Undisclosed location, US Navy Special Warfare
February 4, 2015/1802 Zulu
“Meeting. In my
office. Now.” The captain barked into the phone.
The captain only got that tone when it involved someone
special so I turned around and headed back toward the building.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Did you forget something?” Master Chief called after me.
“No, captain needs to see me ASAP. You guys go on without me.”
I was headed to lunch with Master Chief, Doc, and my dive
buddy, Shaq. As I made my way toward his
office, I’d lost my appetite. When I
stepped into the command suite, I nodded to the captain’s yeoman in a silent what’s up?
Friday pointed his thumb toward the captain’s office.
“Captain’s got a meeting in a few minutes with a commander
from an outside unit.”
When you’re in a Special Ops unit, you learn real quick how
to read your teammate’s expressions, hand signals – basically, how to read
between the lines. It clicked. Thank you,
. I nodded and quickly got a
little more prepared to see the captain.
I could add I had a feeling I knew exactly who was coming to see him. Bella had started dropping bombs all over
social media about her latest, and this commander
was about to get clotheslined.
“You needed to see me, captain?”
“What’s the status on Bella’s mole?”
“I don’t have one, sir.
Whoever it is isn’t talking to her from this building.”
“We have a problem, Dan.
I’ve been hit up by another group out of Barksdale, Louisiana; the commander thinks she may have infiltrated
woman was relentless. Didn’t she have
anything better to do? Then I remembered
our last mission over Christmas.
“Hold on, isn’t she on our side? I mean that last op and all?”
“I don’t know what the hell she does. All I know is this guy’s dick is in a knot
and he has friends who are pressing for answers.”
I knew what had this guy’s
dick in knot
– the same thing that had mine in the same twisted mess. I remembered reading his book when the edits
came through on Bella’s email. This
poor guy had it worse than I did. I was
just the commander of a unit – this dude was the commander of an Air Force Reserve
RED HORSE battalion, and he owned a very well-respected company in San
Antonio. If our books came out, both of
us would lose our man cards in a huge way.
I also knew what was coming in the next few weeks, and I’d
ramped up my investigation out of self-preservation. At last check, I was next
on Bella’s hit list of exposed SEALs. I
really didn’t care about the guy whose book was coming in early February. That was his problem. Not that I didn’t understand his plight: we could sit down, have a beer, swap stories,
and not judge. That’s how much we had in
common. Bella had to be stopped. Right in her high-heeled tracks. Maybe teaming up with someone would give me
the edge I needed. The captain was right
about one thing: Bella’s spewing didn’t
need to see the light of day.
I had to find the motherfucker spilling all of these secrets
and take him out — with extreme prejudice.
The door opened again, and an Air Force Lieutenant Colonel
stepped inside the office.
“Colonel,” the captain said as he and I stood to greet the
“I won’t waste your time, Captain. I know where you are on your
investigation. I need to identify
patterns to see if I can find a mole in our organization.”
“I wish I had something for you, Colonel. What we do know is she’s an expert at hacking
government communications systems, being an IT security professional, she’s
been able to get in and read about some of our operations and—“
“I don’t give a damn about operations, how the hell is she
finding out about my personal life?”
I cringed when this man cut my captain off in
mid-sentence. Obviously, he’s never
heard of the Rock
. I remembered hearing about a throw down
between the Rock and the base commander at our duty station. That was one for the record books, and Bella
managed to capture it word for word in Rock’s book Dominant Deception.
“Calm down, colonel.
I know how you feel. I’ve
had the displeasure of being a character
in one of her books. I understand the urgency.”
The man sat back in his chair, and it was obvious to anyone
with eyes that he was trying to get a grip on his paranoia. At this point I was really feeling for the
guy—until he asked the million dollar question.
“What sort of progress have you made?"
I couldn’t believe my captain threw me under the bus then
backed it up over me. I cleared my throat
and sat forward.
“Well we managed to gain access to some of her mail and some
of her systems. Since she’s an IT
professional, it can prove challenging to stop her at times. But we did manage to shut her down for about
“Stop the presses, Lieutenant. Shut down servers, put publishers out of
business, I don’t give a fuck what it takes,” the Lieutenant Colonel said.
The captain spoke, “She has rights, colonel; we have to work
within the confines of the law. I have
“You’re not hearing me, captain. Stop the fucking presses and the release of
this book. Am I clear? This is a matter of international
The captain’s eyes narrowed.
“Lieutenant, go back your office and continue monitoring our
He didn’t have to tell me twice, “Yes, sir.”
