Page 53 of Kilo's Edge

“Thanks, Mija.”

It was Sunday morning, and Kilo had mentioned that the whole club would be at their property all day. So I spent the morning cooking. I made enough to feed an army—or enough to be a snack for some bikers, if Overdrive's appetite was anyindicator. Mama and Carmen helped me pack everything into my little car and I made the drive to the club’s compound. I was nervous, thinking I should have given Kilo a head’s up, but I wanted it to be a surprise.

When I pulled in, I saw a few of the guys watching my car with suspicion, but Kilo said something to them and came over.

“Hey, Mercy,” he said with a grin. He didn’t look put out that I’d dropped in.

“Hi,” I told him. “I-I brought you guys lunch.”

Kilo’s brows shot up. “Really?”

“Yes, I...wanted to say thank you. To all of you. For what you’re doing for us.”

His smile spread slowly over his face. “I knew you were sweet, Baby, but Jesus…” He paused as he looked in the back seat, then his eyes widened. “Wait... All that is for us?”

I’d gone a bit overboard. There was so much food the pans and dishes were covering the seats and floorboards. I nodded, my cheeks heating.

“I figured you made some sandwiches.” He paused, then a mischievous glint lit up his eyes. “What’ve you got?”

“Tamales, Carne Asada, Chilles Rellenos, Sopaipillas-”

“Holy shit. OD is going to lose his mind,” Kilo said with a chuckle. “We’ll have to roll him onto his bike.”

Laughing, I shook my head. “I brought some paper plates and things like that,” I told him.

“We have everything we need inside. Let me get a couple guys to go in and set up the tables and we'll bring the food in.”

It didn’t take long for the word to spread, and the guys came over to my car to help carry everything.

“This smells so damn good,” Mercenary told me with a grin. “I fucking love tacos.”

“The tortillas are homemade,” I offered. That was what I’d made the carne asada for, then I’d cut up all the fixings that they may want to have on them.

“Is that guacamole?” Code asked, edging Mercenary out of the way.

“Move fucker,” Mercenary grunted, elbowing him.

I couldn’t help but laugh. I was starting to get used to the way these men spoke to one another. And not one of them had been rude to me. “Could you take this inside?” I asked Mercenary, handing him the tray with the meat on it. I was mostly trying to avoid the scuffle that would surely break out if they kept shoving at each other that way.

“Sure.”

I handed the dish of guacamole to Code. From that point on it was a line of guys waiting to take the rest in. It didn't take long before we were all sitting down inside.

Overdrive let out a grunt of delight as he polished off his third taco in as many minutes. “This is amazing, Camila,” he groaned, then he shot Kilo a devious look. “Maybe you’re not so set on this guy?” he asked, tone hopeful. “I’d make a good old man.”

“Fuck off,” Kilo told him. “She’s mine.”

I laughed and patted Overdrive’s arm where it rested on the table. Kilo shot me an intense look. I used my other hand to pat his shoulder. “Sorry, Overdrive. I’m sort of set onthisbiker.”

Overdrive let out a mournful sigh. “Sure, they always go for the pretty ones.”

As if Overdrive wasn’t pretty. There wasn’t a man sitting here that wasn’t gorgeous. They were all tall, muscular, tattooed, and dangerous. Every woman’s secret fantasy.

“I just wanted to say…” I froze when every eye landed on me. That was a whole lot of sex appeal to be aimed at one woman. I swallowed and smiled nervously. “My family,” I added, “justwanted to say thank you. To all of you. The fact that you would go to such lengths to keep us safe when you don’t have to-” I shook my head, emotion overcoming me.

“You’re one of ours now,” Ruck said, speaking up while everyone else seemed to be struggling with what to say to an upset woman. “We always take care of our own,” he added. “Besides, if you keep cooking like this for us, you’re going to have every man here in love with you in no time.”

My cheeks heated and I laughed along with everyone else. Ruck seemed to be very skilled at setting everyone at ease. He’d broken up the tension at the table with his last statement and we all went back to eating.

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