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CHAPTER 22

Kilo

G oddamn 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. I rolled 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. “You guys 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.

“I’m not shutting the door in my own damn house,” I pointed out. “Don’t like it, don’t come over here.”

Now it was Ruck’s turn to look harassed and pissed off. “Can we fucking focus?”

“Sorry,” Overdrive said. His grin didn’t look remorseful in the slightest though.

“Is there any way to narrow it down from five to one in a couple days?” Ruck asked Cypher.

“She’s doing her best, but-”

“Ha! I knew it was her!” Warrant crowed, cutting off his president.

Cypher looked over his shoulder, scowling at his Sgt at Arms. After a few moments, he took a deep breath and continued. “She’s doing her best. Saturday may not be feasible though.”

“Shit. Alright,” Ruck told him. “No problem. We’ve got time.”

“I’ll see if I can hurry her along, but she’s already doing what she can.”

“We appreciate this, Cypher,” Ruck told him.

“Yeah,” I added. “Thanks.”

“Thank me by not showing me your cock next time,” he replied. “I’ll call you once I have something new.”

We all hung up on the video chat and I put the orange juice back inside the fridge. Heading back into the bedroom, I slipped into bed behind Camila and kissed her shoulder. She stretched as I palmed her tits and let out a cute little mumble. I hadn’t been looking for her, but I’d be damned if I was going to let a cunt like Kruzman take her from me.

Burying my face in her neck, I went to start up round five. The knock on the door made me freeze and I sighed when it came again. “Fucking better not be some Mormon kid wanting to talk about God,” I muttered. This time, I pulled on a pair of gray sweats as I went to answer the door. “Hold on, holy shit,” I bellowed as another knock came. “Insistent mother fuckers,” I said as I opened the door.

I rubbed a hand over my hair as I saw the Marshal standing there. I completely forgot that I’d texted him last night to meet me. “Hey,” I said, reluctant, but grateful he showed.

“What’s up?” he asked.

I stepped aside and let him inside my house. “Do you have the FBI reports on what happened to Camila’s father?”

He crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes. “Yeah.”

“I want them.”

He barked out a laugh. “Those are official reports in an ongoing case. Why the fuck would I give them to you?”

“To help her,” I shot back. That took the wind out of his sails and he sighed. “I’m not trying to fuck with the case. I’m just trying to figure out what Kruzman is up to.”

Dustin looked angry. “It pisses me off that we’re struggling to keep her safe.”

“Something tells me you’re the only reason she’s still alive," I admitted. The last thing I wanted to do was give him any kind of credit, but he was helping to keep my girl safe, so I was going to put my feelings aside. “I just have this hunch that he doesn’t just want to kill her.”

“That’s what Michaels, my partner, and I think too. But we haven’t been able to figure out what it is he wants.”

“Then let me try.”

He gave me a grim look, then nodded. “Follow me.”

I walked out of the house behind him. “Where’re we going?” I didn’t want to leave Camila alone for too long.

He opened the door to his car and reached in, grabbing a thick folder.

“You carry this around with you?” I asked, surprised when he just handed it over. The fucking thing weighed a ton.

“Safer than leaving it unattended,” he replied with a grin. Then he gave me a serious look. “I’m going to need that back.”

“Give me a couple days and I’ll get it back to you.”

He nodded. “Sure.” He looked back toward the house. “I just want them to be safe. I’ve been with them long enough that they’re not just an assignment anymore.”

Gritting my teeth, I nodded. “I get it... Thanks.” I nearly choked on the word, which made him laugh.

“See you later,” he said, getting into his car and driving off.

I looked down at the folder in my hand. It was bulging at the seams. First chance I got I would give it to Flir. His anal retentive ass would have a field day with it. But first I would see if anything stood out to me.

When I got back inside, I checked on Camila. She was still sleeping, so I went out and sat at my dining room table and started searching through the records. I didn’t want her to see that I had it. Not because I was hiding it from her, but there were crime scene photos in this thing and I didn’t want her to have to relive the death of her father, yet again.