Aaron Cash Dc Novels & Stories

“Mr. Aaron Duvbyk, you’re under arrest for the possession and dealings of Heroine. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you can’t afford one, one would be provided for you by the court.” As the officers raised him off the floor and pushed him away, Aaron stopped beside him and asked. “How did you find me?” “I.P address Smart ass. Guess you got too comfortable and didn’t bother masking it.” He smirked. “That’s what you get for almost making me lose my fucking job.” Before Aaron could respond, he was moved away. “Inform Ms. Crawford that the arrest had been made and please, for the love

And before I could press it, a second DM arrived from the new account, just three words, no punctuation, the specific messiness of someone typing fast because they were scared of losing the window. *Aaron's porch light.* I looked up at Aaron. His jaw was tight, his eyes wet, his composure held together by the thinnest possible margin. "He's been there," I said softly. "He's seen the light." Aaron took one breath that wasn't entirely steady. "Accept it," he said roughly. I pressed accept. And the next message that came through wasn't for me at all. *Tell him I'm in the parking lot. Blue hoodie. I've been here for an hour and I can't make my feet work. Tell him to come to me because I can't ma

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!”

I closed my eyes for a brief second, thanking God that Justin was still standing. "And Damien?" The name felt strange on my tongue. Aaron’s hand briefly paused its rhythmic circles on Leo's back. He looked down at the baby and then back up at me. "He left the streets," Aaron said, his voice entirely devoid of malice or triumph. It was just a fact. "He is sitting on the board of Empire Group now, working with Richard." I stared at Aaron, completely stunned. It was just like what Aaron had told me once. He had gone back to Richard. He had given up the club.

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, who had already been worn out from filming a show earlier that day, started to doze off at the table. Right before he drifted into sleep, he murmured to Anson, “When my new album drops, don’t forget the cash gifts…” Typical Aaron.