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“You scare me sometimes, Bro,” Overdrive told him, scooting his chair a bit away.

Relay just wrapped an arm around Overdrive’s shoulders and dragged him back in closer. The chair skidded across the floor. “I know.”

Ruck shook his head. “That’s an...option. But that gives Kruzman the home court advantage. We could wait, let him bring the fight to us. Set it up so that we have the upper hand.”

“Means we wouldn’t know when he was coming,” Flir pointed out.

“Maybe, maybe not,” Ruck said. “I could get a hold of Cypher. See if he could use his contacts to do some digging for us.”

Cypher was the president of the Berserker’s Rage MC in Wyoming. He also owned a security firm. He’d poached the brightest minds and deadliest killers from the military and feds and brought them into his club and onto his teams. It was definitely a plus to have the Berserkers in our corner. Just like it was a plus to have the Viking’s Rampage guys.

“We could call Lockout, too,” I said. He was the president of the Viking’s Rampage MC in Tucson. “Maybe they’d be willing to send some guys over once shit hits the fan. Help protect the women.”

“I’ll make the calls,” Ruck told us. “Everyone on board with this?”

The choruses of ‘yeah’ were instant and loud. No one was going to back down from this and leave me to figure out how to take care of my girl on my own. “Thanks,” I told them.

Ruck didn’t bother to respond to that because a thank you wasn’t really needed. We were family. This was what you did for family. “Strike. What do we have to look forward to?”

“He’ll send sicarios first.”

“What the fuck is a sicario?” Drifter asked. He’d been quiet up until now.

“Hit men for the cartel,” I answered before Strike could.

“And if we kill them?” Ruck asked.

“He’ll send everything he has,” Strike said with a shrug.

“We could use that to our advantage,” I pointed out. “Take out the sicarios, then hole up in a place of our choosing and wait for the rest.”

“Looks like we’re heading back to the White Mountains,” Overdrive said with a grin.

“I don’t think we can use the cabin again,” I said. “Isla wouldn’t mind, but we probably burned the spot. Anyone who knew about the fight that happened there would have spread that information far and wide.” Isla was one of the Tucson guys’ old lady. She was an assassin who we helped out at the beginning of the summer. Had a hell of a fire fight at her cabin in the White Mountains.

“We’ll come up with something,” Ruck announced, “but we have some time. So, let’s think this over. Make a concrete plan. First, I need to call Cypher and Lockout. Then we’ll finish up the mission planning.”

We all went back to working outside after that. It felt good to throw myself into manual labor to alleviate some of the frustration that was building inside me. I wanted to go fucking kill Kruzman. Right now. End the threat to Camila, but that would be suicide. The fucker was too well guarded for that kind of shit. So I had to wait. Plan. And eventually I’d put a bullet through his head. Before he died he’d come to realize he’d done this to himself by coming after my old lady.

CHAPTER 19

Camila

Opening the door, I gave Kilo an uncertain smile. I hadn’t spoken to him at all yesterday after I’d snuck out of his bed. “Hi.”

“Hey, Mercy,” he said.

His sexy smile made my heart do a flip in my chest. I’d thought long and hard yesterday about this situation. I didn’t want to end things. But I was also terrified. More for him than myself. I didn’t want someone I cared about to get hurt because of me.

“Can we talk?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Sure.” I shut the door behind me and followed him over to his house. It was the only way to get privacy. Otherwise Carmen, and probably Mama, would be hiding somewhere, listening in. I sat on his couch, my eyes following him back and forth as he paced his living room.

“I’m not letting you disappear on me,” he finally said after a few moments of silence.

Frowning, I shook my head. “What do you mean? If Kruzman finds us, we’ll have to go.”

“Not happening, Baby,” he said, giving me an intense look. “I want you to stay. To be my old lady.”

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