Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 114577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“What kind of sting?” Quick’s deep voice cut in. He was inspecting JayBoy. He didn’t appear stable enough to pull off a sting. Not by the way he was scratching at his skin and twitching impatiently. “We’re taking him in.”
“The hell you are! Leave. Now!” A thunderous voice boomed from inside the detective’s vehicle.
Duke groaned as if he recognized the voice. Quick cringed like he didn’t want to hear the voice. Brian just stood and listened, wanting to hear more of the voice. Now, who the hell is this guy? Whoever, he was, he was someone everyone listened to.
The one who called himself Tech went to the door and pulled out the large, portable radio and set it on the hood. The deep rumble of the man’s tone boomed through the speaker, vibrating the hood of the car. The threat was real, it was disturbing, and it weighed down on them as if he was really there. Brian swallowed, studying the men he’d just faced off against. They were foot soldiers. Duke was on the horn with their leader.
“I think your name has finally gone to your head, God,” Duke grumbled, rubbing his forehead. “Where are you?”
“Nowhere near you, that’s all you should worry about,” the deep voice said, getting right to business as if he had zero time for pleasantries. “Leave my informant right where he is. Take your men and go.”
“Great compromise, God,” Duke laughed. “I got a revoked bond in my hand and every right to take him. What do you have? Four greedy detectives that want to use an addict for their lieutenant’s own gain.”
There was scuffling on the other end, then another voice. “I’m sorry. Are you taking him to the fuckin’ Betty Ford Center, Duke? Or are you taking him to jail so you can get your bounty back?” A sarcastic voice cut in, making the detectives smirk. “Exactly.”
Duke frowned at the radio, he looked at Ruxs and the hot detective shrugged and murmured, “Day.”
Duke nodded knowingly. “Of course. God’s partner.”
“Duke. You owe me one and you know it,” God barked. “Let him just answer the goddamn door, and my guys will be right there to make sure nothing happens. Then he’s all yours.”
Brian scoffed, remembering how he’d tossed the kid around in his apartment and no one had swarmed in and helped. If the detectives were undercover then they still should’ve done something to protect JayBoy better and protected their identities second.
“Playing that card already.” Duke looked at his guys, then down at JayBoy. “Okay, Godfrey. I’ll hold off. But my lieutenant stays to observe. When your op is done, Jay goes with him. Deal?”
“Don’t I have a say?” JayBoy muttered.
“No!” Duke and God yelled at the same time.
“After he makes the call and answers the door, Duke, you can take him down then.” God continued in a louder tone, “Jay, I’ll let the prosecutor know you cooperated and she’ll give you your plea deal.” God ordered his guys back into position, then he was gone. No goodbye, have a nice day… nothing.
“So, we get to keep the badass,” Ruxs grinned at Brian. “Not too many people get the drop on Steele. Mr. Recon himself.”
Brian’s façade dropped along with his jaw. Force Recon. That motherfucker wasn’t just a Marine. He was a crazy sonofabitch!
“Who got the drop on Steele?!” Day’s annoying voice blasted through the radio, again. “Ask him if he wants a job!”
“He’s got a job already,” Duke growled and lowered the volume to zero on the radio while he went to his own men and gave his instructions.
Duke told Quick to stay and oversee the sting and ensure JayBoy was safe. Ford drove Brian to the hospital and Dana drove Brian’s car behind them.
I really need a vacation now. Brian held the bloody rag on his forehead, a slight smile tugging on his lips. His brother might be pissed and brooding but Brian was still wired and high from the fight. He’d unknowingly gone up against a Force Recon Marine. Shit! And, he’d bested him. So, oo-fucking-rah that. Brian wondered for a moment if he’d have still gotten the best of him if ‘hot Poindexter’ hadn’t distracted him. Brian didn’t know, but it would’ve been one helluva fight finding out. One he would’ve relished the rest of his life—still would. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. His unicorn.
Delta Force versus Force Recon.
Brian leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He’d done his team proud. His mind was at peace. His mind went to Sway.
“You about to go home, Sway?” His patient asked while she flipped through one boring television show after another. She was such a sweet lady and she adored all of the nurses working the trial, but she always lit up when Sway came in to check on her and to see how her assigned nurse was treating her.