Here Comes Trouble (Nothing Special #3)(13)
Ruxs very slowly released the harsh grip on Green’s wrist. He felt like shit for doing that. Green had no idea what he was warring with inside. After a couple seconds the extreme pressure on his neck subsided, but Green didn’t let him pull back as he carefully rubbed the hot skin he’d been gripping.
“Why won’t you talk to me?” Green whispered. He used his other hand to remove Ruxs’ dark glasses. He wanted to stop him but he let him do it. “You haven’t even looked at me today.”
Green’s mouth was right there. Just a hair’s width away. So full and soft looking. His eyes were cast down as he traced the Cupid’s bow shape with his eyes. He could feel Green’s breath elevate along with his own. He needed to tell him. Tell what had been driving him in-fucking-sane. Tell him that he might be a little bit attracted to him. He wasn’t sure, but maybe. What if he did tell him and it fucked everything up? Their friendship, partnership, job, everything. But he couldn’t go on like this forever. He’d thought the feelings would subside after a while, but they hadn’t, they’d actually intensified.
“Just say it.” Green’s voice was so soft.
Ruxs looked into Green’s smoky eyes and opened his mouth to speak. But just as he was about to utter his first word, that asshole JJ came around the corner. Fucking damnit! Ruxs straightened in his seat and he saw Green flash him a frustrated look. Ruxs pointed. “There he is.”
Green spun around and watched as JJ made his way down the narrow street. The second he spotted their truck a look of panic set in his face and Ruxs was hoping he didn’t have to chase him. JJ lifted his head higher and kept walking towards them.
Green got out first and Ruxs clicked the safety off on his Glock and tucked it in the front waistband of his jeans. He stepped out just as JJ got to the truck.
“I see you got my message, Green,” JJ said roughly. His lip was curled up in a sneer as he watched Ruxs walk slowly towards them. “Cool out, Ruxsberg. I messaged you, remember.”
“Yeah. We got it,” Green answered, leaning casually against the hood.
“You know I could get killed for this shit, and it wouldn’t be pretty. Doubt you guys would even recognize my body if Chainz knew I was meeting with 5.O.” JJ looked back and forth down the alley, looked like he was convincing himself of something. His long dreads were pulled up in a black knit hat, showing all of his smooth dark skin. He was young and built, but not as muscled as them. Probably could be a nice young man, if he didn’t get mixed up in the bad crowd.
Ruxs and Green waited JJ out. The guy had never given them a hard time. Anytime they arrested him, he came easily enough. But this was different. He had information they needed. They didn’t want to press too hard. That made informants jumpy. “Does God know what’s going down? Is that why he sent y’all out?”
Everyone on the streets – or every drug dealer in Atlanta – knew God and Day. Knew what their task force was about, and knew how proficient they were. They’d taken down huge names, and not just in Atlanta. They’d worked on countless cases with the feds. None of the dealers underestimated what God and his task force could do. If you popped up on their radar, then you were as good as busted. JJ knew this as well, so Ruxs knew to play it up.
“Yeah. He knows, and he ain’t happy.” Ruxs stood tall, always using his build as an intimidation tactic.
JJ hissed a “fuck” before squeezing the back of his neck.
“Talk to us JJ. What’s going on?” Green spoke up.
“Fuck man. How do I know God’s not going to come after me?” JJ frowned.
“You don’t. All you can do is try to stay on his good side.” Ruxs chimed in. It was the truth. Under no circumstance would they ever tell a dealer that God and Day would not arrest them. They couldn’t speak for them or make deals on their behalf.
“Talk. I don’t have all day.” Green pushed off the truck like he was ready to leave.
“Alright man. Chill out. Damn.” JJ lowered his voice like there might be someone else listening. “Chainz is on some foul shit. He been doing some dealings with these foreign cats in Canada. They got fucking trucks that can get through the border undetected and everything. Chainz is talking about having them bring two hundred pounds of weed and a quarter mil in coke by next month.”
Ruxs and Green both had to check their first reaction. That was a lot of fuckin’ drugs to hit the streets if they let it. No damn way. That shit would not be acceptable. “Are you sure they are definitely coming?”
JJ pinched the bridge of his nose, like he was beyond stressed out. “Fuck yes. The deal is made. I was there. He’s already paid half and the other half is gonna be paid when they arrive.”
“You look nervous. What aren’t you telling us?” Ruxs stepped closer, reading JJ’s body language. The man’s hands shook as he adjusted his walkie-talkie volume.
“Fuck, man. Those Canadian dudes are on a whole different level, Ruxsberg. We were outnumbered five-to-one when we went to meet them. They had machine guns, men on the rooftops and shit.”
“How many men do you think there are?” Green asked.
“Hell if I know. Those are just the ones that were at the meeting to exchange the dough.” JJ huffed. The guy looked ready to snap, he was wound so tight. They needed to get everything because they might not get another chance if JJ was this scared.