Page 88 of Kilo's Edge

My jaw dropped. “What keg?”

“The one in the back of our truck,” Hellfire offered. “To help celebrate.”

“Help who celebrate?” I growled.

“Camila,” Scythe, the Wyoming vice president said.

“She’s pregnant,” I reminded him. “She can’t even drink.” I pointed at all of them, scowling as I told them, “You fuck this up for her tonight and there will be hell to pay.”

“We wouldn’t do that,” Code said.

They nodded in agreement so I started to relax, but I knew better than to take my eye off them. My family had grown by leaps and bounds. I had the club to thank for that. And the military. But most of all my wife was the catalyst for the biggest changes. We had so many people in our life who loved and supported us and I’d do whatever it took to protect them all.

We’d all done fucking crazy ass shit over the last few years to keep everything running smooth, and we’d probably continue it into the future, but I knew that no matter what, my brothers would have my back. My wife would support me fully. And we’dteach our kids what it meant to be loyal to family. With Camila by my side, this was going to be a fun ride.

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