Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 132031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
“I’d rather not speculate but I’m counting on you to find out.”
At the door, with his hand on the doorknob but the door unopened, he looked back. “I need you to do your job to the best of your ability. Only…don’t linger. At the very least, the bleeding has to stop before it turns into an international incident.”
Cash gave a single nod in understanding.
“Please keep in mind, if you find any connection to Speaker Pierce, you contact me directly.”
Cash nodded his acknowledgment again. “Thank you, sir.”
As the AG left the office, Cash took his seat, bringing his hand to his face. Almost half a billion dollars missing with a foreign entity now beginning to understand the loss? Not to be overly crass, there was no way those dumbass bikers had the capacity to steal on that level. At the very least, they’d flaunt what they had accomplished.
He reached for his phone. No member of the Fox family was safe. But who did he call for help?
They were alone in this deal. The heavy weight on his shoulders felt like a ton, maybe even the weight of four hundred million dollars, resting there.
~~~
Dev sat on the edge of the patio, on one of the most relaxing pieces of outside furniture he’d ever sat on, at his mother’s house. A lot had changed in the forty-eight hours since he’d been there last. His mom had snapped her magic fingers and had a mini playground installed. A pretty and functional playhouse and sandbox in which Mae currently played and a hammock Abi lazily read from. His old soul daughter angled a foot on the ground, gently pushing to set the hammock gently swinging.
Much like he’d done since first arriving, he had to fight the tears. Tena hadn’t been wrong. His heart wanted a house full of kids, with a cock-addicted partner, who loved him and their kids, and also loved to cook. In return, he’d be a loving, functional dad and badass husband.
A dumb life goal made by a prepubescent mind. It still hurt to know it was never going to fully materialize, no matter how hard he tried.
He had wanted six kids. One for every day of the week except Sunday, that was the day to do the devil’s work. He gave a small smile, looking down at his ankles, one crossed over the other. He crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. He was doing his best to hold himself together.
These plans were made with Tena. By the time they were fifteen years old, they had their first of many chases by the police. Dev had sped through the city’s streets on his sled at the time. At some point, Tena decided to fuck it all. Her shirt went flying toward the cop car. Her bra came off next. Her tits were smaller then. He still remembered the feel of them pressed against his back. They rode together until he ran out of gas.
During that chase, they’d made their future plans. His smile grew at the memory.
He’d spent several days in local lockup over that stunt. He hadn’t meant anything by it. Back then, he never saw the trouble he caused as anything more than rebellious mischief.
Shortly after, Tena had started working that twenty-dollar corner like the pro she was, determined to get her hooking business started. She hadn’t had to rely on anyone but herself. He and his scary reputation was all the implied muscle she needed to keep herself safe. It had never occurred to him to object. Instead, he did quite literally the opposite. He’d liked having an independent businesswoman on his arm and had really liked to watch her work.
He’d rather cut off his own hand than watch Cash fuck or be fucked by anyone else.
He recognized how insane that sounded. He suffered quite a bit of guilt over his and Cash’s sex tape being put out into the world. The goody-goody special agent didn’t strike Dev as someone to get off by knowing people were watching him get pounded. Besides, Dev didn’t want others to know how good Cash was in the bedroom. The pretty boy was a pleasure giving machine. The way he ate ass alone…
Dev saw himself beating every motherfucker in town who came sniffing after Cash.
Cash had fucked him like he wanted to own him.
Pretty boy fucked him so good he couldn’t get it out of his head. Cash had ruined him. He’d planned to swing by Double Ds on the way to his mother’s house tonight. Find some willing body to wreak havoc on, fuck for so long and hard that he forgot about the pretty boy. He’d driven straight there instead.
The security detail following him were better at their jobs than most. He actually never spotted them. Whatever. He got to spend more time with his girls.