Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 105667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
God growled again and he saw a shadow of fear ghost over Hansen’s sweaty face.
“If you kill that man, I swear on everything that is holy, I will track you to the ends of the earth, killing and destroying everything you hold dear. I will take everything from you and leave you alive to suffer through it. I will bestow upon you the same misery that you inflicted on me.”
Hansen shook his head and inched closer to the door behind him.
“Stay back,” he yelled again, but this time the demand lacked the bravado he'd exhibited before.
“You kill that man, and you have no idea the monster you will create. Have you ever met a man with no heart… no conscience… no soul… no purpose?” God rumbled, his voice octaves lower than his already deep baritone.
God yanked his Desert Eagle from his holster in a flash and cocked the hammer back, chambering the first round. Hansen stumbled back again, his eyes gone wide with fear.
God instinctively tensed every muscle in his body and it felt like the large vein in his neck might rupture. His body burned as it had at the height of his pneumonia and he knew his wrath had him turning a brilliant shade of red.
“I’m asking you a goddamn question, Hansen! No soul! No conscience! I’m asking you if you've ever met the devil!” God’s thunderous voice practically rattled the glass in the hangar windows.
“If you kill the man I love, you better make your peace with God, because I’m gonna meet your soul in hell.” His voice boomed.
God slowly raised his gun and aimed it at that bastard’s forehead, but God knew he wasn’t going to have to take the shot.
Hansen took one final step backward and as soon as his heel landed, a single loud pop rang out in the silence. A split second later Hansen’s head jerked back from the impact of the bullet lodged in his skull.
God had talked him back far enough that he was within visibility of the sharp shooters.
God caught Day’s falling body before he was able to hit the floor. He dropped to his knees with his lover in his arms and held him close.
“Breathe, Leo.” God coaxed while rubbing Day’s cheek. He felt Day take in a few quick breaths before he opened his eyes and stared up at him.
God closed his eyes and pressed their foreheads together, not wanting to see what Day was saying.
“If he had killed you, I would’ve swallowed my own gun. There’s no life without you,” God whispered just for Day to hear. He felt Day grab onto his neck, holding him close.
“Let the paramedics take a look at him, Detective Godfrey.”
God raised his head at his captain’s order and slowly lowered Day’s head while he moved back to let them tend to his partner. God watched them closely while they took a few quick vitals before placing him on the stretcher. One of them turned to look at God and his captain. God stepped forward.
“His blood pressure’s high and pulse is erratic, so we're going to take him to the hospital to be monitored. He’ll be at St. Mary’s.”
“I’m riding with him,” God demanded.
“I’m sorry sir, but regulations don’t allow that.” The thin guy answered him as the other paramedic wheeled his man away.
God bared his teeth right before he felt a hand come down hard on his shoulder.
“Let them do their jobs, because you still have one to do too, Detective. Is that going to be a problem?” His captain leveled a hard stare on him.
God paused for a second, then gave a quick jerk of his head and turned in the opposite direction that his love had gone. God walked through the hangar aware of the many eyes that were on him. He just wanted to finish his job so he could go home.
A Truths
God was staring blankly at the forms laid out on his desk. How the fuck was he supposed to do paperwork right now, when all he could think about was Day? The empty chair directly across from him didn’t help.
He almost felt like a kid being scolded by his teacher. “You can go out to play as soon as you finish your classwork.”
Several officers had stopped by to ask about Day, all of them avoided mentioning God’s psychotic threats against the kingpin. Hell, if his coworkers weren’t afraid of him before then, they sure as fuck were now.
Day had called him as soon as the doctor left his room and told him that Jaxson was already there and would take him home soon. He asked God to be home when he got there and God was not going to disappoint him. He drowned out the whispers and stares in his direction and focused on completing his paperwork.