Justice (Bad Boys of X-Ops Book 2) by Rie Warren Read Free Book Online Page A

out what we’ve got to work with.
    “Storm, you want to do the honors?” I pointed at the black-haired man who bared his teeth in a quick semblance of a smile. “Storm here’s our very own MacGyver, not to mention our very own transporter. We’ll have him check all our combined supplies. If anyone can make them stretch he can.”
    “You got it.” Again Storm gave me the two-fingered salute before standing.
    He amassed the ammo, assorted weapons, food, and first aid supplies after checking all the cupboards and fridge in the kitchen, and going through our four packs.
    He snickered at something he found in Walker’s go-bag, and Walker shook his head with a mumbled threat.
    Bane folded his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. “Think you could put a rush job on it, MacLoser ? In case you failed to notice, got a bit of a serious situation going on outside.”
    “Keep that shit up and you won’t get any rations tonight.” Storm glanced back from pooling our crap on the countertop.
    “Wouldn’t be the first time. And wouldn’t be the worst time.”
    Lawless peered at the two assholes like he wasn’t impressed with their bickering.
    Neither was I.
    “Don’t mind Dumb and Dumber,” I commented. “Like an old married couple. Love each other so much they can’t stand the sight of one another sometimes.”
    “You know a lot about marriage, son?” Lawless’s chin jutted my way.
    Next he’ll be calling me sonny boy.
    “Only what I’ve seen from my parents.” I would not back down.
    “ Hmmph. ”
    “Do you carry a weapon, sir?” I asked.
    “James.”
    “Weapons, James. Do you have any?”
    “A Glock.”
    “Ammo?”
    “I’ll get it.”
    When he left the room, I turned to Tilly. “What about you, miss?”
    “Tilly.”
    I was sensing a running theme here.
    “Miss Matilda—” I addressed her.
    “It’s Tilly, damn you!”
    “Fiery temper,” Storm commented.
    “Yeah. Jade has that too.” Walker looked at Tilly appreciatively.
    “Do. You. Have. A. Sidearm?” Bracing my hands on the table, I leaned toward the woman.
    “I’m afraid I left my Marlin hunting rifle back home.” She blinked innocently.
    Just the idea of her handling a bolt-action rifle got me hard.
    What a woman indeed.
    Lawless returned, handing his stash to Storm while I tried to settle my cock the fuck down.
    Storm completed his survey to report, “Got enough artillery and ammo to make a pretty decent dent in the enemy. Compact RPG, machine gun, ten pistols, plenty of cartridges, knives up the wazoo—”
    “ Wazoo ? Is that an official tally?” Bane asked.
    “Fuck you . That’s official.” Storm continued, “Brass knuckles, C-4, and throwing stars.”
    The ambassador whistled through his teeth. “Impressive.”
    “Might not be impressive enough.” I frowned.
    “Food should last the six of us five days with lean rationing. Won’t have to start cannibalizing each other for a week or so.”
    “That’s good. I don’t eat bayou swamp rat.” Bane leaned back, balancing his chair on two legs.
    “And I don’t eat city-street roadkill.”
    Walker and I shared a not-fucking-again look.
    “Y’all look like you could eat through that paltry pile of food in one sitting. Don’t think I’ve ever seen such big men in my life.” Tilly looked at each of us thoughtfully, finally resting the summer-green gaze on me.
    An unnecessary thrill wound its way through my body with her regard.
    The skin at the back of my neck grew hot, and I made sure I didn’t look at her, not for a single fucking second because Lawless stared me down with a completely different— I’m onto you, sonny boy —stare.
    “’Course if Bane bites the bullet, more food for us.” Storm clapped his hands and rubbed them together cheerily.
    “Love you too, bro.” Dropping his chair down to all four legs, Bane raised a stiff middle finger at Storm.
    Taking it in stride, Storm continued, “And the rest is just Walker’s boudoir photos of