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Kilo had filled me in on their plan. The parts they had finished anyway. Apparently Overdrive and Bolo had gone early this morning and found somewhere out in the desert the men were going to lure Kruzman and his men to. I still had my doubts that Kruzman would show up, but it was possible. He’d been chasing me for four years. He had to be as eager to get this finished as I was.

I looked around the table as the men gorged themselves and prayed that no one would be hurt. I couldn’t take it. There were times I wished that I could handle this myself, but I wasn’t stupid. Even though Kilo and I had been shooting a couple times a week over the last month and a half that I’d known him, I wasn’t even close to proficient enough to take on someone like Kruzman. Not to mention the killers he employed.

I wanted to keep professing my deep gratitude to these men, but I knew that it would just make them uncomfortable. They seemed to be taking my offering of food as the profound thanks it was meant to be. That would have to be enough, because I was pretty sure I couldn’t pry any emotion out of them even if I had a crowbar.

Kilo wrapped one arm around my shoulders and I basked in the feeling that, thanks to him, I’d managed to add ten big brothers to my family. And one boyfriend. My heart was so full. If there wasn’t the threat of this fight coming up, I’d think that I was the luckiest girl in the world. Who knew that it’d be a biker who ended up giving me everything I could ever ask for? I’d always suspected that there were people who were just meant for one another, and now I knew it with certainty.

CHAPTER 22

Kilo

Goddamn it. I needed this fight that was coming up. It was like a renewal to my soul to go into fucking battle, but I hated it at the same time. And I knew it was only because Camila was involved. If she wasn’t in the thick of this threat, I’d be chomping at the bit to get started. Instead, I just wanted to keep laying here with her curled up at my side.

I squeezed her closer, grinning when she let out a sleepy protest. It was Wednesday afternoon and we’d worn each other out by staying in bed all day. She needed the rest and as much as I wanted to wake her up again for round...four? Five. Round five, I knew I needed to let her sleep. She wasn’t sleeping very well at night. I knew she was nervous about Saturday. We were getting so fucking close to all this being over. All we were waiting on was the name of the mole.

My phone rang on the nightstand next to my bed. Glancing over at Camila, I picked it up. It was an incoming video call. Irolled out of bed, being careful not to wake her up, and walked out into my living room. “Hey.”

There were multiple faces filling up my screen.

“Figured this would be easier than making everyone head to the clubhouse,” Ruck told me. “Cypher’s on the line. What did you find?”

“My contact has it narrowed down to five people,” Cypher, the Berserker’s Rage president told us.

“Wait,” a voice said from behind him. “Does this contact happen to have brown hair and green eyes?”

Cypher looked away from the phone. “Warrant,” he said in a warning tone.

“Just wondering,” Warrant replied.

I couldn’t see his face, but the shit-eating grin rang clear through every word.

“I don’t remember green eyes, but I do remember something about a double D bullet proof vest,” another voice chimed in.

Cypher rubbed one temple, looking like he was about to snap and murder his officers.

I managed to hold back my chuckle, but it wasn’t easy. Even though Cypher was up in Wyoming that fucker had access to private jets and all sorts of shit. He could easily come down here to start some shit if we pissed him off. Not that we wouldn’t be up to the challenge. Still, as our allies, especially right now, we wanted to keep them happy.

“Fuck off, Pyre,” Cypher muttered. “I asked you guys to sit in on this call so I wouldn’t have to update you later on what’s going on. Don’t think for a minute I won’t kick your asses out of this room and refuse to fill you in.”

“So fucking cranky, not our fault you mentioned double D’s,” Warrant said. The phone shook as he, presumably, jerked Cypher’s hand so the screen landed on his face. He grinned. “Youguys set up down there? If you need more hands on deck, I’m more than willing to come down and fuck some shit up.”

“You have an assignment tomorrow,” Cypher said, jerking the phone away from Warrant.

“I can do both.”

Ruck cleared his throat. “Five possibilities?” he said, getting things back on track.

“Oh. Yeah,” Cypher said, focusing back on us. His eyes narrowed on the phone. “Are you naked?”

I’d walked into the kitchen, set the phone propped up against the toaster and grabbed a carton of orange juice from the fridge. I was standing there, facing the phone, chugging from the container. Wiping my mouth on my forearm, I looked down at my dick. I’d forgotten about that. I shrugged. “Yeah. What’s it to you?”

“Fucking Christ,” Ruck muttered. “Either pick the phone back up or put some damn clothes on, Kilo.”

Rolling my eyes, I picked the phone up so that all they could see was my face and upper part of my chest and kept drinking straight from the carton.

“Could have done without seeing that today,” Bolo muttered.

“Fucker shits with the bathroom door open, too,” Overdrive added.

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