Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
With his parents, he wanted to tell them about Dev. Also, to explain they may experience a lull in the money he was able to send. His mom and dad needed to be self-sufficient for a couple of months until he was financially able to get the payments going again.
Next, he was done with government field work. He’d made a few good contacts over the years. Maybe those leads could transition him into another line of work.
He pulled the pizza from the oven with zero guilt of his future plans because the man asleep over there deserved better than what he got from the world, and Cash wanted to be the one to give it to him.
Chapter 28
Cash swiped his hands together, distributing the gel over his fingers before absently picking at the longer hairs up front, guiding them into place. He was maybe an hour outside of his phone call with Lily, and his bad mood hadn’t changed even with his belly full and a shower underneath his belt.
The best he could tell, he teetered somewhere between anger and depression, but he had to pull up the brake, and put it all behind him for Dev’s sake. No matter what happened from here, he had to drop the professional veneer in place. Focus on appearing to be a company man. Dev, with all his intuitiveness, would sense any subtle shift away from a team-playing vibe.
If for nothing more than his mental health, he needed to craft his resignation letter.
The Disciples of Havoc was a forty-year old federal program.
He closed his eyes. The weight of what he’d learned slumped his shoulders. He was utterly defeated on every level.
After reading Dev’s Child Protection Services report, he’d questioned why no one had ever intervened on Dev’s or Shanna’s behalf. They hadn’t fallen through the cracks at all. The federal government was aware of everything but chose to do nothing.
In essence, Fox lived a life above the law.
What if Dev had been called into the circle of bikers slaughtered outside the bike shop?
Cash had to move out from underneath the thought because the instant grief was staggering.
The moral compass that kept him afloat for most of his life fundamentally disagreed with every part of the Disciples operation.
He could no longer believe in the greater good of anything. Like he’d done fifty times today already, he went to run his hands over his face and barely stopped before making contact. With his elbow, he flipped on the faucet, quickly rinsing the remaining gel from his fingers before reaching for the hand towel.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror as he dried his hands.
Fox had revenue goals to meet. What did that actually mean?
Well, the answer was obvious. The attorney general told him there was four hundred million dollars missing. But what timeframe was the loss reported over?
Based on the information Dev had shared, the older Fox was responsible for the distribution of the product. He’d read in some report that Fox also supplied the local drug dealers. Was the local transfer of product approved through the AGEOS?
Did the missing money actually mean missing product? Now that was an interesting question that needed an answer. He tore his gaze from the mirror, dislodging the trance of thought. He looked down at his clothing.
He’d chosen athletic wear for this morning only because Dev liked him the most in this attire. He glanced down to the tight-fitting cropped joggers. Hopefully they’d pull a smile from Dev as the ridicule commenced.
Then Dev would whisper in his ear, going into detail about how he planned to remove the pants.
Except, the girls were here now.
What did that mean for their sex life?
The sheer volume of their great sex was mind blowing. Dev came with an infinite amount of energy… Cash shook his head to clear the thoughts. It didn’t matter.
Whatever had to happen was fine.
When they did have privacy, they’d be explosive together again. Finally, something to look forward to.
He heard the gentle vibration of his cell phone inside the spare bedroom where he had dressed that morning. Cash left the bathroom, reaching the phone and accepting the call on the fourth ring.
“Cashin, are you there?” his mother asked.
He didn’t respond until he shut the bedroom door.
“Did my text message wake you?” he asked by way of a greeting, going to the end of the mattress, taking a seat on the edge.
“No, I’ve been awake for hours. Sleep’s harder to find these days,” she said in the sweet, motherly tone she always used with him. “My phone was on the charger. That’s why it took me so long to call. Your dad’s still asleep. This is my quiet time.”
“What’re you doing?” he asked, letting her soothing tone and magic healing powers wipe away his irritation.
“I’m watching the sun rise, drinking a cup of coffee, talking to my boy,” she said happily. “A really good start to my day. The mountains are stunning this time of year.”