Black and Brown (Ravens #1) Read Online A.E. Via

Categories Genre: Dark, Insta-Love, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Ravens Series by A.E. Via
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
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He had on a different trench from the one from yesterday.

This one looked like soft, breathable cotton, with another low-riding hood.

Mirage couldn’t see his eyes while he hid from the sun.

“I eat here most mornings before training. This is my first time seeing you.”

Grace’s expression didn’t change. “I eat alone.”

Mirage returned to his food and sprinkled some salt and pepper on his eggs. “So what are you doing here then?”

“Watching you.”

Grace was clearly a man of few words, but the little he did speak packed a serious punch.

Mirage watched his partner with intense focus and asked, “You like what you see?”

Grace stared him down until Mirage had to break the contact.

He ate his eggs and a few spoonfuls of grits before he spoke again. “You ready for training?”

When he was met with silence, he turned to demand Grace answer him, but he was gone.

Damn him.

Mirage scarfed down the rest of his breakfast and orange juice, then hurried to the training facility.

Grace

Grace wasn’t keen on the looks Mirage gave him or the tone of his voice when he asked questions.

Neither spoke while they waited for their handler to finish talking to whoever all those men were behind the laptops, but Mirage looked a bit too smug for Grace’s liking.

“All right, fellas, let’s see what we got.” Spectre broke into Grace’s concentration.

Their handler began tapping away on a high-tech tablet as Grace studied his features. He was pretty good at pinpointing nationalities from his many years abroad. Spectre was about six foot with a lithe frame, sculpted shoulders, and veiny forearms. He had an attractive blend of olive skin, sharp jawlines, and piercing dark eyes that made him Mediterranean handsome.

“I emphasize ‘we’ because this is a three-way partnership. Success requires us to be in sync, to anticipate what each other will say and do before it’s done.”

Spectre’s baritone voice was low and smooth, his demeanor cool, collected, and overflowing with confidence.

“I was an agent handler in the CIA for twenty-two years before the Ravens recruited me. I assume because I have a ninety-eight percent mission success rate, and I’ve never lost a man.”

He looked them each in the eye, holding his glare for a long moment before he stressed, “Your lives are in my hands when you’re out there. You may not trust me right this second, but I guarantee you will before you leave this training field tonight.”

Now Spectre was speaking Grace’s language.

He didn’t need to know where his handler had grown up or if he’d had a good childhood. He wasn’t concerned with the traits of his zodiac sign, and he didn’t want to know what his goddamn hobbies were.

Grace only cared if he could do his fucking job. He respected capability over all else.

“Let’s get wired up and show these motherfuckers what the Browns can do because second generation doesn’t mean second best.”

Spectre turned and walked away.

Several geeky-looking guys watched them through a window from an enclosed room with Control Room etched in the door’s frosted glass.

Mr. Fancy Shoes Director and his large following of suits were in an observation booth, staring down on them as if they were gods of the universe, ready to judge.

The training session started, causing a rush of adrenaline to flood Grace’s veins as the new reality of his life settled in.

And this was only the beginning of his journey, a life he’d walk with the man standing at his six.

So close and silent.

If Grace wasn’t confident he was there, he would’ve thought it was his imagination…a ghostly spirit he felt on the sensitive hairs on the back of his neck.

Mirage

The morning mist hung low over the secluded training grounds.

He and Grace ended up chest-to-back, weapons poised, eyes cast downward but scanning every inch of space around them.

“Got three approaching east, fifty yards.” Spectre’s words were crisp and sharp.

Grace pivoted, his every step deliberate and calculated. He took both shots, then the third without looking.

The sharp crack of gunfire reverberated through the air and into Mirage’s sternum.

The battle program the geeks had created hurled hologram hostiles at them, as many as five at a time, which flickered and disappeared in a haze of light with each successful hit.

“Four o’clock, beyond the brush, you got one closing in at thirty feet.”

Mirage threw five knives at once over Grace’s shoulder, each hologram showing the blades embedding center mass before disappearing behind Grace’s back so fast he was barely seen.

“They’re gonna try to trick us now…stay sharp.”

Mirage was already getting used to Spectre’s voice.

The suits watching must’ve expected Grace to do most of the eliminating, assuming he’d use his firearms as the quickest means of killing. But their surprise showed as they tried to keep up with the blades Mirage seemed to produce out of thin air.

By midday, Grace and Mirage were feeding off each other’s energy, reacting to one another’s body language.


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