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)
“Dude. I just paid you twenty-seven dollars more than I’ve ever paid you. You gotta pay attention and do what I tell you to do.” Right as they started around the corner and out of Cash’s line of sight, Rocket did what he asked, looking back at Cash.
“He looks pissed off and hurt,” Rocket said, his hands coming to Dev’s belt buckle.
“What the fuck are you doin’?” Dev hissed, batting the guy’s hands away. If he wasn’t so focused on fucking with Cash’s head, he would have laughed at Rocket’s confused expression. Dev dismissed Rocket, reaching to tuck the necklace into his T-shirt to hopefully hide the visual and mute the sound. “I’m not fuckin’ you. Stand there for a few minutes and make some loud grunts like you’re gettin’ the best fuck of your life.”
His needy dick, the one that had aggravatingly stayed in various stages of arousal for the entirety of the afternoon and all of the evening had flatlined on him. Which made no fucking sense with as hard as he’d been when he left the car not two minutes ago.
“You aren’t gonna fuck me?” Rocket asked, a little loudly.
What was wrong with this guy?
Dev’s brows dropped as his hand went to Rocket’s lips, shutting him up. “Make the goddamn noises. Tell me I’m a god. The best fuck you ever had. But build on it. Make him believe I’m fuckin’ you and you’re lovin’ it.”
When he got a nod, he lowered his head, thinking about Cash and the video. Even being regretful for his actions, his cock built when he considered Cash. He dropped his arms to his sides, not even caring about the sex tape anymore. Fucking Cash had ruined him. This was the worst possible revelation. What was he going to do?
His eyes lifted to the faux marble exterior of the building. Every part of his life had taken a skidding nosedive into implosion and his cock chose now not to work for anyone but the narc special agent.
Rocket’s grunted cow moans drew Dev’s focus. “That’s not what a sex moan sounds like, and you know it.” Dev gave a grunt and used his hand to encourage the professional sex worker to try harder to sound like he was actually having sex.
The hooker finally caught on, making Dev lift a finger up, instructing him to wait a few seconds and motioned with his other hand for Rocket to do it again. He nodded his encouragement.
His dick’s functionality shouldn’t take precedence over making his father pay for what he had done. It sure shouldn’t be more important than working every minute of the next however long it required to secure his children’s future, but goddamn, he needed to hate Cash to survive. His vengeance needed the outlet.
He motioned again. This time Rocket sounded genuine.
“I wanna keep the money,” Rocket whispered.
“Did I say I wanted it back?” Dev whispered. “Slap some skin together. He knows I like it hard.”
Rocket slapped his hand against his stomach. “How long does this need to last?”
“A few more minutes. Groan again. Sell it.”
This time Rocket nailed it. “Fuck me, Devil…man.”
After a couple more minutes, Dev encouraged Rocket to staged completion. When Rocket went silent, they stared at one another. Dev spoke very softly. “Say somethin’ about needin’ to go clean up.”
Dev did the same. He unfastened his jeans to better look the part of a guy sated from sex. He decided to walk the block or so to his shop. He couldn’t look Cash in the eyes, not right now. The agent was too observant, he’d figure out the scam.
The sport’s car roared to life, following slowly beside him. Cash didn’t push him any further, only tagged alongside him, pulling into the parking lot until he pointed to his bike. Cash got the unspoken message and did a U-turn to aim toward the exit.
His life was just too fucked for words.
Chapter 28
“Who the fuck is that?” his old man called. His voice grated on Dev’s very last nerve.
Dev dropped his chin to his chest, staring down at the concrete pavement of the parking lot, or as Dev liked to refer to the building he shared with his old man, the actual portal to hell.
Was it too much to ask for thirty fucking seconds alone to regroup, to pull together his scattered thoughts before anyone, let alone his father, spoke to him?
Tension raced over his body. His fists tightened. Restraint and secrecy weren’t something he did well at all. He had to remember Abi and Mae. He’d made a damn good deal. He could secure their lives if he dug deep enough to find a way to follow through.
“What the fuck’s your problem?” his old man asked. Closer now based on the proximity of the gravelly voice.
He tossed a thumb over his shoulder toward Cash’s exiting car, pulling out onto the street, and said the words he’d practiced over and again. They tasted like sawdust on his tongue. “He’s a dude I’m fuckin’. I guess I’m technically seein’ him. Regular people like their relationship statuses identified.”