Michaels knew he would
fit right in as the team’s sniper, having received his fair share of
commendations for marksmanship. He was just as badass as the rest of the twenty
brothers that made up their team. But when Michaels lets their prime suspect
get away from a huge bust with over a quarter of a million dollars in drugs,
he’s willing to do whatever it takes to make it right.
Left with no other
options, God chooses to bring in outside help, calling on his long-time friend
and bounty hunter, Judge Josephson.
Judge was considered one
of the best trackers during his enlistment in the United States Marine Corps.
After retiring, he used those skills to become one of the most sought out
fugitive trackers in the country. When Judge gets a call from his old friend
needing his help, he quickly tells God, yes.
Still embarrassed, and intent
to prove himself, Michaels immediately volunteers to partner up with Judge to
get their suspect back quickly and quietly. Neither man wanted or needed a
partner. But, after Judge and Michaels get on the road, the hate/lust
relationship they quickly develop between them will either make them heroes… Or
get them killed.
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Judge
carefully scanned each document that was relevant to tracking someone. He could
care less about what laws the man had broken, it wasn’t his job to determine if
he needed arresting or if he as guilty. His job was to bring him in. “I take it
you want this guy alive.” That comment got him a lot of stares.
“If
you don’t mind.” Day said between clinched teeth.
Judge
looked around. “You do understand this guy is a murderer. You think he’s gonna
roll out a welcome mat for me.”
He
watched God rear back in his seat and run his hands through his long hair. “I
know that, Judge. Just try. I’m not telling you to get yourself killed. But if
you don’t have to take a kill shot, I’d appreciate it.”
“I
make no promises.”
“Of
course not.” Day said drily. “you just make sure to bring my sniper back alive
and you won’t have any beef out of me.”
Judge
snapped back up, pulling his cane out of his mouth. “Excuse me.”
God
grimaced and glared at Day. “I hadn’t exactly told him yet.” He whispered but
Judge heard him loud and clear.
“Told
me what, God?” Judge stood. “And it better not be what I think it is.”
“Judge.
I need this guy in custody and I need it done quietly. So I want one of my guys
to go with -”
“Hell
no.” Judge backed up. “I don’t need any help you know that.”
“He’s
not gonna be there to help you, he’s there to keep things quiet.”
“You
think I need a goddamn do-gooder-baby-sitter, telling me how to do my fuckin’
job?”
“You
know damn well I’m not saying that. I need assurance that this will keep kept
quiet and I also know you wouldn’t be bothered with giving me updates.
Judge
scoffed. “Quiet. You think I haven’t heard of these two.” He pointed to the two
men that were introduced as Ruxs and Green. Now that he had a face to go with
the names he knew who to point to. “These guys are the epitome of loud noise
and ruckus.”
“Because
that’s their job.”
“Fuck
no.” Judge growled.
“You
owe me, goddamnit!” God stood and came around the table to square off with
him. Bookem stood and growled but didn’t
attack. He’d never do that without command. God ignored the warning and stood
directly in front of him. “Now, I’m asking for my favor. Are you going to refuse
me, Judge?”
Son of a -. Judge gritted his teeth. God knew he’d
never go back on his word. God gave him a few minutes to stew in his anger. All
eyes were on him, waiting. Reluctantly he asked, “Who is he?”
“Detective
Austin Michaels.” God replied. His voice and demeanor looked as if he was proud
to present this guy.
Judge
rolled his eyes when he saw Detective Michaels stand up. Of course it had to be him. The sexiest one of them all. Shit. When the man came over to glare at him,
Judge had to be sure not to show his surprise or amusement. The little fucker. Actually he wasn’t so
little. He was tall and built. Compact muscles over smooth ivory skin. No doubt
he was as macho and straight as an arrow, those kinds usually were. Judge was
eager to see how the man handled himself.
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