Chaos (Tattoos and Ties Duet #3) Read Online Kindle Alexander

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Tattoos and Ties Duet Series by Kindle Alexander
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Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 132031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
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“Pfft.” Dev refused to look at him while effortlessly brushing off his reasoning. “They’ll see cop a mile away.”

“You didn’t,” Cash shot back at the ridiculous notion. No officer wore clothes as expensively made as his. Dev’s foreboding single brow arched, his jaw set. His gaze cut to Cash.

“I was preoccupied,” he replied harshly. “But I was figurin’ you out. I’d’ve gotten there.”

“Dev’s right. You can’t go in like that,” Shanna said. “We’ve got to tweak your wardrobe and possibly your story. You and Dev don’t make sense. We’re used to people trying to slum it. Dev would be up for that. The club understands that mentality. Even revels in it. When Dev brought Holly around, the brothers lost their shit. It’s a notch on the bedpost thing. But they know a relationship is never going to work out.”

She made sense.

“How do you know about Holly?” Dev asked Shanna. His eyes narrowed as he glanced over at Cash, figuring it out on his own.

Shanna gave that signature Fox eye roll. The one that said her brother was the stupidest guy in the room. Cash found immense pleasure out of all these little truth bombs of knowledge erupting on top of Dev and his awful attitude. “You can’t believe someone like her would just fall for a guy who refuses to make a commitment and lives their life on the streets,” Shanna countered. “Of course, she was DEA.”

“What the fuck? She was a speed freak,” Dev shouted as if saying it louder made it more believable. “You want to know where your product went? Up her nose. I couldn’t keep up.”

Cash nodded, knowing everything the biker said was true. Holly currently sat in a mandatory inpatient rehab for the addiction she’d developed while on the job. “Right. She’s off the team. So what do I need to change about my clothing?”

“Everything,” Dev started, disgusted over Holly. “And if you could grow a vagina, that would help.”

“You need to grunge it up,” Shanna answered, ignoring her brother, eyeing Cash closely. “Not wealthy grunge but don’t try to look like a brother. Normal people streetwear.”

“Okay. I’ll go shopping…” Cash started and Dev cut him off.

“No, you’ll never figure it out on your own.” He spoke as if Cash were the dumbest person on the planet. Another irritating family trait. “We’ll go shoppin’ this afternoon. Pick me up at two o’clock at the ink parlor, drive that fancy car. We need to be seen together and my old man is usually in the bike shop in the afternoon. Another brother’ll probably be lurkin’ around. I gotta go and start cancelin’ appointments. I should just start writin’ the negative reviews myself. Goddamn that shit pisses me off. I want to up my payment from the government. No, I want to add a condition to my terms. I want the government to delete all my negative reviews on every platform and keep ’em off for five years. It’s only fair.”

Cash laughed at the perfect comedic swerve. Dev had all the confidence in the world for someone looking at decades behind bars if he didn’t do what was requested of him.

“Joe, show him what he’s wearing,” Cash said, pointing to the surveillance equipment on the table. He tuned Joe out as he reached for Dev’s new cell phone. In the wee hours of the morning, all of Dev’s vehicles had been outfitted with the best tracking equipment available. They would hear every word the biker said and those of the people around him. They’d also be able to ride along on every trip he took.

Cash waited until Joe stopped speaking to hand over the cell phone. “You need to find an excuse that people will believe as to why you’re backing off the ink parlor. Whatever you say, make it believable. I think the girls’ situation is a valid reason, but you decide what’s best. We’ll touch base with you about midday. I’ll be in the parking lot at two o’clock sharp.”

“Gotcha, bacon,” Dev said, pocketing his cell phone. He grabbed the keys to his bike off the entryway table and left the three of them staring after him. Cash eyed Dev closely. The insults were expected, but Dev cooperating so easily left suspicions.

“I want all his movements, every word captured. If anything is off, I don’t care what it is, I want to know,” Cash said.

Cash left the apartment. David was on Dev detail today. They’d watch from the street and take action if needed. At least for the next few hours, he had to trust the plan, but first, he needed sleep if he was going to be on his toes when he met Dev at two.

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Motherfucker.

Dev’s pissed off levels were getting the best of him. He had to focus on something other than all this raging anger clouding his best judgment.


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