Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 89928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Here Comes Trouble (Nothing Special #3) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | A.E. Via |
| Language: | English |
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Detectives Mark Ruxsberg and Chris Green are very good at their jobs. Being the enforcers for God and Day's notorious Atlanta PD Narcotics Task Force causes the crazy duo to get into more trouble than they can often get out of. The pair never misses out on an opportunity to drive their Lieutenants crazy with their dangerous, reckless, and costly stunts, landing them in the hot seat in front God... often. Ruxs and Green love their jobs and they don't mind the very demanding schedule that leaves them little time for socializing or dating. It was fine with them, they enjoyed hanging out with each other anyway. However, most of the men in their close circle of friends and colleagues are pairing off and settling down. God has Day, Ro has Johnson, and their Sergeant Syn has Furious. For the past several years, Ruxs has only sought out the advice and company of one person, his partner and best friend Green, and vice versa. Both of these alpha males are presumed straight, but neither can deny the heat that's building in their once 'just friends' relationship | |
| Books in Series: | Nothing Special Series by A.E. Via |
| Books by Author: | A.E. Via Books |
“Ruxs watch out for the — Oh shit!” Damn. Not another cyclist. Green floored his huge RAM2500, barreling around the corner of Marrietta Street, keeping a close eye on his partner as he chased down one of their informants. He couldn’t jump the curb onto the sidewalk to cut off the chase because there were too many pedestrians. Ruxs needed to get the bastard to turn off of the street into one of the many deserted alleys. Green divided his attention between maneuvering through the thick mid-afternoon traffic and not losing his partner. The engine roared as he went around a slow-ass Buick and flew through another red light, just lightly clipping the back end of a MARTA bus. Oops. Thought I cleared that. Fuck.
He saw Ruxs double his efforts, landing a hard slap to the informant’s shoulder that sent him flying into an old lady, knocking her bags out of her hand. Green thought Ruxs had him but the fucker shimmied out of his coat, taking off again, cutting in between an office building and a parking garage. Green couldn’t get over to turn and follow him down the small street. He gunned it, turning onto Cone Street instead. He’d cut him off at the other end. He blared his horn. Traffic was at a complete stop waiting on the light to turn. Fuck it. He cut the corner of the sidewalk, sending a metal trashcan flying up into the air. At least there were no people on the sidewalk this time. He was almost to the exit of the alley when he saw bright blue and red lights come up fast behind him blasting its siren. He ignored it, swerved over two lanes, and put the front end of his truck into the narrow opening of the alley. If their informant hadn’t had his head turned to check how close Ruxs was getting, he would’ve seen Green’s truck coming and avoided slamming into the front of it. That had to hurt.
Green was out of the truck, coming around the front end just as Ruxs was picking up their man and throwing him back against the hood.
“Do you have to do that? I mean there’s a Dumpster right there.” Green frowned at his partner. “Look at that dent, man.”
“Shut up, Green.” Ruxs huffed.
Green smiled teasingly, he knew how much Ruxs hated doing the chasing. He stood there with his arms crossed over his broad chest watching their informant, doubled over from the pain of hitting his truck and out of breath from running the last ten minutes.
The police car’s tires squealed to a stop right next to the back end of Green’s truck. They both turned when the young cop jumped out, yelling at them to raise their hands above their heads. The cop finally got a good look at them and rolled his eyes, lowering his weapon. “Ruxs, Green, should’ve fuckin’ known.”
“What’s up Michaels?” Green shook the officer’s hand. He was one of the few uniforms that actually liked the guys on their task force. One of the few who went out of his way to speak to them or offer up any help.
“What’cha guys got there?” Michaels’ eyebrows rose up in question when he looked at the disheveled junkie that was trying to ease around Green’s truck until Ruxs pushed him back against the side of the building.
“You better go, Michaels.” Green looked at him seriously. There was no way he was going to talk to their informant using their not so professional tactics in front of another officer.
Michaels’ blue eyes cast down as he fidgeted with his fingers. “Uhh. Yeah okay. Hey Green, did you get to talk to God about any openings he may have coming up on the task force soon?”
Green suppressed his sigh. There was no way Michaels would make it on their task force. The guy was too nice and too easy going. He didn’t have a harsh or cruel bone in him. You had to have pretty tough skin to take what their lieutenants dished out… daily.
Green could see his partner gearing up to say exactly what he’d been thinking but spoke up before Ruxs could crush the handsome guy. “Not yet. I’ll talk to him real soon, okay.”
Michaels beamed a megawatt smile and walked quickly back to his squad car. Green noticed how tight Michaels’ uniform was over his thighs and ass. He chuckled to himself and shook his head sadly as Michaels gave him a friendly wave, his uniform sleeves practically cutting off circulation to his large biceps. He was just like so many others officers on the Atlanta police force. Wanted to work for God and Day.
“Why are you stringing him along? You know damn well he ain’t getting in.” Ruxs took off his black leather coat and tossed it inside the open passenger side window after he’d handcuffed their informant to the Dumpster.