Page 4 of Before They Were Lovers

“Then fuck your boyfriend, Day. I don’t give a shit. Just make sure you can still drag your ass back in here at zero-dark-thirty tomorrow, smart mouth.”

The captain snatched his paperwork off the podium and left the room.

“Yes, sir,” Day whispered.

The men started to file out of the room, but Godfrey lingered.

Day pulled out his phone in an attempt to stall. He’d wait until everyone was gone, and then he’d approach Godfrey…God. Yeah, he liked God much better.

He had a feeling this was going to be the day his life changed forever, but his good mood was quickly doused when a wannabe Johnny Depp started slinging homophobic slurs.

Day did all he could to ignore him, but this piece-of-shit dick was relentless. Day knew those types. The ones who had the biggest issues with gay men were ensuring they kept themselves under the radar.

“We know who to protect our junk from in the locker room.”

The guy’s name tag saidRonowski.

“I have a strict no-bastards rule,” he muttered. “Now, move on.”

Day stood and gathered his papers and shoved them in his bag.

The juvenile bully was being spurred on by the few laughs he got until God slowly rose from his seat and approached Ronowski from behind. One by one, his small following of flunkies went silent and began to dissociate as they inched away.

God’s silent stalking reminded Day of a cheetah crouched low in the bush, lurking, creeping closer and closer as the gazelle mindlessly continued what it was doing. Oblivious that he was living the final seconds of his life.

Day did his best to be the bigger person, but when Ronowski got in his face, his calmness disappeared, along with the last of his patience.

Day gritted his teeth. “I said move on.”

Godfrey looked repulsed as he stood directly behind Ronowski. While the dumbass continued to hurl one middle-school insult after another, he had no idea he was sandwiched between fury and hatred.

Ronowski gave him one last look of utter disgust before he turned and slammed into a chest that must have felt like hitting a brick wall.

Day held in his chuckle as Ronowski rubbed his forehead while trailing his gaze up until he looked into God’s blazing green eyes.

Ronowski looked like he wanted to shit himself, but all bullies had to save face to not look like even bigger assholes than they already were.

“Who are you, his boyfriend? You gonna make me leave him alone?” Ronowski scoffed, attempting to shove past God as if he were a lump of nothing with the audacity to block his path.

With a swift, almost electrifying motion, God seized Ronowski by his throat, catching him off guard. Catchingeveryoneoff guard.

Day had witnessed God’s hand-to-hand, but he hadn’t seenthis. His rage.

He liked it.

Panicked “oh shit” and “fuck” sounded around the room as the few officers who remained gave God more space, not one of them coming to Ronowski’s rescue.

Ronowski’s knees wobbled as panic flared in his eyes. He scrambled to remove God’s huge palm from his Adam’s apple, but he ended up having to hang on to God’s forearms instead as he was almost lifted off the ground.

God yanked Ronowski close to his face. “No, I’m not his boyfriend. But if you don’t shut your fucking mouth, I will make you his bitch.”

The deep, menacing growl of God’s voice wrapped around Day’s chest like a vise grip.

“That depends… Does he swallow?” Day asked casually.

God’s mouth twitched as if he wanted to laugh, but his scowl remained.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” Captain Murphy yelled.

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