Page 26 of Nothing Special X: The Last Stand

Broad shoulders, ripped forearms, and a strong chest, beneath a black jacket concealing a double loaded holster.

His steady walk, and air of confidence reflected his fearlessness. His dark hair was shorn on the sides and longer on top, brushed back from a face carved hard by discipline.

He narrowed his dark eyes…assessing. And unlike everyone else scrambling around him, Morrison was completely calm.

Interesting.

Green noticed him clock Ruxs first. Then Steele leaning against a nearby wall smoking a Swisher Sweet as if none of what was going on concerned him.

Then Morrison’s gaze landed back on him.

“You must be the men from Atlanta,” he rumbled.

His voice sounded deep enough to vibrate the concrete.

Morrison lifted his radio to his mouth and gritted. “All teams stand down.”

Day emerged from an actor’s trailer nearby, and God stepped out of another trailer marked…

XANDER VALE

Morrison’s expression changed for the first time.

Subtle, but there.

His jaw tightened as his intense glare blazed on the cowardly security guards making their way back towards him.

Green released his hostage.

The woman turned and beamed at him.

“Well?” she asked. “How’d I do?”

“Perfect,” Green answered, tucking away the unloaded Smith & Wesson. He lifted her hand and kissed the back of it politely. “You should be promoted from an extra to a more prominent role.”

“Make sure you tell casting that,” she urged, smiling.

Tech and Free approached alongside Wes and Law.

Law spread his arms. “See HOS? Didn’t I tell you these motherfuckers were the shit?”

Wes smirked at Morrison and started pointing them out.

“Meet your new security consultants. That’s Detectives Ruxsberg and Green, the task force’s enforcers. Over there smoking is Detective Steele, just an all-around badass, ex-Marine Force Recon lieutenant. Beside me is Detective Murphy, aka Tech, and this is Free, who’s a goddamn computer genius.” Wes frowned as if thinking, before he shrugged. “Uh, yeah, he’s just called, Free.”

Lastly Day and God stepped forward, looking like renegades.

“Meet the men in charge. That’s Lieutenant Day.” Law’s grin widened almost proudly. “And this, is the man known on the streets of Atlanta as God.”

Furi

The moment he stepped inside their modest town home, he found his man near the back door sitting heavily on the stool at the breakfast bar, tying his tennis shoes with slow, frustrated movements.

It was peak hours, time for him to start DoorDining.

Damnit.

Every time he saw Syn getting ready to go deliver fucking food to college kids or people living in gated apartments, it carved something out of his chest.