Page 68 of Kilo's Edge

“What?” Code asked.

“You’ll see,” I told him. He didn’t have a chance to answer because the door I was sitting against rumbled as someone knocked on it.

We all froze, except Overdrive, who stepped further into the kitchen so he wouldn’t be spotted. The girls had curtains, so that would hopefully prevent most of us from being seen anyway.

Shoving to my feet, I motioned for the guys to wait and craned my head to look in the gaps between the curtains and the window sill. My eyes narrowed and I muttered under my breath. It was dark outside now, though it hadn’t been that long since I’d dropped the girls off with Roger. I was hoping to get a text soon that the Viking’s Rampage was there.

It was hard to focus on what I needed to do when all I could do was worry that Camila was safe. Taking my eyes off her at a time like this had my protective instincts up a thousand percent. Even though I trusted my friends to take care of her, Roger was a chef. Not a warrior. Forcing myself to concentrate, I motioned to the others to be ready.

Opening the door, I grabbed the man standing on the porch and yanked him inside the house. I shut the door and slammed him back against it. “Didn’t I tell you to leave Camila alone?” I growled.

Shawn’s eyes widened as he stared at me, then panic set in as he saw my brothers, who were crowding my back. I didn’t need to look over at them to know they weren’t happy to see this fucker. Neither was I. And judging on his expression, Shawn hadn’t expected to see eleven pissed off bikers inside Camila’s house.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Bolo asked.

I’d told them, after the fact, about Shawn the douche. They knew this wasn’t a part of what we were here for tonight, but I wasn’t about to miss the opportunity to teach this fucker anotherlesson. Clearly the first hadn’t stuck. I slammed my fist into his gut.

Shawn grunted and crumpled at my feet.

“Seriously?” Relay asked. It wasn’t hard to tell that he had less than zero respect for this guy.

“My seven-year-old niece can take a better hit than this guy,” Strike said with a grin.

The rest of the guys laughed.

“What do you want to do with him?” Ruck asked. “We probably don’t have much time before this kicks off.” Ruck was always the voice of reason when the rest of us went too far off track with the plan. Corralling us was one of his skills, though he claimed it was more like herding cats.

“We should just kill him,” Relay suggested. There was a glint of excitement in his eyes as he crowded next to me so he could stare down at Shawn.

Overdrive walked into the room and sniffed the air. “What the fuck is that?”

“He pissed his pants,” Bolo replied with a grin.

“Good thing they have tile flooring,” Flir said with a shake of his head. “That would be impossible to get out of carpet.”

“You’re telling me you don’t have something to get stains and odor out of carpet?” Drifter asked, arching a brow.

“Well, yeah, I do,” Flir replied.

“Of course you do,” Bolo said.

“Can we focus on this piece of shit?” Ruck ordered.

“I’m not opposed to killing him,” I said, giving Shawn a menacing look, but I put my arm out to keep Relay from bending down and snatching him up. “I already warned him not to come around again and he didn’t listen.”

“If we do, then we’ll have to leave his body here. Then we’ll come back and get it later,” Ruck said. He motioned toward the door that led into the backyard.

“I’ll fucking scream,” Shawn managed to choke out.

“Of course you will, pussy,” Relay snorted. He folded his arms over his chest and gave me a grim look.

I didn’t need him to say the words. I could read his expressions by now. He was wondering why I wasn’t allowing him to kill this guy that he considered less than a man. Why I was holding him back. I dropped my arm and scowled at him.

Shawn pulled his phone out of his pocket, jabbing his finger at the screen as he tried to dial the cops. He was shaking so hard he was struggling.

It gave me enough time to grab the device out of his hands. Dropping it on the floor, I crunched it with the heel of my boot. “You have one opportunity,” I told him. I squatted down, getting in his face. It wasn’t easy to ignore the stench because he seriously had pissed his pants. The urine was creeping toward the toe of my boot. At least he was smart enough to be taking this seriously now. “You can stay here and die.”

“I’ll take option two,” he said. His face was pale, eyes wide as he stared at me.

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