Bane: Elite Operatives (Bad Boys of X-Ops Book 4) by Rie Warren Page A

other thug here for the exchange was, too.
    Carlos, scrawny as ever, whistled between two fingers and the noise died down. His bodyguard stationed his big bulk next to the bossman.
    “ Hola , Igor.” I nodded at the huge goon.
    Douchebag frowned with his big block forehead. “ Me llamo Juan .” He pointed a finger at his chest.
    “It’s a joke, you know like . . . from Frankenstein .”
    “I don’t joke.”
    No shit. Dude probably needed to lay off the ’roids because he had all the personality of a lobotomy patient.
    “Senorita Catalina.” Carlos waltzed up to Kiki, kissing her on both cheeks like this was a goddamn night at the opera instead of a gun deal. “ Hermoso como siempre .”
    I rolled my eyes as he laid it on thick with her. Spiffy cunt in his slick suit. Too bad about the disfiguring scar and the fact he was about as heavy as a bantamweight.
    “What happened to cabron here?” he asked, gesturing to the leg I was favoring just a little bit.
    “I was playing with guns.” I grinned. “Speaking of, how about we get on with this.”
    “Impatient, si ? That’s the problem with the world these days.” He continued with his state of the world message, addressing Kiki, while I lit a cigarette.
    And smoked it. Impatiently.
    Finally, with a second whistle, Carlos signaled another Los Reyes member forward. The dude carried a bulging black duffel he placed on the hood of our truck. He unzipped the bag, revealing stacks of cocaine inside.
    Carlos nodded, and the man pulled out a brick and sliced it open with the tip of his knife.
    Waving me closer to the goods, Carlos smiled in that oily way of his. “Try it.”
    “Think I’ll save it for our customers.”
    His head tilted and his smile thinned. “But I insist. I need to be sure you’re legit.”
    Without any further hesitation I unsheathed my KA-BAR, dipped the tip into the powder, and guided it to my nose. In one quick suck, I snorted the fucking cocaine.
    The fast hit of high-octane drug worked like a shot of adrenaline to my system. I wiped off my blade, feeling like my body had just been fed a burst of fuel.
    “It’s good.” I sheathed my knife.
    “ Bueno .” Carlos clapped his hands together.
    Great. At least he was happy. I felt like my brain was taking a trip down the rabbit hole as a million butterflies shivered over my skin. My nose was numb, the back of my throat tickled, and my entire body was on high alert.
    We walked the drug dealing assholes to the back of the SUV and opened it up. Inside were three crates of weapons and ammo Igor unloaded by himself. Crowbarred that shit open, too, although he probably could’ve used his bare hands to break the nailed shut boxes apart.
    Three crates containing three different lethal weapons: AK-47s, FN 5-7s, and last but not least the bragged about 50 cal s .
    Kiki leaned against the open gate of the truck. “All there. High quality. Told you we had the goods, Carlos.”
    “ Ahh , my Katherine. I never doubted you for a moment, mi tesoro .”
    The dude made me want to puke. Or punch him until his brains turned to mush.
    After speaking to Igor , he gave the orders for him to take the expensive weaponry away.
    “To a happy arrangement.” Carlos pulled a silver flask from the inside pocket of his suit.
    Uncapping the container, he passed it to Kiki.
    She dutifully downed a swallow before handing it to me. I took a pull then gave it back to Carlos.
    “Listen, mi amigo . Heard you had a Middle Eastern connection somewhere on American soil.” Kiki played good cop with her good buddy, the killer.
    “Where’d you hear this?” Staring at Kiki with those black-pit eyes, he capped the flask and stashed it away.
    “I may have had a vested interest in a certain MC’s affairs in Louisiana. The same outlaws you referred to the other night.” She flashed a pretty smile. “You know how I like my men.”
    Jefe changed instantly from suspicious to interested. “Katherine, mi hermosa . What’s in it for