In addition to being all Red Cross gung ho, Justice was tech guru, master hacker, and communications expert.
Aside from me, he was the most talkative of the bunch, and the youngest.
Me? I was the infiltrator, able to blend into any scenario. Oh, and of course, explosives were my thing. Except tonight I wouldn’t be the one packing the boom boom.
It was the perfect job for me. No attachments. I could remain inside my emotionless bubble, firing off whenever anyone got too close to me.
A new team made up of men I’d worked with in the past here and there, but due to the deep shadow nature of this particular op, I was pretty much a lone wolf. Justice and Bane had been dropped outside the hot zone—on-call in case I got caught in hot water.
Those two bastards were probably at a spa getting manscaped.
Cunts.
This mission was so far off the record it didn’t even exist. Not on paper, not in the headlines, and definitely not to-be-read in an unauthorized biography.
That was the nature of this beast I loved. What we did was underground and precise. Carefully planned and executed.
But I didn’t mind thinking outside the X-Ops box one little bit when things got hairy or the gunfire came on strong.
In this kill or be killed existence, I preferred to kill.
There was no incoming flak as I soared through the night. A good sign. I was superstitious like that. I noted landmarks, checked my compass, and, finally, ripped the oxygen hose free so I could gulp straight air down my windpipe. The elements buffeted my descent, cushioning me, carrying me to my final destination.
I rolled into the soft landing of my impact twenty-two klicks north of Beirut. Only a cliff face separated me from the famous Casino du Liban. Funny. The high-class gambling establishment had been a 007 feature. There was no one as suave as James Bond on any of my missions.
Bright pink beams of light speared out across the Mediterranean water from the polished structure above.
I huddled against the cliff side, silently disengaging my chute and swaddling it into a ball I sandwiched between two rocks. Peeling off my tough outer gear, I heaved a grunt of relief when I dragged away the polypropylene long johns underneath. That shit made my balls itch.
I stashed my gear beneath the waterproof parachute, tucked away my beloved pair of Smith & Wesson 686s, and pulled out a standard-issue handgun.
Luckily I could pass as Arabian with my black hair and dark eyes and darker skin tone. Dressing in the custom-made uniform of black cargos and lightweight Kevlar—getting ready to rock the rock climbing—I knew I could pull this shit off. Unlike pretty boy Justice and his GQ/GI Joe looks.
I timed my watch and started the ascent.
Per intel, the target would arrive with a full torso, ceramic bomb at eleven twenty-five.
The target.
Sheikah Majedah Chehab.
Also By Rie Warren
Bad Boys of X-Ops
Four novels, spring/summer 2016
Walker, Book One
Justice, Book Two
Storm, Book Three
Bane, Book Four
Bad Boys of Retribution MC
Complete series—Carolina Bad Boys spinoff
Hunter, Book One
Kinkaid, Book Two
Bo, Book Three
Coletrane, Book Four
Carolina Bad Boys—the original Bad Boys
Ongoing series
Stone, Book One
Ride, the novella from within Stone, Book 1.5
Love, Book Two
Steele, Book Three
Chrome, Book Four
Rush, Book Five
Lowcountry Heat
Don’t Tell Series
Complete series
In His Command, Book One
On Her Watch, Book Two
Under His Guard, Book Three
In His Sights, novella, Standalone
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Acknowledgments
The craziness! I don’t know how much more I can say thanks for helping my writing dream come true.
Gilly does everything, all the time—from Googling to pushing through the last edits to always being there for me, not just as an editor. The same goes to Joelle Mendes. Oy. I was lucky enough to spend a weekend with her this summer, and she’s not just my PA. She’s a true friend.
As are Christine Cox, April Gasaway, and Lisa Pinney. The women who read the rough and ready drafts I write, and rock it out online.
Cheers to my Street Team! Bloggers. Reviewers! And all on FB who always have naughty ideas. Special thanks to Kerri Lightle for choosing Shy’s sexy-hot Hellcat Hennessey this time.
What happens next?
You tell me.
I could write Angel and Slade’s MC books or . . .
I have a couple other unexpected ideas.
I’m working on a collab with an author I love all day long, and I know you do, too. But that’s still kind of hush-hush secret (unless you saw my Facebook post). So is my next project on my own. Tail will come—*cough_cough*—oh yeah he will, y’all. And I think that’ll be the wrap up of the CBB’s series.
Don’t even make me start crying about it.
There is much more in the works—books on the backburner, stories I want to explore, characters I cannot wait to get to.
Many loves to you all!
XOXO~
About Rie
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website http://www.riewarren.com.