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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“I’m meeting with some investors. This place costs a lot of money to remain operational.”

Mirage eased Grace’s drink closer to him in a silent request for him to sit back down, with Meridian following suit.

Meridian pushed a button on his fancy Hart locator watch that looked to be an upgrade from his own.

Meridian’s voice was raspy and full of authority.

“Yeah, Corvo, we did request it. Bring with you who you need to debrief us. We won’t be at our scheduled one at eighteen hundred. And fuckin’ move it. You know I hate waiting.”

Meridian pressed the disconnect.

“Another bourbon,” Mirage said to Tiffany when Grace shoved his empty glass aside.

It was less than five minutes before the Blacks’ team came into the room, looking confused and leery.

“You never fail to shock and awe, Meridian,” Corvo said after he and their manager took a seat while the others in the team stood behind their chairs with recorders.

“Now, can we get down to business? I mean, if it’s all right with you, Grace?” the director sneered.

He got no reaction from any of them. And his contorted grimace indicated he didn’t appreciate being ignored.

As planned, Ex took the lead.

“Yep. Let’s get down to it. We have even less time than you, Director.”

Ex leaned back in his chair, with one hand under his chin, mimicking the thinking man’s pose, and asked through a clenched jaw, “Let’s start with who were the mercenaries that got the drop on us? They knew our mission times and coordinates of the attack. Was it a setup or an ambush by another organization we were not informed existed?”

Mirage almost smirked, but Ex’s voice was serious, his mouth set in a straight line.

Ex had spoken the truth. He was a serious bullshitter. He talked circles around the debriefing team, keeping them on the defensive.

“They were able to disappear with our marks before we even realized what the hell was happening. They even knew our communications would be delayed,” Mirage growled. “Can any of you explain that shit?”

Mirage slammed his fist on the table, emphasizing Ex’s rage. When he removed his hand, a sleek, double-edged black knife was stuck into the solid wood table.

“Looks as if Mirage agrees with my line of questioning. The next blade he produces will be in someone’s mouth for not speaking up.” Ex leaned in, still speaking in that deep, menacing tone. “You guys dropped the fuckin’ ball. We wanna know right now who the fuck it was.”

Ex’s tactic and the way they played off each other’s reactions were borderline genius.

As Mirage had hoped, the teams appeared to shake with fear as they all began blurting out possible scenarios while apologizing and promising to get them answers.

Panic equaled chaos.

Mirage needed everyone pitted against each other to find the rat hiding within their organization.

Self-preservation always trumped loyalty.

Mirage

Ex concluded the meeting after eleven minutes of the team stuttering unlikely possibilities of what could’ve happened. “Corvo, Spectre, set up a training facility for a four-man ops mission tomorrow at oh seven hundred. Blacks and Browns will train together this week.”

Their handlers exchanged more perplexed looks before Corvo nodded in Meridian’s direction.

“You got it, Mere.”

Spectre answered, “I’ll see it done.”

“Meeting adjourned,” Ex deadpanned.

The four of them got up as if they were a synchronized dance team.

“Wait, no, we’re not done. Keep the conference door locked,” the director ordered the guards. “I need Zelmir Benton executed tomorrow by any means. We’ll rendezvous in the strategy room in thirty. This mission is still classified as FPL Delta.”

Meridian turned and began to walk toward the director’s seat, stalking him like a panther.

The debriefing team sat stone-still, eyes cast downward, sweat beading at their temples. Their administrator, Jo, was the only one looking as if she’d seen this coming…and was glad of it.

Time seemed to slow as trouble hung heavy in the air, Meridian’s darkness absorbing what was left of the light in the room.

“Fuck, don’t, Meridian, please.” Corvo rose but didn’t go farther. “We’re gonna do whatever you guys need, and we’re gonna find out who the mercenaries were that attacked you. I swear on my own life.”

Meridian continued to take slow, purposeful steps.

After Corvo ended his plea, the only sound that remained was the director’s labored breaths.

Hell, even Mirage was stunned to silence. This was completely off script.

He didn’t know the last time he’d felt anxious, but Meridian was fucking scary as shit.

No one else could see the deep, black pools that were Meridian’s eyes except them. The rest only saw his tanned skin and chiseled jaw.

Meridian stood behind the director’s chair, amplifying the fear pulsing around the room. He made the corrupt bastard sweat through his expensive suit before he leaned over and put his lips close to his ear.

“If we discover you had anything to do with what happened in Germany…I will torture you in a way that’ll make you fall on your knees and beg me for death.”


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