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)
The handshake was bold and direct, confident and strong. His dick ached to feel the strength of Dev’s palm wrapped around his shaft. Could it be twenty years now since he’d seen Dev? He’d been young, maybe not able to process what he was feeling, but he’d gotten his first ever boner over the bad boy.
Thinking of the foxy Devilman eased Cash’s frustration with the job.
Today, when that blue-eyed gaze bore into his, he knew he was willing to cross the lines of appropriate professional behavior to endear himself to the man. Cash envisioned such a handsome man to have the most beautiful cock and heavy sac swinging between his thighs. Dev made being bad look so damn good.
Surprising for a man who had always liked his partners to be on the side of good.
Cash made the turn to the stairwell, but completely misjudged the height of the first step. Even with his long legs that stair tread was still an awkward size step up. He stumbled forward, landing on his knee as he fell all over the staircase, reaching for anything to brace his fall.
He barely caught himself before he face-planted against the hard wood.
Anger, with a good dose of knee pain, had him releasing a string of curse words that could rival any he’d heard in the surveillance footage of the Disciples. He pushed up, gripping the railing tighter, hoping like hell he’d saved the to-go food order he’d been carrying in his other hand.
As he stood, his cell phone vibrated in his front pocket. He fished the phone out to see a text message from Joe.
“Your phone has a flashlight.” The word dumbass was implied but not stated in the text.
Then the flashlight turned on without him initiating the app. Huh.
If Joe had the ability to turn on cell phone apps, why hadn’t he done so sooner?
Ignoring the knee pain, Cash bounded the rest of the way up the stairs, two at a time. He’d only made this food run for Joe. Apparently, the guy ate like crap, making Cash’s earlier grocery store visit for him alone.
He’d have to learn these things. That was the toll of being all Joe had to physically look at while hiding undercover inside the apartment for the length of the assignment.
Cash pushed through the front door, again met with complete darkness.
What the hell was up with the lack of lighting?
He let the apartment door slam shut behind him after a purposeful shove.
Joe came from the second bedroom that wasn’t much bigger than a study, where his surveillance equipment was installed. To the untrained eye, Cash could easily call it a home office. Joe would live, eat, and sleep inside that room while watching everything Cash did, being his direct support staff and right-hand man.
Setting up Joe’s eyes and ears had been Cash’s afternoon project. He placed recording equipment all over the property. The only space inside the building he hadn’t bugged was Dev’s unit itself. No one had any real idea what was going on inside there. He needed to get his eyes inside that apartment and plant special undetectable equipment, making sure Dev never knew he was being recorded. Cash’s next priority.
“Your fall looked intense, I bet it hurt.” Joe said the words as if he cared but his entire focus was on the sack in Cash’s hand. “You know it’s fajitas, right? It’s gonna be all slopped together now.”
Joe grabbed the sack and started for the kitchen on the other side of the apartment. Cash’s bedroom was just past there. The foyer, living room, and a smallish table and chairs were located in the middle of the apartment.
“Yeah? How did you see that? I couldn’t see shit.” Out of nothing but pride, he refused to limp as he made his way to his bedroom.
“I tapped into the night camera option you installed today. I could see you pretty well. Good call on adding those features. I was rooting for you to remember the flashlight, but you didn’t. Your head’s got to be swimming, trying to catch up,” Joe rambled as he took the Styrofoam food containers from the bag.
“When are we getting the surveillance equipment for the landlord’s place?” Cash asked.
“You have to go downtown tomorrow and pick it up. It’s brand-new stuff. They want to train you on the installation,” Joe said, popping a piece of the fajita meat in his mouth.
Cash nodded and flipped on the bedroom light before shutting the door behind him. He looked down at his favorite pair of joggers that now had a gaping hole at the knee. Dammit. He loved the way these fit. They were expensive too. The skid and oozing blood meant nothing compared to losing these pants. The government was paying for this. He’d charge another pair as soon as possible.