I got up and left, closing the door behind me. I didn’t want to think about the throw down
that was about to happen. I know the
poor guy was desperate, and I didn’t blame him. I opened up this guy’s book to do some
research. I’d intercepted it while it
was in edits and going back and forth between her and the publisher. Before I could read two sentences, a voice
out of my nightmares called out to me.
"What kind of no good fuckery are you engaged in now?”
“Excuse me Master Chief,” Shaq said elbowing him out of the
way and taking a seat.
Whenever Master Chief came around asking
me what I was up to and my dive buddy took a seat in my office – the day was
going to hell in hand basket. Now all I
needed was for Doc to come in and tell me I needed some kind of exam.
“What the hell?”
Master Chief glared at Shaq.
“Help him do what?
Hold his dick?”
“No, Master Chief, the project he’s working on.”
“Oh? And what project
is that?” Master Chief asked folding his
I shivered when I caught a glimpse of Master Chief with arms
folded and staring down at me. I hated
when he’d do that in SQTs. It usually
meant the shit was going to hit the fan and go viral.
“You’ve drawn a slot in Operation Golden Shower, 1500, today,
at the clinic,” Doc handed me a sheet of
paper. “What’s going on in here?”
Yup, my day was headed for the seventh level of hell
aaannnyyy second now.
“I hope you ain’t on drugs, boy,” Master Chief growled.
Not right now, but I
must’ve been high when I signed up for this shit …
“No, Master Chief, no drugs here,” I opened up my calendar and saw that Friday
had scheduled the meeting thirty minutes before my appointment. “Doc, I have something really important I’m
“The only one who can get you out of this is the captain,”
“Shouldn’t be a problem, he’s the one that gave me the
“What the hell is so important that he’d need to get you out
“I didn’t ask, Master Chief.
He said I needed get something done and I didn’t question him.”
“What the hell are you doing anyway?”
“Research, for a project.”
“OW!” Shaq screamed
grabbing his face.
“What the fuck?” Doc
said rushing over to him, “What the hell happened?”
While we were talking, I noticed my dive buddy trying to
peek around to what was on my screen. I
had a rubber band on my desk and while everyone was distracted talking, I
slowly picked it up, took aim, and fired.
I got him in face
“Something stung me!
Damn, Doc! Quit feeling me up,” Shaq
said fighting him off.
“Then die motherfucker. The next time you get shot, dig the
fucking bullet out yourself.”
“I need to jump on something for the captain,” I said.
“Bullshit! What‘s going on with the IDF?” Master Chief growled.
“Say what? IDF? He’s USAF
, ” I said.
“Boy, wake the fuck up, how in
the hell did a USAF Lieutenant Colonel
walk in here and give Rock the what the fuck for?”
This dude was Israeli Defense Force? No wonder he was freaking out so bad.
Back up the fucking
How the hell did Master Chief know about the closed door
conversation with this guy? Could he be …?
“Yes?” Master Chief
asked with a sly grin.
Master Chief always had an uncanny way of finding things
out. The smallest details would come
back and bite me in the ass with him… details no one should know. I never could figure out how he did it maybe,
just maybe …
“What? What’s going
on?” Shaq said looking between us.
“Stay clueless will you?
It’s for your own good,” Master
“I think Rock and that guy are having a throw down. It got pretty heated,” I said stirring up the scuttlebutt to find
out what else would come out of Master Chief’s mouth.
Enlighten us will you?” Master
“I didn’t hear it, I could feel it coming. You know how the captain gets that look. Kind of like what happened with the former
base commander over Doc running exercises on the flight line.”
“No I — OW, fuck! What
the hell?” Doc yelled grabbing his arm and
“See I told you, some little bug is going around sting
“Shit! I’ll put in a
request to get this place fumigated.”
Doc said leaving.
Those rubber bands on my desk were coming in pretty handy. I managed the distraction I needed to change
the subject. Once everyone had left,
Master Chief and I just looked at each other.
That slick bastard was up to something and I had the feeling I knew
“We both know that Rock didn’t have any throw down about
medic drills on the flight line, so what’s up?”
“I don’t know, you tell me.”
Master Chief’s eyes narrowed, “There something you want to
“No, Master Chief. I
have a project for the captain I need to get done.”
“You take care of that project,
lieutenant. I’ve got a couple of projects
of my own I’m working on.”
Master Chief vacated my space. I sat back for a moment and thought before I
started working on trying to find a way to stop Bella. There was nothing I could do for the guy
sitting in the captain’s office and I felt sort of helpless, kind of like when
you watch a train wreck. You just can’t
look away, he’d live, just like Badass, the Rock, Master Chief and Doc all
had. I noticed as I dug that she had a
new folder in her BlackOps Brotherhood file.
