Kindle Notes & Highlights
“I had to leave you, Wes. We couldn’t let anyone find out the truth, and you know it.” Law sighed. Wes didn’t look up, remaining focused on his lighter. “Look at me, dammit. You had to know that was the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make. I made it for both of us.”
One stood to the left, all calm swagger and quiet authority. Dirty-blond hair, hazel eyes, and a similar badge to the brick
wall standing over him. He wore a grin as if he enjoyed being in this room. The other leaned against the wall near the door and opened a thick file in his hand, his dark eyes quickly scanning the contents. He wore all black, making the badge on his hip a startling contrast to his dark aura. He had a strong but lithe body and a jaw like granite.
Because I’d love to know the man whose dick is almost in my mouth. Do you have a name, or should I call you ass-wrecker?” “Fuckin’ hell, Law,” Wes grumbled a second before the handsome dirty-blond let out a quick laugh.
“You can call me God.” Law’s mouth dropped open. “Is that a metaphor, a delusion, or are you telling me to say my prayers because I’m fucked?”
“His name is Lieutenant Godfrey, dipshit, so yes, he’s called God, for short. And this is his partner, Lieutenant Day. I’m Sergeant Syndney…Syn…for short,” he sneered.
“Fuckin’ hell, Leo. Can we please not get an inappropriate comment complaint for just one damn day?” “I’ll do my best,” Day deadpanned.
What the hell kind of police department is this?
“The next time you threaten to leave me, I’ll put you on your back in front of the whole damn task force and fuck you until you literally can’t walk away if you tried.”
“I see somebody forgot there are cameras in the review room,” someone said through an intercom.
“I said out!” Free snapped, his slight British lilt making the command sound twice as menacing. “Before I reroute your paychecks to Day’s Pornhub account.”
The hurt on his face when God declined ninety-nine percent of the things he wanted to do.
All of them paying attention and taking care of their men…except me.
God stood there, silent, fists clenching and unclenching, still staring at Day, trying to figure out what the fuck he’d just done…and how the hell he was supposed to explain it.
