Page 60 of Rogue (Mike Bravo Ops 2)
“I can multitask. What’s the favor?”
“With you busy and Domino taking over, he got a phone call yesterday …” Atlas bites his lip, and even though he’s one of the biggest guys on the team, it makes him look bashful.
“And?”
“It’s for a job that I really don’t want to do.”
“What’s the job?”
“It’s so not my thing. It’s undercover …”
That shouldn’t matter. Atlas is versatile on what kind of jobs we send him on. He’s been undercover plenty of times before.
“I have to trust that Domino made the right choice if he tapped you for the job,” I say. “Unless you think you can’t do it.”
He slumps. “I can do it. I just know it will turn to mockery.”
“What the hell is it?”
“A bartending gig.”
That’s it? “I’m confused.”
“At a strip club.”
“Still confused but much more interested now.”
Atlas averts his eyes as he talks. “The guy who owns the strip club thinks his business partner is embezzling money. But he can’t exactly go to the cops about it because it’s a money-laundering front, and he’s under the impression we’re a PI-type security firm.”
“Ah. One of those jobs.” I glance at the hallway because I know Dylan won’t like that we’re taking on this kind of mission. And usually, I’d at least assess the situation myself before accepting it because while I like to play with the line of following the law, flat out breaking it is a no for me. But I trust Domino, and if he wasn’t sure, he would’ve called me.
I trust him to make the right decisions for my company.
“Is it the morality of it?” I ask Atlas.
“No. Just the mockery part. The bartending uniform is a thong and a bow tie.”
I laugh but try to contain it. “Hey, you know the team. If there’s anything to ever mock you about, we will.”
“True.”
“I think you’ll look cute in nothing but a thong and blushing at flirty customers. But if you don’t want to do it, I can ask Zeus or Iris to switch out on this job. You know they love showing off their bodies. Who else would look good sliding down a pole?”
“It’s a bartending position, not stripping.”
“Maybe we should try to get you promoted somehow.”
“It’s already starting. Okay, I’m out of here. When do you think you’ll be back to work properly?”
“As soon as Dylan’s safe.”
“So it could be never.” He’s joking, but it’s not far from the truth.
“Possibly. It’s interconnected with law enforcement to have this thing out quickly. We don’t know who we can trust, so we’re pretty much on our own. And if we fuck it up, it’s not as easy as Dylan taking the fall for something Walker did. Walker wants to take him out permanently, and I’m not going to let that happen.”
“You might need to consider moving him to a safer location.”
“If they found us at the ranch, they could find us anywhere. The only safe place for him is by my side.”
Atlas rubs his chin. “I dunno. The Maldives is supposed to be beautiful this time of year. And the best part is, if they do somehow set him up to take the fall—”
“No extradition. I know. I’ve already thought of that. But …”
“But what?”
“I’m going to do everything in my power to get his life back. I know Dylan, and chilling on a beach day after day isn’t him. He’s like us. He needs the adrenaline and the chase.”
“Then I guess we only have one option,” Atlas says.
“We can’t fuck it up.”
After Atlas leaves, I figure Dylan’s still in the guest room going through his new clothes, considering I can’t find him anywhere else. I head down the hall and open the door, but I stop in my tracks as soon as I see him.
“I didn’t actually expect you to put it on.” But he did, and that makes me like him so much more. And I have to say that I didn’t think a mankini would look good on him, but fuck. His ass is on full display with pure white material separating his ass cheeks.
He looks at me over his shoulder while he flexes his glutes to make his butt dance.
And when he turns around? Damn.
“How is it that I go out of my way to try to make you look ridiculous, but you somehow pull it off?”
Atlas bought one with a harness that sits over his nipples and joins at the fabric, and the part covering his junk has slits in it so big, I can see his cock underneath the material.
“To be honest, I was expecting something a little more … kinky?”
I mock gasp. “What kind of boy do you take me for?”
“Not a boy at all. You’re definitely a man.”
I pull him toward me. “And this man wants to unwrap his gift.”
Dylan steps out of my grasp. “Are you kidding me? It took that whole time just to figure out how to get in this thing, and now you’re going to take it off me? Nuh-uh. We’re going swimming.”