What’s this… Counter
Strike… BlackOps Brotherhood seven… humm…
I clicked the file and read the first few words…
“LT I need you to look at something for me… What the hell’s wrong with you?”
I almost jumped out of my skin. It was the guy I was reading about, our
executive officer, COBRA! Bella was
upping her game, Cobra was one bad motherfucker. He told me what he wanted and I assured him I
would have it by the end of the day. I
went back to reading. The book was half
done and it was a doozie! Cobra was
going to be one pissed off snake if this ever saw the light of day.
Oh Bella, I have to stop you—for your own safety. I have to stop you.
Counter Strike, Book
Seven of the BlackOps Brotherhood Series:
“What the hell were you thinking?” He
not aboard ship, Captain
. If wanted
to fuck that skanky son-of-a-bitch that was my choice, not yours. I’m on
liberty. So go to hell, you ain’t my daddy, and I don’t have to explain a damn
thing to you!”
Well I’m tempted to do something your daddy
should’ve done to you a long time ago. Now, why the hell were you at that place
dressed like that
took a step back to get control of her anger. She knew she wasn’t dressed any
type of ‘way.’ She had on a black dress with heels; she’d dressed to go out for
a nice dinner. She’d read online that the place was a nice wine bar and it was
near the hotel where she’d planned to stay. When she’d arrived at the place, it
was just as advertised—a nice, quiet wine bar with soft music playing in the
background. Could she help it if some man-skank walked in and thought it was a
It used to piss her off when Rafe
acted like this. A guy couldn’t even talk to her without him exploding into
some kind of rage. He’d always accuse them of something dirty. Maybe those were
their intentions, but she never got a chance to make the judgment call. During
the years at the boarding school and later at the academy, he always
interfered—never mind that he’d fuck anything that moved. She’d blamed his
outbursts on the fact that for the first few years of their lives, Rafe had to
take care of her. While they were at the orphanage, when the other kids would
pick on her, he’d go bat shit crazy defending her. Back then she had to rely on
someone to defend her; now she was capable of taking care of herself, her son,
her dad, and anyone else that came along. Lance was picking up right where her
brother had left off, and this man had no excuse; he had no claim and was
acting like a jealous boyfriend.
out!” she said pointing to the door.
haven’t given me five minutes of peace since you got on my
boat. You interfere with my job, you go behind my back and
change my decisions without telling me. You make me look like an idiot in front
of my crew! And now you think you’re my self-appointed knight in shining
armor?” She laughed ruefully at him. “I’ve had men think that before, they all
turned out to be assholes in tin foil.”
she found herself in his iron grip again. “I do what I have to do. And I don’t
fucking you ever again!”
she could respond, he took her mouth in a searing kiss. He released her only to snake his arms around
her body in a tight, possessive embrace. She suddenly understood what it meant
to be claimed by a man and why it drove some women crazy with lust whenever a
man went Neanderthal on them. Time seemed to stop as she found herself an
observer watching as this man took what he wanted with impunity. In her mind’s
eye, her arms went around his neck and her hands raked through his hair pulling
him even closer. He responded by nipping at her lower lip and she opened her
mouth to let him get closer yet. No man had ever kissed her like this. They’d
always treated her like spun glass, fragile and delicate.
There would be nothing gentle about
this encounter. This
different. She knew for certain that
Lance was going to show her the dark side of desire, and the way her body
responded was frightening. Her nipples beaded to hard points aching for his
touch, and her pussy creamed in anticipation of the rough, thorough fuck that
was in store for her. Her body arched into his in a silent dare to carry out
his forbidden promise. Visions of a dark, dangerous passion she didn’t know she
had in her played out like a movie her head. He’d force her to discover it,
taste it, live it. The need he drew out of her was intoxicating. He groaned and
her eyes flew open.
Seizing her last shred of reason,
she remembered who he was and why she hated him so much. Pushing on his broad
shoulders, she moaned and he broke the kiss long enough to look at her. She
fought to catch her breath, every inch of her filling with fury at the way he’d
just assumed he could take another man’s place. There were no words for her
anger and the only thing she could do to retain a shred of her reputation was
to raise her hand as she screamed at him, “I hate you!”
Before she could feel the sting of her hand
connecting with his face, he’d grabbed her by the wrist and stopped her. The
fury in his blue eyes matched hers. Holding her arm behind her back, he pulled
her roughly against him. An angry growl rumbled in his chest. Her body’s
reaction to the sound shocked her. Her whole body was on fire with desire for
him. Her body’s adulterous reaction to his manhandling pissed her off even more
than she thought possible. Struggling
against his hold, he shook her and pinned her with the most dangerous don’t fuck with me
look she’d ever
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