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again, I fly over there, park, and haul ass to the fifth floor grabbing her shit then hauling more ass to get to where help is.
    No two ways about it, Kandace was going to kill me.
    Showing up on her doorstep without notice with a bossy female covered in blood was not going to go over well. Kandace would step up like always, but Rome was going to be a pain in my ass with the questions. The guy was over the top protective of my sister, which a brother can appreciate, especially when bringing this to them puts them in danger.
    When all this shit started, I vowed that it would never touch my sister or my dads.
    I hated breaking promises.
    Looking over at her it bothers me that she’s quiet. The woman was a lot of things, but quiet wasn’t one of them. She was a talker, a joker, hyper, and wicked smart. After all these years of feeling her but never actually being close to her, the circumstances in which it was finally happening, were less than ideal. This was not how I saw my first time meeting her going. I’ve depended on her presence in my life even if it was just by phone and distance. Camo was the only person I could spend hours talking to, joking with, and harassing. She gave it right back, and we got each other.
    I could wax poetic about her for hours, days. But it all comes down to the heart. Camo had mine, and I wanted to have hers, but you needed trust for that. Trust wasn’t something people in this business gave easily. With her though, I may not trust her motives but I did trust her . Camo liked games, liked control. She also just saved my ass, again. Motives aside, the woman spends her time protecting my life, so I was going to have to fuck the motives.
    Her lack of looks aren’t important, winning her heart is …
    She was… unique. The way she could blend into any environment, become a shadow or the main attraction was enviable. The way she could alter her appearance was…magic. That was her then, unique and magical.
    Mine . Despite her lack of looks, I was still attracted to her. Fucking mine .
    Holding her arm and biting back the pain, I can feel her struggle from the driver’s seat. Not once has she bitched, moaned, or begged; she simply accepted it, channeled it, locked it down . My circle of trust extended to my sister (who I love) and Camo (who I trust with my life). Someone takes a bullet for you though, that person may even trump your baby sister.
    For a woman, she was built like an athlete, maybe a swimmer or a CrossFit junkie. Nothing on her moved, and I know this because I couldn’t stop looking when she stood in front of me. For a man who makes a living killing, finding a woman (or, in this case, her finding me) who is his equal in every way, fucked with that man’s head. Here I had a woman who spent years protecting me when all I wanted was a chance to do the same for her but she would never get close enough to let me.
    Now she was in my God damn passenger seat, bleeding.
    “My sister’s name is Kandace,” I begin filling the silence, hating the cause of it. As much shit as we’ve talked about over the years, we both kept family out of it. Odds are, I’m telling her what she already knows because Camo does nothing without facts. However, I needed to talk it out, or I would explode. “She’s a doctor, a great one. Her man’s name is Rome; he’ll quiz us both. She knows a little about what I do, but she doesn’t know any of this. Call me Gage in front of her, don’t slip and call me Gadget.”
    “Keeping your loved ones safe,” she says fighting the pain. “Admirable.”
    “We’re close,” I tell her wanting to offer some kind of comfort. When she doesn’t throw a zinger out , I knew she was hurting bad. Camo’s mouth and what came out of it was usually shocking. To have her so still, so quiet was a testament to her discomfort. Turns out, I didn’t like her in pain.
    I liked her being a pain.
    When her chin tucks and her head falls forward, I panic. “Stay with me, Camo,”