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“And I don’t let fuckers live who mess with my family.”

“This had nothing to do with you,” he replied.

“Camila ismine,” I growled. “So it had everything to do with me.”

He narrowed his eyes. “I’ll never stop coming for her.”

I chuckled, looking up at my brothers as we stood in a half circle around him. They were laughing along with me, knowing what was about to happen. “What the fuck makes you think you’re going to get out of this alive? You tried to kill my old lady. You’ll pay for that with your life.”

He shook his head. “I have money-”

“I thought you didn’t make deals?” Overdrive taunted.

“The time for deals is gone,” I told him. Even if he hadn’t promised to keep coming after her, I was never letting him live. He was always going to die here tonight. Holding up my gun—it hadn’t taken me long to find it near the agent’s body—I paused, enjoying the panic that flared to life in his eyes. He opened his mouth to beg and I pulled the trigger.

The bullet went right between his eyes and a frozen expression of shock and panic remained on his face.Nowit was over.

CHAPTER 34

Camila

Kilo’s arms wrapped around me and I buried my face in his chest. The shaking had stopped somewhere between Drifter bandaging up my head and us eventually loading into the SUVs. Most of the guys had stayed behind to get rid of the evidence that anyone had been out there. I didn’t ask Kilo what that meant because I didn’t need the specifics. I knew it meant getting rid of the bodies.

Kruzman was dead. So was Ashley. And despite the fact that I’d never been a violent person before all this, I was glad. So relieved. We were safe. In fact, I was a bit numb. It seemed strange that after four years of fear and running, it was over. It would sink in eventually, but for now, I was just glad that Kilo was holding me.

I was clinging to him, but not because I was scared or traumatized. I was just so glad he was safe. Drifter had patched up a couple of others. Code had a bullet graze his leg. And Flirhad been shot in the arm, but neither seemed worse for wear. Overdrive and Flir were in the SUV with us as Ruck drove us back toward the city.

No one was speaking, but I caught them giving me glances. “I’m fine,” I said, looking up at Kilo and smiling. “Thanks for the rescue.”

He chuckled and brushed his hand over my hair, being careful not to hit my bandage. “Anytime, Mercy. Never felt much like a white knight, but I won the prettiest princess anyway.”

I shook my head. His smile was infectious, so I returned it. A loud noise made me jump in his arms.

“Sorry,” Ruck muttered, tapping the phone that was secured to the dash of the SUV. “Yeah?”

“Oh shit, wasn’t actually expecting you to answer-”

“Give me the phone, Toxic,” another voice said. “Ruck? It’s Lockout.”

“What’s going on?” Ruck asked.

“We’ve been trying to call you. I’ve got my men out searching for Camila. Some fucking asshole showed up ten minutes before us, took her from Roger’s place,” Lock told him. “I’ve had Riptide trying to track the car he put her in through different cameras around the city. Found a house we think he had her in, but they’re not here.”

“Don’t touch anything in that house,” Ruck told him, “or if you have, wipe it all down. That asshole was an FBI Agent.”

There was a pause, then Lock asked, “Was?”

“Yeah, he brought Camila out to the desert to Kruzman.”

“He dead?”

“Yeah. They both are. We have Camila and are heading back to Roger’s.”

“Good. So will we. Her family will be relieved.”

“My gun,” I said, grabbing Kilo’s arm. “It’s somewhere in the wash behind Ashley’s house. I shot him.”

Kilo grinned and ran his fingers over my cheek. “Good girl.”

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