Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 82187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Law sucked in a shuddering breath, blinking at the man who was writhing and screaming on the ground.
The officer who’d fired the shot stared at the dying criminal with ice-cold eyes as he lowered his weapon.
The rest of the armed men dropped their guns as the officers swarmed them, pinning them to the ground and kicking their weapons away.
Three other officers sprayed the dry chemical powder from their extinguishers across the SUV, still ablaze and almost fully engulfed.
Law figured the only reason it wasn’t already consumed was because it was a reinforced police vehicle.
Law’s stomach turned at the stench of ammonia-like chemicals and melting rubber. He could almost taste it on his tongue.
“It’s not working,” the man panicked while shielding his eyes. He slammed his palm over his ear as if he was trying to block out the shouts of the men trapped inside. “Where’s the goddamn fire department, Free?”
“Where the hell are you?” Law glanced around. “Wes!”
Wes crept up beside him, extinguisher tucked tight in his shaking hands.
“It’s clear. Let’s go,” Law panted.
They both ran toward the driver’s side window and saw two silhouettes inside—a giant man behind the wheel pounding on the dashboard and a second figure trying to shatter unbreakable glass with the butt of his firearm.
“Here. Let me.”
Wes pulled the trigger and opened fire on the SUV, blasting it with a thick white foam that coated the windshield and hood.
Sparks hissed and died under the chemical spray as the flames sputtered and surrendered, releasing a mushroom cloud of oily smoke.
Wes kept spraying until the can was empty.
Sirens wailed close, as red and blue lights flashed along the walls of the buildings.
“Jesus Christ,” Wes breathed, chest heaving and sweat dripping into his eyes. He turned toward the officers standing around, gawking. “I’m pretty sure those guys in the van were using a mix of lithium, some sort of acetone, and water to make that kind of explosion. You need an extinguisher with monoammonium phosphate to smother that flame.”
The giant man kicked open the SUV door—breathing like a caged rabid animal—and glared at him as if he was some kind of supernatural demon.
“Who the fuck are you two?” the man snarled.
Law blinked. “Uh…?”
Wes put his trembling hands up, backing away. “We were just passing through. Hope you guys are all right.”
Law realized his hands were shaking as well. “Yeah, we’ll be going now.”
“The hell you will,” the giant said. “Steele, Tech, bring ’em in.”
Law stared at the two men coming toward him.
One looked like the leader of a biker gang, and the other a supervisor for the Best Buy Geek Squad with a weapons obsession.
He glanced at Wes, instantly recognizing that glare in his narrowed eyes.
He’d fucked up already and gotten them back into trouble.
Fuck me.
Lawson (Law) Sheppard
The handcuffs bit into Law’s wrists with every minor twitch. This wasn’t the first time he’d been in an interrogation room and probably wouldn’t be the last.
But this one wasn’t in Hollywood, where the overhead lighting seemed to highlight one’s best features and avoided casting harsh shadows on the pristine gray walls. He remembered sitting at a polished table in a comfortable chair in front of a spotless one-way mirror and being monitored by a single camera built into the wall.
He didn’t even have to stay cuffed and had been offered name-brand coffee and bottled water.
But this was fucking Atlanta, where he was surrounded by sweat-stained walls and more protruding cameras than he could count. He stared at a smudged one-way mirror that practically bled testosterone from the other side, wondering how long the police were going to make them stew in their nerves.
Law sat back in the metal chair with his legs spread wide, shoulders low, and his arms pulled tight behind him, acting as if the position wasn’t killing his muscles.
Across from him, Wes sat coiled tight like a cobra.
The vein in his temple pulsed and that sexy mouth turned up in a fierce scowl as he shot sharp blades of grass at Law’s skull from his piercing green eyes.
“Don’t you dare fuckin’ grin at me, Law,” Wes snapped, his voice deep and angry. “You said we were just gonna see a movie and get some dinner tonight. Not play goddamn superheroes.”
Law gaped. “You’re fuckin blaming me for some gangstas staging a hit on a street I happened to park on.”
“You always drag me into your mess.”
“And like always, we handled it.” Law bit out. “Come on, Wes. We killed a blaze no fire crew could’ve touched and saved the lives of three police officers. We did a good thing.”
Wes’s glare could’ve sliced through titanium.
“We did nothing. Before I knew it, you were racing toward that damn truck, dodging bullets and shit. What was I supposed to do? Leave you. Run in the opposite direction like every other smart person was doing.”