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“We need to go,” Inda announced, unable to hide the smile in her voice. He glanced over at her and frowned.E tu Brute?Hell, he felt like Julius Caesar, betrayed by his own damn friend.

His team all appeared so damn amused and it grated on his nerves. For a group who hadn’t been very welcoming of Quinn earlier, they seemed to be changing their tune. He cast a suspicious glance at Inda, wondering what the women had beentalking about for the past two hours. The brunette tossed him a wink.

“Yes, let’s go,” Quinn agreed. “I want to get in there and find a good spot where I can keep my eyes on Mesa.”

She picked her Glock up off the table and tucked it into a small sequined handbag.

“Eyes only, Quinn,” Brax ground out. “One of us will take the shot once he’s outside.”

The last thing he wanted was a gunshot to cause chaos and panic in the nightclub and possibly even allow Mesa a chance to escape.

“That’s the plan,” she stated breezily, neither confirming nor denying her true intentions. As she sashayed past him, his eyes dropped to her ass and he swallowed hard.

Focus, he warned himself.On the op, not on your ex-wife’s fucking amazing assets.

Brax let out an exasperated sigh. He had a feeling it might turn into a long night.

Chapter Ten

“Bienvenidos a Miami,” Ryland murmured to the tune of the Will Smith song.

Quinn propped a shoulder against the brick building, her attention on the opening night crowd across the street from the alley. The line of clubbers waiting to get inside Onyx snaked all the way around the building. Scantily-clad women wore clothing that concealed less than the skimpiest of lingerie, and the men seemed to prefer unbuttoned silky shirts and gold chains. Even though she was far enough away and concealed from sight, she swore she could smell the stench of too much cologne.

She wrinkled her nose. Not her type. Nope, not even close. The kind of man she was attracted to didn’t try to be something he wasn’t or pretend he had more money in his bank account to impress women. He was self-assured and dominant, all Alpha male, but in a warrior kind of way. Her man wasn’t looking for approval or a desire to have all eyes on him. Rather, he had a strong, quiet confidence that spoke volumes.

Her attention shifted to Braxton and she studied his stern profile. So serious. He was scoping out the situation and most likely already knew the number of entrances, exits, bouncers and people waiting in line. He was efficient, thorough and…

Your ex-husband, she reminded herself firmly. Anything they might’ve had long ago had imploded because of their inability to trust each other. She’d learned it took more than mind-blowing sex to make a marriage work. Although she wouldn’t mind tangling between the sheets with him again. For old times sake.

Brax looked over at her and his gaze did a quick tilt down her body.Hmm. Maybe he was on the same wavelength. As different as they were, they were also eerily similar. When his eyes lifted and connected with hers, she saw the flare of heat before he quickly doused it.

“Ready?” he asked, reverting into mission mode.

“Ready,” she answered, palming her breasts and pushing them up higher, pulling an exasperated sound from the man across from her. A little more cleavage never hurt anything. Especially when she was trying to attract the attention of an egotistical, maniacal, self-consumed asshole like Alvaro Mesa.

Yeah, maybe she was only supposed to be the team’s eyes. But if an opportunity to get closer to the druglord presented itself, she’d take it. Besides, The Agency wanted him dead and told her to do the job.

“Good luck,” Zane said in her ear.

“I don’t need luck,” Quinn stated confidently, then met Brax’s neutral face. “See you soon.”

“Be careful,” he said. As she turned away, he grabbed her arm, spinning her back to face him, hauling her close. Her heart hammered triple time and the heat of his powerful body against hers made her flush. His warm breath tickled her ear as he whispered, “I mean it, Quinn. Stick to the plan.”

She smirked. “You gonna spank me if I don’t?”

He growled in response, and she inhaled sharply. God, she wanted to lick him. Instead, she stepped back, resisting the intoxicating pull between them. Hell, it was stronger than gravity.

“If I remember correctly, that was never a punishment.”

“Oh, you remember correctly,” she responded saucily. Spinning on her heel, she headed across the street, giving her ass an extra shake just for him.

Plucking the exclusive invite from her handbag, she skirted past the long line, walked straight up to a bouncer and handed it to him.Thank you, Zane and co.Apparently, Ex Nihilo’s hackers could get most anything accomplished, even in a pinch.

The bouncer barely looked at the invite. He was too busy ogling her assets. When he lifted the velvet rope and winked, she sauntered by with a demure smile. Inwardly, she groaned. She hated when guys winked. Nine times out of ten it was followed by a lewd comment or look.

“Nice tits,” the bouncer said.

And there it is.Quinn rolled her eyes, ignoring him.

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