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)
Professional manicured lawns, towering pine and magnolia trees, and six-hundred-thousand-dollar homes that shone like platinum jewels in the dark, lined the winding streets.
“Oh, is this what you prefer, Leo?” he snarled under his breath. “I don’t make enough money for you anymore. Our fuckin’ house ain’t big enough now.”
Hart let out a long sigh.
As they flew up the street, God’s headlights swept across the driveways.
There it was.
Day’s black Mustang parked in front of a huge brick house with elegant stone columns and mahogany double front door with large glass panels.
Hart tried again. “Cash, just talk to him first. Don’t—”
God was already out of his truck.
Ruxs came up to him. “What the fuck is goin’ on, G?”
God pointed at the house. “This is where the man lives, Leo’s cheatin’ on me with.”
“Oh hell fuckin’ no!” Ruxs shouted.
He and Green stormed back to their truck and returned a moment later, gripping steel baseball bats, and Ruxs toting a 5-gallon can of gasoline in his other hand.
Hart gaped at them. “Have you two lost your fuckin minds!?”
Steele and Tech leaned against Tech’s tricked-out truck, watching the scene like judges at a talent show.
Tech pfft’d, “I don’t believe for a second Day is cheatin.”
Steele took long drag of his cigar before he asked, “where’d you hear this bullshit, God?”
“Vasquez showed me a video.”
Tech scoffed. “That’s all the reason I need. I don’t believe it.”
“I saw it with my own eyes!” God barked.
Tech glared at him. “We’re talking about Vasquez. If his mouth is moving, he’s lying. Period.”
“I’m done talkin’,” God said, stalking up the long cobblestone path with Hart jogging warily beside him.
Hart gritted, “Knock. Do not—”
“I’m gonna knock real soft and politely,” he smirked.
Ruxs fell in step beside him. “After we beat the hell outta this dude—”
“We’re gonna raid his fridge,” Green finished. “Rich people always have the good stuff. Fancy cheeses and Genoa salami, shit like that.”
“Definitely some Wagyu steaks,” Ruxs added.
Hart groaned. “You two get dumber by the second.”
Before Hart could get in front of him, God bent and grabbed a huge stone from the garden and hurled it through the glass doors.
The crash was deafening.
Ruxs and Green barreled inside, bats up and ready to swing.
Steele and Tech took up positions at the doorway, silent and cool, keeping watch on the street.
“Cash! What the fuck are you doing!” Hart shouted. “Did you forget you’re a cop?”
God couldn’t hear his friend’s reasoning over the ringing in his ears as he charged into the fancy foyer.
Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead, the brilliant lighting making his head hurt even worse.
Green smashed his bat into a giant vase, sending water and blooms cascading across the marble floor before he flipped it around like a pro MLB player and slammed it into the crystal figurines on an inlaid shelf.
Ruxs kicked a large table over, roaring like a Viking pillaging a village.
Hart grabbed Ruxs by the arm. “Knock it the fuck off!”
But Hart should know by now, once those guys turned on, nothing could turn them off. There was no stopping a battering ram mid-swing.
God didn’t care if they burned this motherfucker to the ground…after he got his husband out.
Day suddenly appeared around the corner, weapon drawn, hazel eyes as wide as saucers.
“Cash!” he shouted. “What the hell are you doing?”
God didn’t stop until he was nose-to-nose with his husband.
Behind Day, a group of about a dozen men were crouched behind a long table loaded with fancy foods and top-shelf liquor.
God locked eyes on the man from the video, standing on the other side of the room, looking sexy and terrified.
God lunged toward him, but Hart caught him in the crook of his arm.
Day got in between them, shoving God’s chest with his free hand. “Stop it! What the hell is this?”
God was panting, fury trembling through every muscle. “This the motherfucker you been sneakin’ around with!”
Day blinked up at him in absolute horror. “Jesus Christ, Cash. This is a husband’s support group! Look around.”
The men started to slowly stand back up, some of them clutching their chest in obvious relief.
Ruxs squinted. “Is this some kinda classy orgy?”
Green leaned closer, whispering, “I think it’s a circle jerk for like, rich guys.”
Day barked, “It’s a support group, dumbasses! Callum’s the organizer. His husband is in the guest house!”
Ruxs grimaced. “Oh.”
Green cleared his throat. “Our bad.”
Ruxs pointed over his shoulder. “Yeah…uh…we’ll pay for all of that.”
Day spun on them, eyes blazing. “You can’t fuckin’ afford it, idiots!”
God stood there, chest rising and falling like a bull about to charge, his glare still focused on the man who’d embraced and kissed his husband before ushering him into his shiny car.
Meanwhile, Ruxs and Green made a beeline toward the buffet table.
Ruxs picked up a chunk of soft cheese and bit into it. “Mmm, is this Brie?”
Day slapped it out of his hand. “Are you two fuckin’ serious right now?!”