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They’d been busting their asses while they went through the four long phases of detective training. And they did it all while continuing to work their beat and backing up the SWAT team anytime they called on them.

Murphy nodded. “I have no doubt. You two make a helluva team. I can already tell y’all are gonna do some big things together.”

Together.

Those words hit Day hard. He glanced back and met God’s radiant green eyes, holding his gaze for a long moment.

God wasn’t smiling, but Day could feel he was on the inside. Could feel his relief and his pride.

Their captain watched them, his eyes narrowing as he stared at their silent exchanges. He looked as if he were trying to decipher what they were saying. Day could see the curiosity. He and God were an enigma, a mystery no one could understand or solve.

“All right, now get out.” Murphy frowned. “You waiting on me to hug you or some shit?”

Day laughed as he got up, clutching the badge tightly.

“And, uh, Detectives,” the captain said before they walked out the door, “congratulations.”

Detectives.

The title rolled off the captain’s tongue as if it were meant for them.

Once they were outside, God stared at him for a long time. Day watched him shift his weight, his chest expanding as if he were taking a deep breath.

He knew what his partner was thinking.

“It’s about damn time, huh?” Day whispered, taking God’s badge from his palm.

His calloused hand grazed Day’s fingers—an almost imperceptible touch, but it shot a jolt of energy through his core.

“We got this,” God rumbled, his raw, gravelly voice rippling under Day’s skin.

What he felt didn’t frighten him. He’d always wish for more with God, but he was content with the parts of him he did have.

They’d always be partners, one way or another.

It’d been a wild, dangerous, kick-ass ride so far…and it wasjustthe beginning.

Nothing Special Book One

Yes. We are The Baddest

Year Four…

“Atlanta PD! I said freeze! Don’t you fucking make me chase you!” Day yelled as he pushed his legs to move faster. He shrugged out of his leather coat and easily hopped the car in the intersection while keeping his weapon trained on the man currently thirty feet in front of him.

“Stop!” he yelled again.

His suspect turned to see how close he was, and Day took the opportunity to leap, successfully knocking the large man to the ground and rolling with him. Day immediately scrambled to get on top and kneed the man as hard as he could in his kidney, immensely satisfied by the loud wail that burst out of him. Day looked around before dropping another knee into the man’s other kidney. “That’s for making me run, asshole. I just had a bean burrito… You do not want to know what’s going on in my fucking stomach right now.”

Day removed his handcuffs from his back pocket. He looked up and saw Godfrey smiling down at him from the driver’s side of his truck.

“Are you gonna fuck him or arrest him, Day?” Godfrey smirked at him.

“Fuck you, God.” Day grunted as he pulled his suspect up off the ground. “Why do I always have to chase the runners?” Hehuffed and threw their suspect none too gently into the police cruiser that’d also pulled up.

“My suspects are always too scared to run,” Godfrey said with a shrug.

“I can’t wait to get back to the station. I’m going to kick James’s ass. There were twice as many guys in that drug house as he said there’d be.”

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