Aaron Cash Dc Novels & Stories

He pauses briefly, then he looks away from me to Tony, and he stares at him as he and the guy he's with walk up to us. "Hey." He says to me, completely ignoring Tony. "What are you doing here?." I demand. Before he can say anything Tony extends his hand to Aaron. "Anthony Barker, a friend of Yasmine's. And you are?" "Aaron Ashgroove." He takes Tony's hand, and shakes it. "A very good friend of Yasmine's." "Hold on, you mean Aaron Ashgroove- of Ashgroove Enterprises?" "The one and only." For a second I watch Tony gather his bearings, and I think I might actually witness him begin to fangirl. But he composes himself and shakes Aaron's hand with more vigor.

Aaron said before closing the door to Alicia's room. "Yes, sir?" "Please prepare my cheque book and write down the amount of 50,000 dollars and hand it to me for my signature." Aaron said and closed the door to his room. The assistant who was usually called Toni frowned. "The 50,000 is for what purpose, sir, sorry if I'm presumptuous for asking. Because it's not like you usually issue cheques at night?" Aaron stopped walking and looked back, "You're right! You are very presumptuous indeed! Just prepare what I want! Do you understand?"

I pushed open the door of my office, and there stood Aaron beside my chair, close to the window, in a pair of blue suits and trousers, already waiting for me. He looked all dressed and ready for his day at the office. Ever since Hart Company officials moved over to the States last month, Aaron has not been involved in running it. He’d been more dedicated to his research and to finding a way out of his fate, and the little time he had left he spent on me. Seeing him all dressed up was an alluring sight. “Good.” She sounded excited. “See you there then, and have a nice day.” “You too.” I slipped my phone into my bag and approached my seat, where Aaron stood beside me. “What are you doing here?

Aaron didn’t know which was worse. Aaron's eyes drifted to what he believed was his evidence laying on the table. Stack of files, photographs, and reports. All that he had gathered for weeks now thanks to Cassandra. “Let’s get down to business,” Aaron said, barely able to withhold his thrill. “I can’t wait to see you rot behind bars.” He pulled out a crumpled photo and slid it across the table, his finger tapping the image slightly. “I bet you know who this man is.” Dante barely glanced down before answering, “No.”

After a quick shower, I get dressed for what is going to be a long day ahead. After a quick coffee, I head back onto the road before any of the guys can see me leave the house. After hours of driving I finally find myself back at the diner. Waitress ~”Hey Aaron, you alone today?” Aaron ~”Yes got some business to sort out.” Waitress ~”What can I get you?” Aaron ~”What the heck, get me a beer.” Waitress ~”Sure coming right up.” Aaron ~”Can I ask you a question?” I take the photo of my mom out of my pocket and show it to her.

The door flies open, and Christian is fuming. “You’re arresting me!” he bellows at the top of his voice. I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. “Uh… I…. What?” “He is talking to me Ash.” Daryl mutters. Christian was red in the face as he glared at Daryl, but for some reason he wasn’t moving forward, like he couldn’t get through the open door. “House arrest Christian.” “You fucker!” “Now now Christian, it is for your own good!”

Asher Blackwood. *** Detective Fred Monroe was just about to unwrap his sandwich when the door to his office swung open with a loud creak. His junior, Officer Stevens, burst in, his face flushed with urgency. Fred sighed, putting down his lunch with a resigned look. He could already tell that his meal was about to be interrupted.

The guy standing beside him–a broad-shouldered man Jake didn't recognize–watched with wide eyes while chugging a beer. Jake pinched his thigh from his pocket as he shifted his weight between feet impatiently. The entire situation just felt too humiliating. Like he was some teenager receiving an allowance, and not a grown man handing over drug money. Aaron finally finished counting after what felt like forever. He picked the other stacks, tapping them against his palm before slowly nodding. "Looks right," he muttered as he puffed a cloud of smoke from his pursed lips. Jake resisted the urge to tell him to count it again as Aaron took a long drag from his cigarette before dropping down from th

Charlotte nodded and went upstairs to get dressed. Azraiel fished out his phone from his pocket and texted one of his men, James, who had been searching for Austin Jones and Emmanuel Reed. Any news? I visited the clubs and bars Austin used to frequent. He hasn’t been at any of them in the last six months, James replied. Okay. Keep looking. Set a trap if you need to. But I need to know what he has been planning. Yes, Alpha. Azraiel had thought about using Boris, the banished wolf from the Blood Moon pack, as a spy to know about Austin’s plans. But he didn’t know if he could trust that wolf. He was a criminal, after all.

Aaron didn’t go to the hospital after coming from the dungeon instead he went home and took a cold shower, washing everything from his body after the hectic day. He sat in his balcony taking a deep breath before he light up his cigar. Aaron release a puff from his mouth before he was able to think, everything in the past months, was not just hectic but drastic and if he wants his family to live in peace with the chaos he needs to clear all obstacles. Aaron took another deep smoke when he remembered what Daniel told him earlier, he immediately released the smoke then stood up as he quench his cigar and walk to his study with his bare chest showing from his loose robe.