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)
A strong arm circled his neck. With an unbridled force, his head wrenched backward, the chair teetered precariously on two legs. He was dragged several feet away from the table. The dark voice in his ear sounded very much like his soul felt.
“Stop messing around. Nobody here believes you’re crazy. We’ll all be right here until you listen no matter how long it takes.”
Even under the brawny arm biting firmly into his neck and the deadly voice against his ear, he didn’t believe for a second he was in any real danger. Hints of compassion laced Cash’s threatening words. The cologne he’d once praised on his lover swirled subtly around them. The scent held the exotic promise of something more. If Cash had wanted to hurt him, he easily could have. Instead, the tight hold had tenderness.
Fuck that. The man needed to get that goddamn stirring breath off his face.
He started to tell Cash exactly that, knowing the words were coming out jumbled and mumbled at best.
“Dev, stop,” Shanna commanded. His head jerked in his sister’s direction.
How fucking dare she talk to him in such a reasonable manner? Fuck her. He said about those same words to her, unleashing a rant while manifesting laser beams to shoot from his eyes and singe her very being.
Shanna acted as if he were nothing more than an annoying gnat as she reached for an unused chair and started to pull it out from the table to position herself in front of him.
“Be careful. He’s turned himself over several times. Lunged forward to head butt an agent. He’s angry,” Cash said, putting him back down on all four of the chair’s legs. His palms came to rest casually on Dev’s shoulder. Dev moved, trying to shrug Cash away until he lifted his hands.
Shanna laughed with her teasing, singsong tone. “He’s being tame then. I’m surprised you got him in the restraints. Most usually don’t.”
“Only because I caught him off guard,” Cash confessed.
Damn fucking straight that was the only goddamn reason he was tied up right now.
She stared Dev directly in the eyes and placed the chair about three feet from him. Her patient smile showed she had no fear of him. Just because she was right didn’t mean she needed to gloat.
“Can we ungag him?” she asked.
He decided to answer for everyone in the room with a resounding yes that sounded very much like a woof.
“He won’t let you speak if you do. I tried,” Cash said. Of course, he wasn’t going to let Cash speak to him for any reason. Who could know if he felt that same way about Shanna. They’d have to remove the gag to see. Dev cut his gaze toward Cash who took his seat to the right of him again.
Based on the firm set of her jaw, Shanna didn’t like Cash’s answer but didn’t buck him.
Interesting.
The master liar and sexual deviant wannabe must be the superior here. Great.
“No matter what you may think, you’re not under arrest,” Shanna started. Cash burst out with a harsh bark of laughter. The mean glint Shanna showed moments ago was again pointed at Cash before she turned back toward him, lessening the severity of her look. “Dev, I’m an undercover special agent for the FBI. I’m on a special task force led by the DEA here in Dallas.”
“Fuck you,” he said through the gag. Fairly sure that was clear enough. What the fuck was she even talking about? She worked for the FBI? He’d assumed she’d flipped on the club, but working for the FBI? What the actual fuck?
She only shook her head, brushing him off. “Can’t you ever be more imaginative with your insults?”
“Fuck you, you stupid fuckin’ bitch,” Dev replied.
“It wasn’t an invitation to insult her further,” Cash said, steel infusing his tone.
The narc could use whatever voice he wanted. He didn’t care. “Fuck you, you goddamn son of a balls lickin’ bitch. I’m gonna kill you when I get free of this chair, you asshole.” It was hard to breathe through the tirade, but he managed to let go of another growl to cement his promise.
“Dev, stop. Let me finish then you can put on your show of defiance if you still want to. You guessed right about Cash. Well done. He’s from our childhood, and he’s also part of the DEA.” Shanna lifted a hand, giving him a so-so motion.
Cash took over the explanation, making everything crystal clear. “I’m in Dallas under the orders of the US Attorney General’s Exempt Operations division. We’re called AGEOs. It’s the reason you haven’t been read your rights. It’s the same reason you’ll go missing if you don’t agree to do as we ask,” Cash explained.
“Fuck you,” Dev snarled and bounced his feet and chair around to go kick that stupid motherfucker’s ass just for the tone he used.