Nothing Special (Nothing Special 1) - Page 3

Day dropped down to the pavement and winced again at his aching knees.

“There’s no way those idiots could bring that kind of weight into the city on their own, God. We’re getting closer to the kingpin… I can feel it.”

“Well let someone else feel it, princess. Long as we get the drugs off the streets, I’m good,” God replied, and aimed the key fob toward his truck, activating the alarm.

Godfrey—or as Day and most of the force liked to call him, God—fell in line with his partner and strolled through the precinct’s bull pen like they hadn’t a care in the world. But Day knew they’d fucked up. They should’ve had backup when going in to make that kind of arrest, but their snitch had lied to them about how many dealers worked out of that house. Although he and God were able to take four of them into custody, three others had gotten away… and there was a little gunfire in there too.

God’s tight black T-shirt clung to his body while his gold detective’s badge, which hung from a sterling-silver link chain around his neck, swayed methodically as he walked. His dark denim jeans fit snuggly but comfortably. His gun holsters held his Desert Eagle on one side and his 9mm handgun on the other. His thigh-length black leather coat barely concealed the large firearms or the six-inch serrated blade with the pearl-handle grip secured under his left arm.

Day was about five inches shorter than him, but they complimented each other perfectly. Day was quick, witty, smart, skilled, and very dangerous. He’d graduated at the top of his academy class and already had commendations for marksmanship. It’d only taken four years for him to make detective and after overseeing several of the city’s most successful drug busts along with God, both were promoted to the Tactical Narcotics Team. God and Day were known on the street, they were respected, revered even. When drug kings saw them busting through their front door… they knew their reign was over.

Everyone also knew Day was gay and out, but ever since that first day in the conference room when God choked Ronowski without a second thought, no one bothered Day about it, because no one wanted to face the wrath of God.

“So we hear you two busted up that cartel over on 33rd street.” Detective Seasel strolled up beside God as he sat at his desk with his boots propped up on the edge. Day was perched on the corner, looking down at his partner, silently communicating with him like always.

“That’s right, sweetheart, another righteous bust for us,” Day bragged. He looked around Seasel to her partner, whose electrifying blue eyes were shooting daggers at both of them. “You got a problem with that, Ronowski? You look like you're dying to get something off your chest.”

“I don’t have a goddamn word to say to you, Day. Come on, Vikki, let’s get out of here, we have a planning session to get to. Unlike you fuckups, there are some of us who believe in working as a team to get the job done right.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Day shook his head sadly and sucked his teeth at the angry man. “Mad because we didn’t invite you to come along, Ronowski?”

Ronowski gritted his teeth. “What-the-fuck-ever. This unit is about working as a team. Every time you jackasses go off half-cocked, someone has to come behind you and clean up your fucking mess.” The detective fumed.

God just shook his head watching the angry exchange. There was no love lost between Day and Ronowski, obviously. Ronowski’s partner, Vikki Seasel, was cool though. She was a pretty woman with an even hotter body. She had plump lips and long sandy-brown hair that she kept pulled into a tight ponytail at the base of her neck. Her warm brown eyes were beautiful and although she was tough as nails, she knew how to bat her eyes to throw a suspect off during an interrogation. Her hips were nicely proportionate to her small waistline, and Day didn’t miss God’s lustful stare whenever she approached.

“All right, let’s go, Ro. I’ll see you guys later.” She gave God an extra-long stare before turning and following her partner through the bull pen.

Day waited until they were almost to the other side of the room before standing up.

“So, Ronowski, same time as last night… my place, right? I bought the extra large condoms this time, so we don’t have that little problem again,” Day yelled for all to hear.

Ronowski spun around, his face a bright shade of red and Day thought the man was going to burst a blood vessel in his neck.

“Fuck you, Day!” Ronowski yelled back at him, his fist clenched at his side.

“So you want to do me this time? That’s cool; I’ll let that tight ass of yours have a break tonight.” Day feigned confusion before adding, “I guess we won’t need those extra large condoms after all, huh?”

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