Wicked as Lies (Wicked & Devoted #3) Read Online Shayla Black

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wicked & Devoted Series by Shayla Black
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
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“Since they basically called you pretty, I’m not sure it was, either. You poor bastard.”

“Yes, sir.”

“How long have you been Stateside?”

“Flew out of Qatar three days ago.”

“Still enjoying that jet lag, are you?”

“Yes, sir.” It had been particularly wicked when his alarm went off at five a.m. for his morning run.

“Then you’ll probably need some coffee while I introduce you to the others.”

Zy nodded. “I’d appreciate it.”

“You got it.” The colonel stepped aside and settled a big, war-worn hand on the nearby desk and directed his attention to the woman behind it. “This is Aspen, our temporary receptionist.”

“Hi.” The woman, a thirtyish brunette with big glasses and a granola-vegan vibe, smiled.

“Nice to meet you.” He nodded her way.

“She’ll be here for another couple of weeks. Our usual receptionist, Tessa, is on maternity leave, so Aspen has been filling in. And you know this guy…”

Zy saw his old buddy, Forest Scott, lumbering in his direction and met him halfway. “Hey, man. Now I remember why everyone calls you Trees. It’s been a few months, so I’d forgotten how damn tall you are.”

The big guy pulled him in for a bro-hug. “Bite my ass.”

“You’re not my type.” He slapped Trees on the back.

Yeah, they sometimes exchanged insults and pretended to bust each other’s balls, but Trees was more like a brother to Zy than the brother with whom he shared blood. He was grateful for the day Uncle Sam had introduced them. In the last nine years, Trees had saved his life—in more ways than one. Hell, he wouldn’t have this job now if not for his best friend. Instead, he probably would have jumped from contracting gig to contracting gig in one Middle Eastern war zone after another, a little more miserable each day. But Louisiana was good. And it was far from Silicon Valley—exactly what he needed to return to the States in peace.

“Back here you’ll find a coffee bar. I have the office to the left.” The colonel pointed down the hall. “In the corner by the window, the guy on the phone? That’s Cutter Bryant. He’s former military and a local from nearby Sunset.”

The whip-lean guy with the angular face and blond hair held up a hand and waved. Zy waved back.

“The guy settling into the desk beside him is Josiah Grant.” The colonel dropped his voice. “Former CIA.”

Big, buff Josiah stood and held out his hand. “Don’t hold that against me.”

Zy shook with him. “You got it.”

“What’s your background?”

“Served with Trees. Been out about eighteen months, contracting. I’m demolitions.”

“Oh, so you’re crazy?” Josiah teased.

Zy smiled. “Because I like to blow shit up?”

“That, and you’re friends with him.” Josiah pointed at Trees.

Everyone laughed, even Cutter, who ended his call and shook his hand.

After they exchanged a few pleasantries, the colonel escorted him down another hall, then pointed to a darkened office. “Copy room here.” Down a bit farther, they passed a closed door. “Storage. And down here...” He trekked to another alcove with two desks.

“Is where I sit,” Trees finished, then pointed to the empty desk under the window. “You’ll be here, buddy.”

“Great.”

Truly, it was. Trees was used to his kind of crazy. They’d never had angry words or a disagreement they couldn’t end with a good-natured punch, a fart joke, and a beer.

“So if you want to set your backpack there, yeah… That’s desk, sweet desk.” The colonel smiled, then motioned him to follow around a corner and past a concrete pillar. “And this is Pierce Walker.”

As the brawny guy with intense black eyes rose to his feet, Zy wondered why Walker was alone—and looked perfectly happy about it.

“One-Mile,” he corrected, extending an inked arm and a big hand his way.

“He’s our resident sniper,” the colonel supplied.

Instantly, the guy’s nickname made sense. Zy took his hand. “You have a one-mile kill-shot to your name?”

“A little over, yeah. A few years back. Sadr City, Iraq.”

“Shit, I heard about that. Of course, by the time I heard the story, your name was classified.”

The loner tugged at his beard with a cynical smile.

“And…that’s the whole happy family at this point. Why don’t you grab that java and meet me in my office?”

“Sure. Thanks.” As his new boss strode away, Zy gave One-Mile a head bob, then headed to the coffee bar with Trees.

“What do you think?” his buddy asked.

“You weren’t lying. It seems like a good fit.” Zy poured himself a big mug of java, steaming hot and black. “Anything else I should know?”

His buddy did the same. “So far, no one seems to be in anyone’s hair or under anyone’s skin.”

“Happy to hear it.” Unfortunately, Trees’s tone said there was more to the story. “But?”

Trees pulled at the back of his neck. “But…I gotta be honest. The colonel got remarried not long ago. And since you agreed to take the job a few weeks back, there’s been a lot of talk—nothing confirmed—that the colonel might retire.”


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