“Kilo,” Ruck said with a sigh. “We’re not using these machines.”
“Why not?” Kilo asked in an incredulous tone.
Ruck chuckled. “Because we may be vigilantes, but we’re not criminals.”
“Ehhhhhh…” Kilo countered, making us all laugh. “We kinda are.”
“If we destroy them, we can’t use them for leverage,” Flir pointed out.
“I’m not negotiating with these bastards. I don’t give a fuck what’s on the line,” Ruck said with a scowl. “I want to bring them down and make them hurt while we do. If that means letting their own clientele rip off a few chunks because they’re pissed off at The Collective? That’s fine by me. But they aren’t getting these machines back.”
“And if we keep them here,” OD said, glaring at Kilo, “it’ll lead them straight to us.”
“Oh,” Kilo huffed out. “Well, fuck.”
“It’s already going to lead them here,” Strike said. “They’re going to come here looking for all this shit we took.”
“We didn’t leave anyone alive to tell them who attacked them,” Relay said.
“No, but we’re likely to be their number one target right now,” Ruck said. “They’ll assume it was us if they don’t have any other leads.”
“So, what do you want to do?” Drifter asked.
“Everything stays here tonight. In the morning we move it all to a more secure location. Somewhere away from our families. Double the patrols tonight.”
“Doubt they’ll get organized to hit us tonight,” I told him.
“I know, but I don’t care. I want eyes all over this compound. I’m not taking the chance that they slip in while we’re fucking sleeping.”
We all nodded in agreement with Ruck’s orders.
“So…do we get to keep this money at least?” Kilo asked after we all fell silent.
The guys all groaned. I ignored them as they started heckling Kilo because my phone was buzzing. Pulling it out of my pocket, I saw it was Dev calling. “Hey, Baby Girl.”
“Hey, Biker Boy,” she teased. “It’s later than usual…”
I grinned, moving away from the group so I could talk to her without having to shout over them. “You worried about me?”
“Nooo,” she said, mocking me. “I just have some news.”
I tensed. “Everything okay?”
“I don’t know. I’m waiting for you so we can open the email from the OBGYN. It’s the results of the NIPT test.”
Damn. That meant we’d find out if the initial screenings looked good for the baby, and whether we were having a girl or boy. “Give me ten minutes,” I told her. “We’re finishing up some club shit then I’ll be up there.”
“Okay, see you in a bit.”
Grinning, I disconnected the call and headed back over to my brothers. We needed to figure out shifts for guarding our home for the rest of the night. Then I was heading up to see my girl.
Dev met me at the door by the time I made it upstairs. “Sorry, I’m excited.”
“Yeah, me too.”
We sat down on the couch and she pulled the laptop closer and clicked on an email from Dr. Natalie. She opened up the portal and clicked another link. Smiling over at me, she asked, “What’s your guess?”
I shrugged, then said, “Girl.”
