Brave Frontier Vargas Novels & Stories

a gruff voice snapped from the back of the van. Garrett shifted his gaze to the rearview mirror. Three heavy-set, heavily scarred mercenaries were crammed into the back cargo space, surrounded by duffel bags filled with silver-laced weaponry and tactical restraints. The man who had spoken, a massive rogue wolf named Vance, leaned forward, his face twisted in frustrated anger.

"No. 6, the perfect strategist who has not been hurt even once in all of his past missions. The Genius Prince from the Land of Perfumes, alias: Vartyss" A lad with glasses and a refined body under his sweaty casual wear greets the camera with a smile. Then he turns back and puts his virtual chess piece to checkmate his opponent on the AB Ring’s hologram board. On his shoulder was a barbell. "Strong as a rock, fast as a thunderbolt. Alias: Tim and alias: Thwar, brothers from the realm of the Vikings. The record holder for clearing 47 Knight-level missions equally, which is the most among any trainee, follows as joint No.4!"

I’m getting there, Starfish, we have a breach on the eastern side of the territory. Euan and I are surrounded. I love you. I say before cutting the mind link. You ready for this Junie? Ready whenever you are Covey. It’s time to kick some rogue ass.

I raised my chin and made sure my gaze was locked with his as I said… “I, Adaira Varese of the Brookstone pack, reject you, Gav…” I gasped as his hands wrapped around my throat, he moved me backwards and he pressed me against the bars of the closest cell. “One more word out of you and I will wipe out your entire pack, You are mine now, you have always been mine, and you will remain mine.” With that, he leaned down and sank his teeth into my neck.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Her broken jaw was completely healed now and she felt no trouble with it. Alpha Marcus was an arrogant man. He was also a pervert. It was his perverted nature that made him have his basement soundproofed. Adrienne had no doubt that the crash she had made would not be heard by the inhabitants of the floors above. Her only problem was the guards standing right outside.

Arrghhhhhh, he felt so stupid! Javier lunged at the ghost in a burst of embarrassed anger. As the Ace at the Apex, he was going to bag a ghost if this was the last thing he would do! He was Javier the Valiant, Javier the Fearless, Javier the Guy Motivated By Embarrassment!

"This isn't some street gang operation. This is a coordinated military assault on American soil." "Which means we can't fight them like a street gang," Jax replied, his hazel eyes cold with calculation. "Ghost, what do we know about Vargas himself?" Ghost pulled up a file on his main screen, displaying a photograph of a man in his fifties with silver hair and dead eyes. "Eduardo Vargas, age 52, former Colombian military special forces before he went private sector. He's been the cartel's primary enforcer for North American operations for the past decade. Conservative body count estimates put him at over 200 confirmed kills."

His anger showed in the form of his eyes flashing from blue to obsidian and back. "What my sister is trying to say," the pale, red-head intervened with a charming grin and raised hands—for the life of me, I couldn't see how the two were related, "for hers, your packs, and your own safety, its safer for her not to be near battle when she's not prepared for it. For the love of the Goddess, I can see the fear in her eyes," he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate."