Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Nope.” God quirked one brow, swinging into the Starbucks drive-thru. “You going all in this morning? Looks like you need something strong?”
Day sighed. “Sure. Why not.”
“Good morning, welcome to Starbucks. What can I get started for you?” the happy voice said through the intercom.
“Stacy, let me get a vanilla latte with three shots of espresso, fifteen pumps of vanilla, extra milk, no foam, a hundred and sixty degrees.”
“Oh, sure! You want a plain bagel as well, Officer Godfrey?” The barista perked up even more.
This girl always had way too much cheerfulness for 5:00 a.m.
“Yep,” he said and pulled forward, already knowing the total.
He stared at his partner in silence until he got to the window.
Stacy did her usual flirty grin and blinked her long lashes like every morning, but God didn’t lead her on. He preferred his hookups to be more seasoned, ones whose hearts weren’t broken when he didn’t call the next day.
He tipped her, gave his partner his coffee, hoping it’d give him the boost he needed, and drove them the rest of the way to the station.
The meeting room was filled with the scent of sweat and anxious energy. Day and God stood with the SWAT team and the rest of the officers in full tactical gear.
Police Chief Robinson had asked the surrounding precinct commanders to provide their best officers to support the task force in a major drug bust, and their captain had chosen them.
And he and Day hadn’t hesitated to accept.
Sergent Grey, aka Joker, stood with the rest of his team, scanning the men and women with a fire in his eyes that never dimmed, no matter how high the stakes of the mission he led.
“All right, listen up!”
Grey’s voice was rough from his years of shouting orders.
The room fell silent.
“You’ve trained for this. You’ve bled and shed sweat and tears for this. Today isn’t just another bust. It’s the bust. The largest shipment expected to arrive in this city in years. And today, we show these kingpins what happens when you fuck with the wrong city!”
There were a few whoops and curses of “Fuck yeah” before the noise died down.
“We’re gonna hit ’em hard and hit ’em fast with the full force of the APD.”
Joker walked down the line, slapping helmets and vests.
“I don’t have to tell you the risks or the danger of this mission. Be vigilant. Don’t hesitate, and trust the man beside you.”
God and Day exchanged a quick glance, no words needing to be spoken as he gave his partner a discreet wink.
“Don’t overthink when you bust through those doors because fear and doubt are a luxury you can’t afford.”
The sergeant took a deep breath and concluded, “Gear up and move it. We’re wheels in motion in five.”
God’s heart pumped adrenaline through every part of him. But his anxiety didn’t stand a chance against his bond with his partner.
God
God sat in the passenger seat of the unmarked SUV, waiting on the darkening sky to provide them with the cover they needed to breach the dilapidated warehouse.
Any moment, the radio would crackle with the green light for them to go.
He tightened his grip on his M4 Carbine. This was his favorite time, the calm before the tornado dropped.
He could sense Day’s focus sharpening with each second. The slight shift of his body and the twitching of his jaw were enough for him to know his partner was locked and ready.
He was sure they could do this because they’d been in worse battles over their three years. Fear no longer held him in its clutches when he was with Day. Their connection made him invincible. No situation was too dangerous, no mission impossible if his partner was at his six.
“You good?” Day murmured.
“Always,” God grunted.
Day’s lips curled upward, a grin that was a warning as much as a promise.
The scene commander alerted them that everyone was in position. The entry teams were going in with explosives and window breaches.
God and Day were going in the side behind Joker—as he’d requested.
“Go, go, go!” the lieutenant called out. “Alternative team, stand by.”
“Charge is off. Pull it, pull it!”
“We’re inside! APD, don’t move! Drop your weapons!”
The radio was ablaze with commands. Once the team was inside, the hail of gunfire and explosions were all they could hear as chaos erupted.
“Alt team, go, go, go!”
God and Day had their guns raised as they swiftly moved across the parking lot, their pace in perfect sync.
The battering ram was used to burst open the side doors, and it was as if every dealer inside had planned on using that door to escape because they got ambushed immediately after the breach.
The building was already saturated with flying dust and the acrid stench of gunpowder.
Gunshots rang out, flying at them as they moved side by side. He and Day dove behind a stack of crates and came out from behind as Day surprised a suspect with a swift punch, then a gut shot, before he took him down to the ground.