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Furi found Patrick in the kitchen loosening his tie. Damn the man could wear a suit. The black designer suit had fine lavender pinstripes that Patrick accented perfectly with a light purple tie. Furi would no doubt be responsible for getting the suits his husband traveled with to the cleaners and returned to his closet. He didn__ know how he__ become his husband's personal assistant, but it had happened, and to avoid argument, Furi didn__ refuse Patrick's requests.

I have the reports from Gemson and Boyd,_ Syn replied. His boots were up on the corner of his desk as he reclined back in his chair, skimming the contents of the file.__ow are they?_ God asked. He removed his leather coat and draped it over the back of his chair.__etailed. Good,_ Syn answered. He brought his feet down and gave God a pointed look.The big man shook his head, already knowing what Syn wanted. He wanted everything they knew about this case. Now.__lright Syn. Chill out. We__e not used to you yet. But we know what it means to have a Sergeant on our team. You__e the team's go to, and have just as much command and input regarding decision making as we do,_ Day responded as God stared. Day chuckled. __ito was just as important as the other Jacksons.__yn threw a pen at Day, which he dodged easily. Syn couldn__ help but laugh at Day__ fucked up comparison. ____ no fucking Tito, shithead.

Fuck,_ Syn growled. He was still thinking of solutions when he heard something scrape against his doorknob. Something metal was tampering with the lock. If he were anywhere else in the apartment he wouldn__ have heard it, but he was right next to the door, so he could hear someone trying to get in. He instinctually moved to stand in front of Furi, pulling his Sig from its holster and unlocking the safety. He felt Furi tensing behind him.He could hear the tool manipulating the lock mechanism. Is this bastard really fuckin_ brave enough to break into my home in broad goddamn daylight? Syn was in awe at the size of this guy__ balls. The closet door was arm's length away. He yanked it open and grabbed the blanket off the top shelf, pulling his loaded twelve-gauge shotgun down just as the door eased open. All Syn could see was the tip of a black boot. Furi griped his shoulder. __ey. Listen to this!_ Syn yelled out. He put the stock of the gun firmly against his shoulder and pulled the pump back in two extremely swift moves. The sound was extremely loud and intimidating in the quiet room, by far the scariest sound an intruder could hear.__on__ shoot, Dirty Harry._ The irritating chuckle that followed was unmistakable.__on of a bitch,_ Syn grumbled. __ay, have you lost your fuckin_ mind?__is Lieutenants came all the way through the door, Day laughing at the pissed look on Syn's face and Furi leaning on the wall behind him recovering from a panic attack. __yn. What the hell is going on man? Are you really gonna put a buckshot in someone you think is breakin_ into your little-ass apartment? Because, you do know that that__ excessive force, right?_ God asked, looking at him expectantly.__ was just scaring them off. No one comes in after hearing that sound, trust me._ Syn removed the shell and placed the gun back in the closet, covering it with the blanket. He turned to look at Furi. He looked a little pale but he was okay.Syn spun back around, __ay. Knock on my damn door like a normal visitor and wait for me to say come in!__ay pfftd, plopping down on the couch. __ou don__ invite the wind. The wind just____top saying that stupid wind bullshit. Because if your door is shut and you weather guard that bitch then the wind stays the fuck out until ... You. Open. The. Door._ Syn__ dark eyes bored into Day__ hazel ones.God__ laugh was raspy, while Day looked bewildered. __ut we__e family.___h for fuck__ sake,_ Syn grumbled, he had to get going; he had no time to explain to Day about how to behave in civilized society. He turned serious eyes back on Furi. __ gotta go, but I really think___uri pulled Syn to him before he could finish the sentence, kissed him hard on the mouth before turning, heading to the bedroom. __ust concentrate on your job and don__ take any officers away from their assignments to follow me. There could be someone out there who really needs their help.__yn didn__ get to say anything else because Furi had closed the bedroom door. End of discussion.

