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)
Cash gave a quizzical glance, his brows coming together, but Cash came off the barstool. He slid his hand down Cash’s arm until their fingers intertwined.
“You sure that’s a good idea here?” Cash asked, actually having to yell as the next song on the jukebox kicked up in beat and volume.
“Who fuckin’ cares?” Dev asked, drawing Cash flush against his body. Regardless of the fast beat of the song, he wrapped an arm around his guy, keeping him close as he swayed.
“The dancing area’s over there,” Cash said as he reared back, cocking his head toward the makeshift dance floor between the sofas on the other side of the room.
“Not for me,” Dev said and tilted his head back to better stare in those alluring eyes. Finally, Cash participated in the sway, nothing more than a simple movement, only designed to keep up with Dev. “Thank you for bein’ there today. You made it easier.”
Cash shook his head and pointed to his ear, showing he couldn’t hear. “It’s too loud.”
Perfect. Dev tightened his arm, drawing Cash closer. He placed his lips next to Cash’s ear. “You’re beautiful.”
Cash reared back, shaking his head. “I don’t think that’s what you said before.”
Dev mimicked Cash’s move, pointing to his ear until Cash leaned into him, placing his cheek against Dev’s. “Yeah, dance with me just like that.”
His lips pressed against Cash’s cheek, a hint of whiskers had begun to form. He liked the gentle scrape against his cheek and days’ old stubble. “So life goes on?”
“Yeah,” Cash said, his lips right at Dev’s ear. He wondered if he could talk his guy into sticking the tip of his sinful tongue into his ear in the same way Cash liked to lick his ass. “Nothing’s changed though. They want you to finish this week off. Same plan as I told you before. You good?”
Relief and happiness surged through him. He reared his head back. Cash did too.
“You stayin’?” Dev yelled.
Cash leaned back into Dev’s ear, his arms tightening possessively around his waist. “With you? Yes. Are you doing okay after today?”
“Fuck yeah. I’ve got four days and then I’m fuckin’ free,” Dev said then leaned back to give his signature wolf howl, loud and happy. Maybe not the best timing but still an all-out Devilman move.
He started to nod then popped his head back as the next song began to play. It was like a sign from wherever Buddha lived. “Body Count. ‘Bowels of the Devil’. My fuckin’ song,” Dev yelled in Cash’s face, who grinned at him. He drew Cash back into a slow sway at the headbanger’s anthem. Life was good. As soon as he never had to step foot inside this building again, life was going to be great.
Chapter 37
The darkness always unleashed the devil in Dev’s soul, creating his own brand of a happy place. These days it came by way of sunshine regardless of the actual time of day. The happiness of his future had given Dev a pep in his step as he entered the clubhouse to have the second official meeting of his presidency.
Second and last.
His chin hit his chest to hide the smile. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Whatever. The sooner he got this meeting done, the quicker he was out of there.
His brothers would want to hang out, drink, and smoke until they passed out then head out in the morning when they woke. With what he had waiting at home, there was no way he was staying a second longer than he had to.
If what he would rather truly mattered, his rather was with the three people waiting in north Fort Worth for him to return. His mother had outdone herself in the holiday decorations department. The girls were on cloud nine, waiting to open the thirty gifts each his mom had left for them.
His boyfriend’s natural elegance fit the home perfectly. So much so—
“Yo, Devilman. What’s good?” a prospect asked.
Dev glanced up then had to squint to take a longer look, trying to remember the guy’s name. He couldn’t and didn’t care, so he offered a fist bump as he passed by. The scene he walked in on took him back in time. The clubhouse was popping. Club whores, prospects, and brothers alike were all there. Some partying, others waiting to party until after the meeting. It used to be exactly like this all the time.
The guys and chicks deserved this good time.
The moment gave him strength even as a weird feeling of loss swept over him.
His father was such a piece of shit for fucking with these men the way he had. Dev didn’t let himself go too far down that rabbit hole of hate. Instead, he gave a whistle, drawing all the attention inside the room. The timing couldn’t be more perfect, the sudden silence came at the same moment Daphne slapped Diesel across the face. The whack vibrated off the walls.