Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Embracing His Syn (Nothing Special #2) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | A.E. Via |
| Language: | English |
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Sergeant Corbin 'Syn' Sydney had dedicated his life to becoming the best detective. So when he heard there was an opening on the notorious Atlanta Narcotics Task Force, he jumped at the chance. But, what he wasn't ready for was realizing just how lonely he’d made himself, when he observed the loving and dedicated relationship between the two men he served under: Lieutenant Cashel ‘God’ Godfrey and Lieutenant Leonidis Day. Syn prepared himself to accept his lonely fate until he walked into a small pub and met the long-haired, tattooed bartender, Furious Barkley. Before Syn can even understand why, he’s overcome with feelings he barely recognizes: passion, yearning, craving. And if the dark, lustful gazes are anything to go by, Furious might be feeling the same things for him. Just two thing needs to happen before Syn and Furi can give each other what’s been missing from their lives for so long... Syn needs to find the evidence that proves Furi’s innocence of murder, as well as protect him from a past that refuses to let go. God, Day, Ronowski, and Johnson are still as entertaining as ever... You'll swoon over God's massive take-charge attitude... You'll laugh hysterically at Day's never-ending wit... You'll fall in love with Furious' mysterious, sexy demeanor... and... You'll embrace Syn... Disclaimer: The main characters of this book DO NOT participate in polygamous sexual pairings. | |
| Books in Series: | Nothing Special Series by A.E. Via |
| Books by Author: | A.E. Via Books |
‘Everything’s Not Always as It Seems’
“Alright Syn, don’t waste my fucking time. Let’s see what you got.”
Syn turned and looked at his hopefully future Lieutenant. God’s gruff voice could really intimidate a man. Add in the guy’s build and tattoos, and he intimidated most men ... but Syn wasn’t most men.
He’d put in for an immediate transfer from his precinct in Philadelphia when he heard a vacancy opened up on the most notorious task force in the Eastern U.S. A task force headed up by Lieutenant Cashel Godfrey – known as God, and Lieutenant Leonidis Day. A quick-witted snarky bastard who wasn’t afraid to cut you to the quick if you got in his face. The dynamic duo were both promoted to the rank of Lieutenant a couple years ago after having been Detectives for only five years. Being promoted so quickly had been unheard of – before they were recruited by the Mayor of Atlanta to head up their own task force made up of some of the toughest SOBs this side of the Mississippi. The new rules for God and Day were the same as before ... there were none.
Lieutenant Day was on one side of the bolt-locked door, a sarcastic smirk already on his face, his two chrome 9mm handguns pointed down at the rickety porch. God was on the opposite side of the door, his broad back against the house’s red brick siding, his twin gold-toned Desert Eagles cocked and ready to fire. Syn took one final look behind him and saw Detective Ronowski at his six ready his shotgun. Syn gave him a quick nod. Everything was a go.
Syn steeled his spine, reared back, braced his weight on his back leg and raised his right boot in one swift motion and shattered the thin wood surrounding the doorknob. “Atlanta PD! Atlanta PD!” Syn yelled as he moved inside the small townhome, eyes forward but mindful of any movement in his periphery. God and Day were inside now and Syn watched them kick tables and chairs out of their path, making their way through the narrow hall that led to what looked like a couple of bedrooms and a small bath. After Syn shouted a couple of ‘clears’ for the living room and the kitchen, Ronowski quickly began rummaging through couch cushions, feeling underneath tables and knocking at areas on the wall, listening for hollow sounds. Drug dealers were known for concealing drugs, money, and guns behind drywall.
“Atlanta PD let me see your hands, now!” Day’s command floated out to Syn as he made his way back to the front of the house. He saw Day leading out a man who looked to be in his early thirties. He was shirtless and his hair was matted to one side of his head like he’d been sleeping. His hands were secured behind his back with a zip-tie. Day threw him on the ratty plaid sofa and God’s look dared him to try to get up.
“I guess you’re not going to read me my rights. Fucking filthy cops. I heard you been asking around about me, God. I heard some other shit too.”
“Maybe I should fix it so you don’t hear anything else,” God growled.
Syn watched God yank his twelve inch serrated blade from its sheath tucked underneath his left arm. He masterfully flipped the blade over his hand once like something you’d see in a Jet Li film and used his other hand to get a painful grip on the top of his suspect’s ear.
The suspect became still and very quiet as the tip of the blade skated lightly across the side of his face and stopped at his earlobe.
“Chill the fuck out, God,” the man hissed.
“What else did you hear, Goose?” God asked in a low voice.
“Nothing man! Nothing, alright!”
Syn saw God look him in the eye and he made sure his poker face was in place. Syn had read the entire file on this drug dealing trash over the last two days. Their suspect, Greg ‘Goose’ Jenkins, had taken over his uncle’s illegal business after Day and God had gotten him locked up for twenty years. The men on their team had secured enough surveillance on Goose to conduct a legal search and get a solid conviction if they found drugs, cash or guns in the home.
After God tucked his knife away, Goose spat on the floor and leveled each of them with a hateful look. “Where’s the warrant, God? Your boy is back there tearing up my goddamn house, let me see the fucking warrant.”
Syn kept his eyes on the suspect, but the man’s comments were raising Syn’s hackles. Shouldn’t they be calling this in by now? What were Ronowski and Day doing back there?
Syn was on the task force on a trial basis. He needed to prove he could follow orders, anticipate the need to act, and work efficiently as part of the team; but also show he was ruthless and dangerous ... just like all the other team members. He’d heard stories that these guys were badasses. So was Syn. He wanted to climb the departmental ranks, and being on God and Day’s task force was a sure way to get his name recognized and get out from under his father’s legacy to make his own.