Syn had to take his hand off Furi__ thigh so he could answer his cell phone. He saw it was Day and put it on speakerphone.__eah, Day. What__ the word?_ Syn greeted, cutting right to chase on the decision of Furi__ protective order.__t__ done and I had Ruxs and Green serve it this afternoon._ Day__ grin could be heard through the phone.Syn and Furi turned and smiled at each other, remembering how intimidating those two detectives looked. There was no way Patrick and Brenden would want to go up against them. They were the muscle of the taskforce so Syn could only imagine how they served that order. Surely Furi__ ex was on the first thing smoking back to Charlotte.__sk Furi if he's gotten any phone calls from asshat today.___ait how__ you know he was even with me?_ Syn glanced a look at the phone.Day pfftd. __eah right, just ask him.__uri spoke up, his deep voice filling the small space of Syn__ truck. __o I haven__. Thank you very much Day, I really appreciate your help man.__ay__ voice dropped a couple octaves and rumbled back through the speaker. __all me Leo, darlin. And just how appreciative are you willing to be, Furious?__lick.Syn disconnected the call and tossed the phone into the console. Furi laughed so hard he had tears coming down his cheeks.

Furi walked across Syn__ living room carpet for what felt like the millionth time while he waited for him to come back. How dare he order me to leave? Like I__ a damn kid. Furi decided right then and there that he was going to have a talk with Syn. Furi wouldn__ be his kept man or his bitch.Furi stopped mid-stride when he heard the door open and close behind Syn. All the anger and hostility he__ felt while alone in Syn__ place just disappeared when the ruggedly handsome man yanked his dark coat off and threw it on the couch, approaching Furi with a hungry look.__id he hurt you?_ Syn__ voice was gravelly. He put both hands on either side of Furi__ neck and lifted it gently, eyeing the slight redness there.____ fine. Despite the fact you keep having to rescue me, I__ not a weakling. I can defend myself,_ Furi said with venom, pulling away from Syn__ examination.__ight. That Mr. Miyagi crash course at the Y._ Syn stifled a laugh, but Furi thought it was anything but funny and he let Syn know it.__on__ fucking mock me._ Furi stormed past him down the hall. Syn__ footsteps sounded behind him. He__ just caught up with him when he opened the bathroom door.__ey, hey, hey,_ Syn said in a whisper. ____ sorry. I wasn__ mocking you, I was teasing you.__uri frowned and Syn shook his head. __et me clarify. Joking after an intensely stressful situation helps to calm me. I need to come down from the high of an adrenaline rush, that__ all that was.

Our probie kicked the door in before we gave the okay. We don__ think he__ going to make it on the task force, Cap. He__ too much of a hot-head.__h, fuck that. There was no way that they were going to pin this on him. Syn growled and took several determined steps toward Day before God was there, blocking his path.__ou might want to think about your next move very carefully. Especially if it involves touching him._ God__ voice lowered to a frightening timbre.

Good afternoon, Detective Godfrey. I like your hair when you pull it back like that_it looks sexy._ She smiled and ran her thin fingers through God__ chestnut waves.Day didn__ give God a chance to respond. __idn__ you say you had a follow-up to respond to, Vikki?_ Day__ harsh tone startled her out of her lust.She frowned at him with confusion on her face before turning with Ronowski and walking off.God looked back at him. __ou want to come cock your leg up and piss around my fucking desk too, Leo?__ay didn__ hesitate. __aybe.

That__ cool, Leo._ Johnson was damn near standing on top of him as he spoke, but he__ be damned if he was going to back up.__o just talking would be nice_would you like to come over to my place tonight for a glass of wine?___ot even if Jesus was pouring it,_ Day responded quickly. He heard God let out a loud laugh and it made him turn up the corner of his mouth at the sound of it. God rarely laughed__ell the man rarely smiled__ut somehow, Day could make him do both.

God could no longer see the faces of the men, only red and orange hazes. He heard taunting voices in his mind spurring him on, calling him a __ussy,_ and old, hairy hands reaching out to grab him. His gripped tightened on the punk__ neck and he cocked his right arm back ready to do some serious damage.__et him go.__od shook his head at the familiar deep voice.__ said, let him go now!__e felt two strong hands land on his shoulders and heat seeped its way into him from behind.__ut him down, God. Right now before you kill him. Listen to my voice._ Day was up on his tiptoes speaking into his ear. His breath was hot on his neck and it gave him a tingling in his spine. __ashel, stop,_ Day whispered.God put his right arm down and released the man from his grip. He didn__ wait to see the man__ body drop. He spun around and looked into his friend__ eyes, and was relieved when he didn__ see judgment, sorrow, or pity_all he saw was relief and then concern. Day grabbed him and held on to him tightly. His embrace was strong and confident_exactly what God needed to feel right then.__ome on, we gotta get out of here._ Day gripped the back of his arm and moved them quickly out of the alley and into a waiting taxi.__ait_my truck.___t__ taken care of._ Day kept him from getting out of the vehicle.__hat do you mean?___ mean you owe me two hundred dollars because that__ what I just paid the bartender to follow us back to my place in your truck.__od spun around and saw his huge truck__ headlights behind them.__ou have a stranger driving my truck_my fucking guns are in there, Leo.___ou should__e thought about that earlier, Cash,_ Day growled right back.__f you__e going to lecture me, Leo_fucking save it._ God slid down farther and let his aching head rest on the back of the seat as the cab accelerated onto the highway.__ou know me better than that, Cash. I__ not going to lecture you. I__ going to kick your ass,_ Day said matter-of-factly and turned to look out the window. Neither one said anything else the rest of the ride.

