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)
Wes gritted his teeth. He was so fucking tired of being the sidekick in Law’s redemption story.
If Law had waited two goddamn seconds, he’d have known he was just weighing the risks of all this. He’d have known that his silence wasn’t cowardice, it was caution.
Never once did he tell Law he was too afraid to go back in the field, or that he wouldn’t be by his side if they did.
But like always, Law had steamrolled over him, convincing himself that he needed saving.
Law added, “I’ve got new tech. New gear. I’ll be better prepared.”
“Were you sent to shut us down?” the captain asked Inspector Joshi, ignoring Law.
Joshi gave a small smile. “I’m here to observe. That’s all…for now.”
The captain faced Hart. “It’s up to you. You’re the one who polices God. What do you say?”
The room was quiet and still as everyone stared at Hart.
The big SWAT captain locked eyes with God from across the room before he gave a single nod.
Law grinned as if he’d won.
Wes sat back in his chair, arms crossed, lips tight, and stomach twisting.
He wasn’t sure when he was going to get off this merry-go-round with Law once and for all.
Lawson (Law) Sheppard
God and Day stormed out of the room and went in opposite directions. Inspector Joshi turned to Syn and said in an easy, clipped voice, “I’d like to see you in my office, Sergeant.”
Syn’s expression was unreadable as always.
The captain stared at them for a long moment.
“I hope you two are sure about this because God plays in the big leagues. The men he chases…they all know him, fear him, despise him. And when they see him coming, they do like y’all did. They go into fight or flight. And ten times outta ten, they choose to fight.”
Law swallowed a lump of dread that hit the bottom of his stomach like a brick.
“You may be the shit in Hollywood, but now you’ve seen that none of this is scripted. It’s real life. You both signed waivers, so there’s no crying to a lawyer if something happens.” He paused to let that sink in before he jerked his chin toward the door. “Go.”
They exited the room together, shoulders brushing.
Wes’s obvious outrage was radiating off him in waves, his presence behind him like flames licking up his spine.
Here we go.
So what else is new?
They fought.
Then they made love as if the world was coming to an end.
Then they fought again.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Law was well familiar with the cycle.
He also knew this might be his last shot—felt it down to his marrow—so Wes would just have to be pissed.
He’d decided what was best for Wes again, talked over him, cut him off, answered for both of them as though they were some kind of combined identity.
But he’d done it because of what’d happened last night…or what hadn’t happened last night.
Wes hadn’t said “I love you too.”
Law confessed it so many times. Voice raw, body aching, soul split wide open, and Wes met it all with silence. Tenderness, sure. Passion, yes. But no vow. No whispers of forever. No, “I’ll never leave you, Law, no matter what.”
And fuck if Law hadn’t needed that.
Because when he got scared—really scared—that he might lose Wes, he did what Wes hated most.
He got reckless. He made decisions that yanked both of them into serious shit.
Law shoved his hands into his pockets as they made their way down the hallway. He could hear Wes grinding the hell out of his teeth.
He didn’t apologize. Didn’t defend. He already knew the verdict.
Unforgivable and guilty.
Yet, he didn’t regret it.
God had said something in that room that Law clung to like a lifeline.
Just one more chance.
That was all Law needed too.
One more shot to get it right.
Just one perfect execution of this last warrant, but he couldn’t do it if Wes was in that kind of danger. He’d gotten them into this. He’d get Wes out.
He’d always toed the line, but last night had been too damn close for comfort.
Law would help the team stay invisible in the field, and Wes could help with designing and readying the other prototypes.
And in return, God would restore them to glory and get them back in good standing with LA execs.
He’d heard about the crazy pull God had with city officials all over the country.
Once the raid made national news, directors would be fighting over them. Throwing money their way, flying them out to sets, and treating them like they were geniuses again.
If he could help Wes get his life back—the one he loved—maybe he’d love him too.
Really love him. A love full of trust, loyalty, respect…and never-ending.
It was a gamble. But Law had never been afraid of high stakes.
He’d take the chance—even if it meant Wes stayed mad at him for weeks—because if the reason his heart beat, died, it’d be far worse.