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Shit. Right. Work. We had work to do.

“Damn, you’re pretty.”

I don’t think anyone had called me pretty since I was a child. It was nice. Brooks’ sweet side was far more dangerous than the sexy badboy with a dazzling smile.

I was fucked.

Chapter 12

I couldn’t take my eyes off Tatiana.

Hands down the most beautiful woman I’d laid eyes on. But when she came out of my room after dinner with a pair of black cargos on, black boots, and a tight-fitting tee, I nearly swallowed my tongue. When she strapped on a SERPA thigh rig and holstered her Sig, my dick jerked in my pants. And when she strapped on a bullet-proof tac vest, precome leaked from my dick and I was sure there was a wet spot. Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, leaving her sexy neck exposed for my viewing pleasure. And it was a pleasure. I couldn’t wait to suck and nibble on the soft skin around her throat and neck. Dec gave her an ear piece, and after a comm check, we’d be ready to roll.

Now we were less than a quarter mile to the warehouse where the Bitoos were holed up and Declan, Thad, Kyle, and Max had broken away to get into their positions, leaving Tatiana and me to walk the last bit by ourselves.

The area wasn’t particularly shit nor was it a nicer part of Bahrain. The building was waterfront, though there were no boat docks. As we approached the industrial park, I was happy to see it was deserted.

“Set and ready,” Kyle informed the team.

“Sixty feet and closing in,” Declan returned. “Team two, you in position?”

“Affirmative. Waiting for the green light,” I answered.

“You good?” I asked Tatiana.

“Yep.”

She had her weapon up and was scanning the area. There should’ve been nothing sexy about her appearance. Her curves were hidden behind tactical gear, a balaclava covered her beautiful face, and a bulletproof brain bucket hid her shiny long hair. Nothing outwardly appealing, yet she was turning me on like no other woman ever had.

“Breach.” Declan came through my comms once again.

I waited for the heavy breathing of a firefight and the telltale sounds of rapid gunfire. Nothing. Silence as they made their way clearing the building. The only communication was them calling in “clear” as they went. Something wasn’t right.

“Sniper, you got anything?” I asked Kyle.

“Negative.”

“We got blood,” Max announced.

“Team two, you’re clear to move in.”

Tatiana nodded from beside me, allowing me to take the lead, and we covered the last of the distance to the building. I could feel her at my back matching me step for step as we moved at a fast clip. We entered the door the team used, bringing us into a small but empty room. Off to the right there were three doors, all open. Max and Declan were standing in the doorway of one of the rooms and Thad was at the back door. Blood was everywhere.

We were too late.

“Fuck,” Tatiana mumbled. “Totally fucked.”

“Looks like one was taken out there.” Declan pointed to a pool of blood on the cement floor, the splatter on the wall suggesting he was correct. “One in the first room.”

“The others?”

That only accounted for the possibility that two out of the five brothers had been shot. With no bodies there was no way to confirm.

“Fuck, man, you got me. This room is a mess.” He gestured to the room he was standing in front of.

I broke away from Tatiana and peeked inside. He wasn’t lying. It looked like a massacre had taken place. The stench of coppery blood was thick in the air.

“There’s only four drag smears,” Tatiana noted.