Once they were gone, Syn lifted his head to look at his Lieutenants. He knew how close he__ been to putting a bullet in that bastard__ head, because all he kept picturing were that man__ hands wrapped around Furi__ throat. Syn hadn__ lost control in a long time, and he wondered what that meant. How deep did his feelings for Furi run?__o home,_ Day said, clasping him on the shoulder. __e__l handle the rogue bitch clan at the station.___ can do my job, Day,_ Syn snapped back at his boss.__e know that. We__l let Sasha Pain; aka porn bitch sit on ice and interrogate her in the morning see if there__ any connection with this ex-husband and BTNS._ God gestured with his head. __o check on your man, you know that__ where you want to be.__yn was taken aback. God said nothing about him dating a prior suspect in a case they were still working, or about dragging them into a back alley fight while he took his revenge. God was actually being compassionate. Well, damn. Syn was astonished to see that side of him.__esides, you won__ be worth shit to me with a hard on all night.__nd he__ back. Well, that compassion sure was short-lived.

Syn stared into Furi__ sparkling eyes. He brought one hand up and tenderly brushed Furi__ cheek. __ongratulations.___hank you._ Furi kissed his lips gently. ____l be fine. I__ a big boy.___ know you are._ Syn winked.Furi flushed with embarrassment. __hut up. Don__ start something you can__ finish._____l finish it later,_ Syn promised. His look was pure lust as he pushed his rising cock against Furi__ jean-clad thigh.__uckin_ right you will,_ Furi moaned against Syn__ cheek, rocking back against him. ____ fuckin_ take you right now if your bosses weren__ in the front room.__yn groaned.Furi gripped Syn__ cock in a firm grip and stroked a couple times, wrapping his other arm around Syn__ back to hold him close. He nipped at Syn__ stubbled chin, peppering sweet kisses along his jaw to his ear. Furi flicked his tongue out and pulled the fleshy lobe between his soft lips. Furi__ lips were pressed against his ear as he spoke in a low, sexy drawl, ____ bend you over this sink and fuck you until you yelled my name and begged me not to stop.___uck,_ Syn moaned. Heat tore up through him at Furi__ nasty words.__uck you hard, just how you like it, baby._ Furi increased the speed of his stroke.__h fuck, fuck. No. Stop honey,_ Syn protested weakly, his balls already throbbing with the need for release.__hy?_ Furi hissed.__ecause I fucking refuse to let Day hear me come._ Syn put some room between their bodies and kept backing up until he hit the wall. He tried to control his breathing, but staring at Furi__ gorgeous, flushed face didn__ help.__ou guys are crazy._ Furi shook his head.__ay__ pranks have no boundaries. I wouldn__ be surprised if my moans are broadcasted over the loudspeaker in the office today._ Syn opened the bathroom door and gestured for Furi to look out into the hallway. __ee.__uri busted out laughing at Day standing there in the hallway with his cell phone in his hand, studying the non-existent art on Syn__ bare wall. He whistled like he was just lounging around not looking for trouble. Syn just flipped him off and pulled Furi into his bedroom, slamming the door behind them.__h my fucking god. That shit is too funny._ Furi laughed while he put a few things into his backpack.__eah, because you don___ have to deal with his silliness._ Syn hurried to get dressed.

