promoted to Sergeant at Arms. That was his last and now he was out of the service like the rest of us

“Apparently he did Kruzman’s books. Camila doesn’t know why he was killed. The FBI assumes he made some mistake,but I’m not so sure. Camila agreed to testify against him,” I continued on. “When he found her, they put her in witness protection.”

“Which I’m guessing didn’t do shit,” Strike commented.

I shook my head. “He’s found them twice more after that first time, even with witness protection.”

“Which means he’s paying people on the inside to find them,” Ruck said.

“Yeah, that’s what I'm thinking too,” I replied with a nod. “There’s just something bothering me.”

“What’s that?” Ruck asked.

“From what she told me, it sounds like he’s had the opportunity to kill her. That first time, he got close to her. But he didn’t take her out. Why wouldn’t he if he didn’t want her testifying?”

“Good question,” Relay said with a frown. “If he’s found her three times it would have been easy enough for him to have a sniper just wait for her to come out of her house during one of those slip ups. Or a driver run her off the road, anything really.”

“Maybe he wants her alive,” Flir offered.

“Why though?” I asked.

No one said anything as we all thought about it.

“There’s something else he wants,” Strike, our club secretary, said with a shrug. “Nothing else makes sense.”

“Hmmm,” I replied. I’d have to talk to Camila about the night her father died again. We were missing something.

“If he’s got people on the inside, it means it’s only a matter of time before he finds her again,” Overdrive said, getting us back on track, a grim look on his face.

Flir shook his head. “What kind of asshole goes after women?”

“Oh, he doesn’t give a shit if it’s women...kids... Kruzman would put a bullet in his own mother to gain the upper hand,” Strike sneered. “He’s got heavy connections with the cartels.”

“How heavy?” Bolo asked.

“Been working with them for over a decade. He helps them here in the U.S. and they give him money, manpower, and anything else he needs.”

Ruck looked over at me. “So, what's the plan?”

I almost laughed. Because this was the reason Ruck was our president. If he heard that there was danger he wanted to know how he could help face it, head on. He didn’t run, or hide, from a fight.

“Hang on,” Bolo said. He was our enforcer, not to mention a former Army Ranger. The guy was made for battle. He lived for this shit, so I was surprised to hear him put a halt to things. “Before we do this,” he said, meeting my gaze, “I want to hear him say it.”

I groaned and tilted my head back to stare at the ceiling. The other men sitting at the table chuckled.

“He’s got a point,” Relay added. “Not one of us has a problem with this, but if we’re going to kill her enemies, you reallyshouldhave to say it.”

They were all grinning at me. Feral fucking smiles as they waited for me to seal my goddamn fate. “Camila is my old lady.”

The epic amount of abuse and shit talking that proceeded to batter me was indescribable, but I took it all with a grin and mostly good humor.

“Alright, enough,” Ruck finally called out. He scanned the faces at the table. “So. Thoughts?”

“We could go on the offensive,” Bolo offered, face sober once more now that we were focusing on serious shit once again.

“Kill him, his men, the cartel’s men, and anyone connected to their business,” Relay added. “Go so burnt fucking Earth that no one dares to even utter the name Camila again.”

We all stared at him. There was a slightly deranged look in his eyes.

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