Here Comes Trouble Read Online A.E. Via (Nothing Special #3)

Categories Genre: Action, Chick Lit, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Nothing Special Series by A.E. Via
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 89928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
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God leveled a hard look at them that had him and Green both yanking their boots off their desk and sitting up straight. God’s long hair was pulled back in its usual tight ponytail. His gold badge hung from his neck sitting right between his two holstered chrome and gold Desert Eagles. His green eyes gleamed with fury. Fuck, he was really mad. He pointed at them while closing the large distance between them in five long strides.

“You two. What’s your fuckin’ job titles?” God’s voice was deep and when he yelled, it sounded like thunder. “Speak the fuck up! What’s your job title?”

Ruxs mumbled, “Tactical extract —”

God slammed his huge hands on their desk before Ruxs could finish, sending a few papers flying onto the floor. “That’s right! Tactical Extraction Specialist!” God’s voice boomed in his deep Southern accent as he towered over them and Ruxs felt extremely uncomfortable sitting there. He wasn’t in danger per se. God would never put his hands on anyone, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t invoke fear. He continued. “What’s your fuckin’ job description?”

Ruxs and Green looked back and forth between each other. It was a bullshit title along with a bullshit job description. Everyone knew it. God and Day made it up so that Ruxs and Green could get on the task force. The only skill they’d mastered was hand-to-hand combat. They weren’t IT, special weapons, demolitions, or psych, like Ro and Day. Their specialty was beating the shit out of people. That kept God from having to be on the streets all the time. He’d send them to do the extractions. Drug dealers and addicts didn’t always come willingly. They were good at it. But their positions still had to be justified – taxpayers’ dollars well spent and all that crap.

“Tactical! Tactical!” God shouted. “Means carefully planned, so that it’s done with subtlety and finesse.” God yanked the file that was in Day’s hand and opened it. “Not running through the streets like a crazy person! Barreling over a man on a bike and almost killing him. Slamming into a city bus full of people. Damn near killing an old lady! And for what? For some strung-out, unreliable crack head informant! Goddamnit!”

Day stepped closer and put a calming hand on God’s back. The man looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel. Ruxs and Green had been in the hot seat so many times that they no longer bothered to argue. They just let their LTs have their rant, then they went back out on the streets. Because honestly, out of the twenty men on their task force they were the ones that secured the information, so without them there wouldn’t be shit to bust.

“Come on guys. You know it ain’t easy chasing a damn crack head. I don’t know where the fuck they get that damn speed from. Shit.” Green shrugged.

Ruxs heard a deep chuckle come from the door. Syn walked in looking amused at their conversation. Their sergeant was one of the most laid back but somehow ridiculously stern guys he’d ever met. He had no problem handling the task force with a demanding ease. He was their lieutenants’ right hand man and a badass himself. Everyone’s attention turned back to God when he yelled out again.

“Thirty-thousand goddamn dollars. That’s how much you dumb fucks just cost my department.” God slammed the file on their desk and looked at them with an angry, glowing green stare. “It better be fuckin’ worth it. Speak!”

Ruxs didn’t hesitate. He knew what they had was going to really pique God and Day’s interest. “Chainz is getting ready to bring in some serious weight in the next few weeks. He’s dealing with some foreign contacts that will be accompanying the shipment.”

Green sat up closer, finishing Ruxs thought.

“Get this shit. He’s bringing it to Clev Ave., thinking there won’t be any heat watching those houses.”

Ruxs was shaking his head, knowing that God’s ire was settling fast at the thought of making that kind of a huge bust. Finally taking down one of the major drug kings in Atlanta and a few potential foreign drug smugglers. Fuck yeah. This would make National news.

“How sure do you think this informant was?” Syn asked.

Ruxs spoke confidently. “He looked shook. Said that the neighborhood wasn’t feeling this type of activity. It’s like they want Chainz to get stopped on this one. Tommy Tee looked dead serious when he told us. Said that a few of Chainz’s main carriers been trying to pull back on this deal… like they didn’t want to be a part of it.”

God was stroking his goatee and looking at Day – doing that silent talking shit that they always did. Day shook his head yes as if God had actually spoken and turned to Syn. “Syn get on that. Let’s see what pans out.” God and Day walked out of the office, more than likely going to run this by the captain.



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