Fuck you. I know Day is just showing off for you._ Johnson turned back to look at Day. ____l be sure to catch you when you__e alone._____l be sure to have my rape whistle,_ Day retorted

God was still smiling when he went into the guest room for his suitcase. He looked in the closet and under the perfectly made bed. He even pulled out the drawers of the one armoire on the far side of the room, but couldn__ find it. He was about to go back downstairs and ask Day when he turned down the long hall and walked into Day__ master bedroom. His suitcase was tucked neatly in the corner. He pulled it out but immediately knew it was empty. He looked in the first dresser but those were Day__ clothes. The second identical dresser was on the other side and God did a double take at his few toiletries that were neatly aligned on top. God rubbed his hand on the smooth surface and felt his heart clench at how domestic this looked.His and his dressers_really.God yanked off his T-shirt and threw it in the hamper along with Day__ items. He washed up quickly and went back to his dresser to put on a clean shirt. His mouth dropped when he pulled out the dresser drawer. His shirts were neatly folded and placed in an organized arrangement. God went through all five drawers. His underwear, socks, shirts, sweats, all arranged neatly and in its own place.He dropped down on the bed and thought for a minute. At first he was joking, but Day really was domesticating him. Was God ready for that? Sure he loved Day, he__ take a bullet for him, but was he ready to play house? He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and middle finger at the slight tension forming behind his eyes. God had been completely on his own since he was eighteen. He__ never shared space with anyone__ell, no one had ever wanted to.Fuck. Just last night Day was getting ready to fuck mini Justin Bieber, now he was cooking and cleaning for him and doing his damn laundry. He tried his best to shake off his anxiety. He never used the word love lightly. He meant what he__ said last night. God had only loved three people his entire life and for the past four years only one of them returned that love. Should he really tuck tail and run just because this was new territory? Hell no. All he did was unpack my suitcase. No big deal. He was just being hospitable. Damn sure is better than that seedy hotel. __y boyfriend__ just trying to make me comfortable._ He smirked and tried the term on his tongue again. __ have a boyfriend.___et your ass down here and stop overthinking shit! Dinner is getting cold!_ Day yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

He kicked off his boots before walking through the living room. Day__ house was very nice. It had been his grandmother__ and she__ left it for him in her will. Day made a lot of renovations on the three-bedroom, two-story home, and God found himself wishing he had a family to share that type of home with. He could see himself sitting on the large leather sofa in the den with Day snuggled up next to him. His mom baking them raisin bread and Genesis upstairs blasting his music too loud. God shook his head at the nonsense and went to find the one thing he had in his life that was real in the kitchen. Day loved him, and as far as he was concerned, that would be enough for him.

Have dinner with me tonight?_ Day asked his voice full of emotion.__es,_ God answered immediately.

Syn tightened his seat belt as God drove like a damn lunatic through the city. He was now on the interstate doing over a hundred miles an hour.__f the person__ already dead, what__ the damn rush, Cash?_ Day grumbled, obviously not liking God__ driving either.God ignored his passengers and swerved over four lanes, cutting off an eighteen-wheeler and just missing the barrier as he took the exit ramp at seventy.__ot a real heavy foot there, don__ you Lieutenant?_ Syn gritted through clenched teeth.God let out a grunt as sharp green eyes caught Syn__ reflection in the rearview mirror.Please just watch the fucking road.

Day__ thoughts were interrupted when Detective Johnson strolled into the conference room and announced proudly, __etective Day, you are going to love me, handsome.___h yeah, you finally got me that date with Channing Tatum?_ Day quipped.Day heard God huff with annoyance, not bothering to turn around and face them.

It couldn__ have been that bad that he had to hurt you, Leo.___h no, it was bad. It was the fucking first twenty minutes of Saving Private Ryan bad, Jax._ Day paced as he listened to his brother go on about God accepting responsibility for his own actions.__ax, don__ get me wrong, I__ highly pissed off with my partner. I__ pissed off to the highest of pisstivity. But I still have to know that he__ okay. That crazy brother of his really landed some hard blows on him and God didn__ fight back at all.___ecause it__ his baby brother. That I do get,_ Jax said softly. __ut I can__ check on him, Leo, because believe me, there is nothing here to clue me in on where he may have went._ Jax paused before speaking again. __ must say I__ curious how he got all that heavy furniture out of here if he was in as bad a shape as you say.___ell, that wouldn__ be too hard to do. A lot of people owe God favors__oth of us actually. If God called someone for help, they__ drop everything and come to help._ Day took a deep breath. __he same as I would if he had called me._ Day__ voice was strained from the hurt in his chest and he had no doubt that Jax was picking up on it.__hat asshole,_ Jax snapped.__hoa, big brother. Don__ go cursing away your do-gooder image. You know you__e not a vulgar-language type of person_leave that for us heathens._ Day laughed humorlessly.Day heard his brother laugh an irritated chuckle at him for trying to lighten the situation.__ine. But, after he apologizes numerous times, I__ going to give him a piece of my mind,_ Jax said.Day did smile that time. He had no doubt his brother would do just that.