Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 125248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
It's the end of an era. The most feared task force on the East Coast is taking its final bow.
God and Day’s notorious band of misfit detectives have spilled blood, broken rules, and found the kind of love fierce enough to survive gunfire. Now, every couple’s story comes full circle.
Where their battles have taken them, and where their hearts will lead them next.
The last mission is here…and it’s nothing short of explosive.
From Atlanta’s back alleys to Los Angeles’ glittering chaos, the bad boys you’ve loved will risk it all one last time before walking away—or all going down together.
They've fought dirty, and loved hard...and they'll end it their way
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Ruxs
Ruxs shifted his duffel higher on his shoulder and craned his neck, glaring at the endless maze of retractable belts and travelers clogging the TSA aisles at Atlanta International like inmates lining up for processing.
He tried to calm his annoyance with the thoughts of flying first class for the first time—wider leather seats, free drinks, and the relief of not having his knees crushed into the back of the chair in front of him.
Then he had another thought.
“With as much money as Wes and Law have, they could’ve chartered a private jet for us, don’t you think?”
He turned towards Green, expecting a grunt of agreement, but his partner— standing beside him in a black hoodie and dark jeans with his carry-on in one hand—gave him a flat stare.
But Tech never missed a chance to combat a valid complaint. “I think them flying us first class, and paying for four suites at the Luxford Beverly Hotel is more than generous.”
Day gulped the last of his coffee and shot him an annoyed glare. “Shut up and be grateful I even allowed your reckless asses to come.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Ruxs glanced around at the business suits, fussy toddlers, and tired travelers shuffling forward an inch at a time.
He growled at the zigzagging line again. “Why are we waiting in line when we have first class tickets? Can’t we go to the front or something?”
Tech gave him the kind of expression reserved for people who licked frozen light poles. “Seriously? Everyone has to go through TSA. First class tickets aren’t the same as Disneyland express passes.”
“Then how come Steele went right through?”
“Because,” Tech said, “he was smart enough to get PreCheck. I didn’t submit my application in time.”
Free thumbed nervously through his phone. “I hope I brought enough clothes, there’s so much I wanna do.”
“Don’t worry, I brought enough for both of us,” Tech smiled.
Free eyed Tech up and down. “Dressing like a prep-school chemistry professor isn’t really my style, Techy.”
Tech scowled as if he was insulted. “This vest happens to be Ralph Lauren and the bow tie is Hanauer, hand-stitched silk. You’d be lucky to wear this.”
“Then you need to wear a sign that says that because it looks like the same thing I see at the Men’s Warehouse downtown,” Ruxs laughed.
Free smiled sweetly, then leaned in and gave Tech a quick peck on the cheek. “But you wear it well.”
“Damn it,” Ruxs muttered, shifting his bag. “Can this line move any slower?”
Everyone turned and glared at him.
He glared right back. They were all thinking it but he was the only one frustrated enough to say it.
Free pulled out a worn, overhandled brochure. “Who’s going with me on the LA Grand Tour bus? I need to know how many tickets to get.”
“Not me,” Ruxs said without thought.
“Absolutely not,” Day added.
Green shook his head.
God didn’t even glance up from his phone.
Tech made a face. “Babe, none of us are interested in seeing Johnny Depp’s house or getting a glimpse of the Kardashian estate hidden behind twenty-foot trees.”
Free blinked. “But there’s other stuff too.” He held up the printout like an exhibit. “Let’s go to Rodeo Drive.”
“To stare at shit I can’t afford.” Tech shook his head.
“The Chinese Theatre?”
“Code for ‘get attacked by overzealous street performers.’”
“It also takes us on the Sunset Strip.”
“I’d go if I was looking for a prostitute. But I’m not.”
Free kept going. “At least let’s get a picture in front of the Hollywood sign.”
“From two hundred yards away.”
“Walk Venice Beach?”
“To feel sorry for all the homeless people.”
“The Santa Monica Pier?”
“I don’t fish.”
“It has rides too and the world’s only solar-powered Ferris wheel.”
“I’m not riding anything that was built over thirty years ago.”
Ruxs snorted as Tech and Free went back and forth. Even God’s mouth twitched, though he didn’t let it do much more.
Free sucked his teeth, glaring harder at the pamphlet with determination, “Oh. Griffith Park Observatory.”
Tech sighed. “Did you happen to pack thermal imaging goggles to see through the smog?”
“Of course not.”
“Then I’m not hiking an hour up a mountain to stare at a haze of air pollution.”