Nothing Special Read online A.E. Via (Nothing Special #1)

Categories Genre: Crime, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Nothing Special Series by A.E. Via
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Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 105667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
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“Your captain told me you were out sick, dude. What do you have, PMS?”

God wrinkled his brow at him. “What the fuck?”

“You got Penis Muscle Strain, man.” Grey cracked up laughing at his middle school level joke.

“Do you ever get tired of laughing, Joker?” God asked.

“Nope, never. It takes way more muscles to frown than to smile. I’m just conserving energy.”

God checked his place one final time. They’d gotten his bed, televisions, video games, dressers, and clothes. He left everything else. God knew he had to take everything all at once. Those thugs would break in the moment he left. If he would’ve stayed the night, they still would’ve come in to test him, since he’d already shown them he wasn’t one hundred percent. God wasn't coughing as much, but his body hurt like hell now after taking Genesis’s beating.

God tried not to think about Genesis and he really tried not to think about Day right then. He didn’t want the rookies to see his hurt.

“God!”

God jerked his head back around. “Yeah. You call me?”

“Yeah, like three times. Dude, you really need to get some rest. You look like shit. Go ahead to wherever you’re gonna lay your head, and I’ll get this stuff into my garage for now.”

“Thanks, Joker. I really appreciate it.” God gave him a one-armed hug.

“You sure you don’t want to bunk at my place? I’m sure Shelia wouldn’t mind. I got a spare bedroom.” Grey turned serious eyes on him to show he wasn’t kidding.

“No, I’m just going to check into a hotel.”

“You sure? Tomorrow’s sloppy-joe night.” He smiled.

God smirked. “I’m sure, besides I don’t want to bring any germs into your house.”

“All right, man. It’s an open invitation though,” Grey said. He got in the all black cruiser and rode off with his team.

God climbed in his truck and left the jungle.

I Want Him Back Too

Day used the garage opener to lift the door and coasted his Harley Sportster into the small space next to his SUV. He peeled his tired leg from over the seat and dragged his heavy body through the side entrance of his home. Day had ridden around for three hours after God had thrown him out like he was yesterday’s trash. It’d hurt him in a way that he never fathomed. He’d been caring for God's every need for two days, pretty much saved his life… and one mistake made, and God wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

Being partnered for four years, they’d had their share of disagreements, but nothing like this, and God had damn sure never put his hands on him in anger. Day didn’t want to, but his body wasn’t obeying his commands. He went straight to his room to plug in his cell phone that had died during his long ride. He had to see if God had called him. Day shucked his leather jacket and draped it over the La-Z-Boy in his bedroom. He plopped down on the edge of the bed and waited impatiently for the phone to boot up.

E-mail. He might have e-mailed me.

Day put the phone on the nightstand and made quick steps to his laptop and turned that on too. Day had one hand in his mouth, chewing relentlessly on a nail, while his left boot tapped an erratic rhythm on the hardwood floor. He logged into his e-mail account and saw that he had fifty-two e-mails… but not one from God. Dammit!

Day picked up his cell phone at the sound of the message notification beeping. He couldn’t believe he was actually nervous. He scrolled through his missed voice mails and then his texts… nothing.

“Son of a bitch!” he yelled, throwing his phone across the room.

Day dropped to his knees and cried out at the pain that action caused. He maneuvered until his back was against the bed and dropped his head into his hands. Day went over and over in his head what the hell happened today. How it started, why God got so angry. How could God hide this from him? But most of all, why had Genesis called God a murderer?

He stayed that way, trying to rationalize things in his head until his cell phone rang. Damn, I thought I broke it. Day jumped up and scrambled to get the phone from behind his dresser before it stopped ringing. He grabbed it and flipped it over to look at the display. Fuck.

“Hey, Jax,” he said, trying but failing to hide his disappointment.

“Leonidis, what the heck is going on?” Jax’s voice was not the usual cool and calm it always was.

“Why? What is it?” Day asked worriedly.

“I’m at God’s place and it’s empty. The door was unlocked as usual, but he’s gone and so is most of his stuff,” Jax said.

Day’s stomach dropped and his heart began to beat at a hysterical pace.


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