Bane (Bad Boys of X-Ops IV) by Rie Warren

 

 
 
 
BLURB
 
High stakes.
Low margins.
And everyone wants the woman I’m teamed up with dead.
 
BANE
Swagger, strut, snarl. Three things I can do with both eyes closed. Oh, and shoot the shit out of tangos. I always do my job, whether it’s patching up a fellow operative or taking down a serious threat. Apparently this time my job is to babysit Baby Spy.
 
We’ve followed the Los Reyes de Guerra cartel to the drug-trafficking capital, Mexico City. Our orders? Get in with the guerrillas and ultimately take them down. There’s only one problem—I have another set of mission directives linked to Kiki AKA Baby Spy.
 
Should be easy enough. Except it seems I’ve developed an unhealthy attraction to Kiki, along with an inconvenient conscience. She’s a wild woman with an unforgiving attitude that definitely makes me bone hard for her.
 
Nothing is as it appears, least of all Kiki Damage.
 
KIKI
Yeah. They call me Baby Spy. I’m fully aware the entire T-Zone team blames me for narking out a previous mission gone wrong. So, I can’t understand why the powers that be assigned me to this op. Or maybe I can, which just makes my situation even more dire.
 
I know Bane wants me, but I’m beginning to think he has an ulterior motive for keeping me close. And it’s not just the panty-melting hot sex with the big, gruff, silent killer. There’s something incredibly vulnerable in the way Bane watches me, like he’s looking for one last saving grace.
 
None of that matters now. When the situation heats up, I find out Bane’s real mission. I may have fallen in love with him, but it’s already too late. This entire web of lies goes a lot higher than any of us ever imagined, and my neck is only the first one on the line.
 
Bane includes a special series epilogue from the badass women: Jade, Tilly, Blaize, and Kiki.
 
 

 

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EXCERPT
 
The
door creaked open, and I slit my eyes in that direction. Between the dark and
shadows, I fathomed Kiki’s slim frame entering the room.
“Where
you been, girl?” I grumbled from my cot.
“Went
shopping with Blaize. Got mani-pedis too. What’d you think?” Her low voice
shivered across the quiet room—the sound alone setting my cock on edge.
I
barked a laugh. That attitude. Damn. My dick stiffened even more beneath the
thin blanket.
“That’s
all well and good, but Blaize returned hours ago.”
“Had
to get my hair blown out too.” She snarked back. “Mind if I turn on a light?”
Like
fuck she got her hair done—or her nails. The woman was rough and tumble, just
the way I liked her.
“Go
ahead.” Hell yeah. Shine some light on her getting undressed.
I
was already naked, and as the light popped on, I sat half-up. The blanket
rolled down to my hips, revealing the beginnings of the tats on my shoulders
that ranged up the back of my neck. A gritty design of all black ink—symbols
that resonated. Brass knuckles, a smoking gun, bullets on fire . . .
No
unicorns, rainbows, or fluffy shit for me. No wise sayings or inspirational
words worn on my skin.
But—dead
enter—one name hid among the other marks on my skin. Someone I’d always carry
in my heart.
Kiki’s
gaze took a clean sweep of me—my muscled torso, the brown hair centered down my
abs and leading to my cock below. She probably noticed the tented fabric, too.
No
mistaking a hard dick practically waving in your face.
She
wore a small grin as she started shucking the sweet leather yoke holster
strapped across her chest. Kiki came included with a fucklot of gear all
attached to that yoke. KA-BARs she handled with skill and care, twin Glocks she
set on safety.
“You
going to watch?” She asked, bending over to unbuckle her boots.
“Yeah.”
Rubbing a hand over my mouth, I hid the wolfish grin. “Could do the gentlemanly
thing, but I’m not really that guy.” I shrugged.
She
chuckled. “I can see that.”
“Oh.
You ain’t seen nothing yet.” My grin stretched even wider if possible.
“Really?”
She whipped off the boots, letting them fall where they lay. “You hiding
something?”
She
tugged her shirt over her head, revealing a simple black bra and a mesmerizing
body. The woman wasn’t a classical beauty. She wasn’t BBF. She was gorgeous,
edgy, different, and I liked it.
“You
can come find out if you want.” The words rumbled from my chest as the heat in
the room intensified with every shred of clothing she shed.
“Maybe
next time.” With her belt unbuckled, she shimmied her narrow pants off her
perfect hips and lean legs. “Thought you didn’t like me, anyway.”
“I’m
usually not that quick to judge. Been on the receiving end of assholes’
preconceived notions before.” I hungrily watched as she bent over.
Nice
ass. Firm full cheeks. Skimpy black bikini panties.
I
could definitely work with that.
“So,
do you have the other guys’ backs or mine in this op?” She stood before me,
nothing but ivory skin, wicked eyes, nicely shaped tits.
Very
fit for a fuck. Totally in shape for a nightlong naked workout.
The
pale blonde/light pink streaked fauxhawk. The inked sleeves all the way down to
the backs of her hands—black tats in delicate paisley and sunburst designs. Too
recognizable for someone in our line of work? Maybe. But she had an instant in
with the younger, hot-on-the-button criminal element.
And
with me.
Kiki
usually covered her hair with a skullcap, her ink with leather gloves.
She
was one fucking cool cat. I didn’t care what the other dudes thought about her.
“Your
back. I’ve got yours.” Unless I have to
shoot you
in the back.
I
pushed my blanket even farther down, showing off the hard-worked cuts of muscle
on my lower abs. Six pack? That and more.
“Why
don’t you come have mine?” I invited, the words growling out.
“That
bed isn’t big enough for the both of us.” Kiki sauntered toward her cot. “But
your ego sure the hell is supersized.”
She
shuffled under the covers on her cot across from me. Reaching a hand out from
the blanket, she dropped the black bra onto the floor between us.
“Damn,”
I whispered in a hoarse tone. Then a laugh thickened from my throat. “It’s not
ego, girl. It’s confidence.”
She
flipped to her side, facing me as her fingers fumbled for the light switch.
“Goodnight, Mr. Confidence. Hope you sleep well with that boner I just gave
you.”
 
 

 

Home of Alpha Male Romance and the Original Bad Boys

 

and the Don’t Tell series.

 

 
 

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
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
Lowcountry Heat
 
Sugar Daddy, Book One
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
 
Freebies
 
Jingle Bell Rock, Free download
Heart Beats, Download for free
In His Heart, Free download
 
Bane
Rie Warren

The bad boys of X-Ops are back at it again in this fourth installment of the series. This time the focus is on Bane.

 

The quiet, sexy-as-hell, killer is ready for his next mission: or so he thought. He is enlisted to kill the woman he is majorly attracted to. Nobody trusts her but he can’t seem to stop her feelings towards her.

 

Kiki isn’t sure why she is assigned to the X-Ops mission. They would rather have her dead than helping them. Bane seems to be the only one on her side. Sex with the sex god is scorching but there is something more at stake than the mission.

 

Rie Warren did not disappoint with her final book in the X-Ops series. Danger, suspense, and hot, steamy sex fill this book. We even learn what caused Bane and Storm to hate each other.
I am sad to see this series end but I definitely loved reading it. I absolutely recommend all the books to read!!

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