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“Don’t send that to anyone!”

“Too late,” Bolo replied,

Though Camila might have been offended to think someone would confuse Code for her. That was what we needed the darkness for. It was going to help us lure Kruzman and his killers out to the desert. We’d do whatever it took, even make Code dress in drag. Whether he liked it or not.

CHAPTER 29

Kilo

“Heads up,” Merc called out to us. He was standing by the window, watching the street. “We’ve got company.”

“Shit, that didn’t take long,” Bolo muttered.

Code had just finished getting into his dress and wig and hiding his pistols.

“Twenty-three minutes and forty-seven seconds,” Flir mumbled to himself.

I stared at him, shaking my head. “What?”

“Oh. Nothing,” he replied.

“That’s why I was so pissed that another asshole showed up,” Ruck said with a sigh. Ruck really wanted to be able to stage up at the spot we chose out in the desert, it would give us a nice leg up, but he wasn’t willing to leave Code and I alone here to deal with the sicarios in case they don’t take the bait. So they were waiting here with us and it was making our president a bitirritable because it meant that later, once Kruzman’s men did take the bait, we’d be on our own for a short time. Now or later, it didn’t matter to me, but Ruck was calculating all the risks and this was the lesser of the two evils.

“At least it kept the guys occupied for a bit,” Overdrive pointed out.

Ruck just gave him a look that said he didn’t find that very useful. “Now we’re off schedule. Everyone grab your shit. We’ll be going out the back as soon as Kilo and Code take off.” He looked around at all of us. “Don’t let them out of your sight.”

“Roger,” Bolo said. He and Ruck were going to be driving the SUVs. They had the challenge of keeping close enough, but not being spotted.

I just had to drive. Glancing over at Code, I asked, “You ready, Kid?”

“Yeah,” he replied, a determined set to his jaw. He wasn’t thrilled about wearing the dress, but he was more than happy to play the rest of this part. He wanted to be included.

“Once you’re out of the house, don’t talk. No one is going to believe that deep voice came out of Camila,” Ruck ordered.

“Sure thing, Prez,” Code said with a grin.

Ruck moved over to the window, taking Merc’s spot and narrowed his eyes. “On my mark.”

My muscles tensed, ready to make the mad dash to my bike outside. I hope like hell these fuckers weren’t going to just open fire on us. We had a theory, though. If Kruzman was doing this for money, he wasn’t going to want Camila dead. At least not yet. So we were banking on the fact that there would be a no kill order in play here.

“Go.”

I shoved Code as he stumbled his way out the door. His legs were getting caught up in the damn dress. I’d told OD to get a shorter one, but he claimed the hairy legs would give too muchaway. Grabbing Code by the shoulder, I helped him keep his feet and propelled him forward at the same time.

He let out a muttered curse, but followed orders and didn't speak loud enough for any of the shadowed figures surrounding us to hear him.

A muffled shout went up. Our plan worked. We’d surprised the hell out of them and managed to get on the bike without a single bullet hole, something both Code and I were grateful for. He barely had the chance to set his hands on the tank in front of me before I was gunning the engine and taking off into the night.

“Fuck!” he shouted.

It didn’t matter anymore, the wind carried away his voice. I didn’t bother to glance over my shoulder as I booked it toward the freeway. His cursing was all I needed to know that they were behind us. Now all we had to do was make an asshole clenching ride out to the spot we’d picked. I doubted very much that they were going to go easy on us. They were probably going to try to force us off the road. I said a silent prayer for my bike. I loved her and the last thing I wanted was even a scratch on her. But I was willing to do whatever it took to make this happen. Even totaling my favorite machine.

“Hold the fuck on,” I shouted at Code.

“What?” he yelled over the wind.

“Hang the fuck on, Kid!”

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