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)
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, Gen. I just know they grew up in Atlanta and came back here after they—”
“I know, I know. It’s fuckin’ awesome they’re both from Atlanta. They grew up together, went to school together, then ended up in Hollywood together. But the real question is, how the hell did they end up working for you? Did they join the police academy when they left LA?”
“Um, to be honest…they saved my life.”
“I was in the car too, y’know,” Day said under his breath, but not low enough that he didn’t hear him.
Before God could respond, Gen kept rambling.
“What?! How? When? You were almost killed and didn’t tell me.”
“You know I don’t do that. I don’t want you or Mom worrying all the time.”
“Just tell me what happened, Cash.”
“Instead of me retelling one of the scariest moments of my life, I’ll just have Free send you the footage.”
“Never mind, I don’t wanna see it.”
“Like I thought.”
“And so, what…? You saw that Wes and Law are fuckin’ badasses and told them to join your insanely dangerous narcotics task force, and they said yes.”
“Kinda sorta. I may have given them an offer they couldn’t refuse…more so weren’t allowed to refuse.”
Genesis pfftd. “I don’t know how the hell you always get what you want, no matter how impossible it is.”
“I’m fighting a meth war, and the opposition are chemists… I need two men who understand that language and can show us how to fight back. And yeah, them being a little bit crazy helps.”
“Curtis and I just rewatched Fallout Horizon last night. You seriously don’t know any of their movies? Terminal Velocity was epic, Cash.”
“I don’t get much time to go to the movies, Gen.”
“Tell me about it,” Day muttered as he yanked his dish towel off his shoulder.
God frowned.
“You don’t know what you’re missing,” Gen said. “There’s a ton of video clips on YouTube and IG of them doing some awesome shit. You should Google them.”
“I got all the information I needed from their jackets, bro. They have no felonies, so that’s all I need to know about them.”
“Uhhhh, I don’t think you know what kinda characters you’ve recruited, Cash,” Gen sang. “Trouble clings to these guys like flies to shit. Do you really need a Ruxs-and-Green couple times ten added to your already stressful life? This could blow up in your face…literally.”
“Thanks for that vote of confidence. Let’s hope I don’t have to keep them long.”
“Before they leave, you gotta let me meet them. For real. They’re geniuses. The explosive effects they did in Heat Check set an all-new bar. There’s this alley scene in there—”
“Gen, I’m getting a headache.”
“Okay, well, you and Day should have a movie night and binge their stuff.”
“I’ll be asleep before the opening scene starts.”
“He’s not lying,” Day said on his way past to put their plates on the table.
God didn’t know what was up with Day’s attitude. He’d been murmuring shit under his breath since they’d left the office.
“Hi, Leo!” Gen called out.
“Hey, Gen. Tell Curtis I said hi.”
“He’s working late tonight, but I have a surprise for him. I got us tickets to this midnight Medieval Times dinner and tournament he’s been wanting to see.”
God grabbed a beer out of the fridge and sat at the table across from Day, who’d already started eating.
“Don’t you have to work early?”
“Yeah,” Gen sighed. “But it’s worth the lack of sleep to make him happy.”
“That’s very selfless of you, Genesis. I’m sure Curtis appreciates that,” Day glared at him.
“Gen, I gotta go,” he growled.
“Wait, wait, can you get me an autograph if I send a poster to—”
God hung up.
He stared at his husband for a long moment, but now he was purposefully not looking in his direction.
“Something on your mind, Leo?” he asked, loading a mound of noodles on his fork.
“Nope.”
God shook his head as Day stabbed at a meatball.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if Gen and Curtis are in their car driving this way by morning.” He grinned, trying to warm the cold shoulder he was getting. “Because I’m not about to ask Law and Wes for a damn autograph.”
“If that’s what Gen wants, I’m sure Curtis will do it.”
God paused, chewing slowly. “Mm-hmm.”
Day took a long sip of his red wine, his gaze focused on his plate.
God blew out a frustrated breath and leaned back in his chair.
“What, Leo? Just say it. You know I can’t stand that passive-aggressive shit.”
Day dropped his fork with a loud clink against his plate.
“Fine, I’ll say it. It’s a Friday night, Cash, and we’re sitting here eating spaghetti and meatballs like we live in a retirement village.”
“What is it you wanna do?”
“Free and Hart invited us to dinner at that drag show downtown, and you answered no for both of us without even asking if I wanted to go.”