Aaron Cash Dc Novels & Stories

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

He was staring at Aana who was coming out of a room with a bouquet in her hand. "Aana, he is Mr. Aaron the CEO of Aa international company and one of the top billionaires of INDIA. he is the owner of this NGO" One of the ladies introduced Aaron to Aana unaware of their connection. She was so shocked to see Aaron in front of her. The next thing that happened shook both me and Aaron. She went unconscious. Thankfully Aaron held her before she would have fallen.

he asked. “Late is what I am, and I need to go,” I told him, realizing it was nearly dusk. “I hope you get home safe,” I said, walking off. “Wait. There’s a truck at my camp. We don’t use it often as we can’t afford the gas,” he said. This got my immediate attention: “If you can pay for the gas. I’ll take you wherever you need to go. You saved me; let me repay the favor.” He held out his hand and introduced himself as Aaron, and I told him my name.

Cole folded his arms, watching him, not wanting to expose his identity just yet as he moved to stand at the foot of the makeshift hospital bed – which was an old mattress thrown over a wooden bench. “Glad to have you join us, Aaron, we were beginning to get quite impatient. I understand you have a message for us?” Xavier started as he came to stand on one side of the mattress. Jason joined Cole at the foot of the bed while Darrow, Wulfrun and Hallec stood across from Xavier. Aaron swallowed and his hands shook visibly. “I was supposed to make a deal….” he said in a shaky tone. “Let’s hear it,” Xavier replied. Hallec shifted on his feet, causing Aaron to shoot his attention in his direction.

As I fished my wallet out of my jacket pocket and stared down at the slim wad of cash I kept handy, I hesitated. “Don’t pay in cash.” Tristan drawled, “If we don’t make it back, Asher can track us through your card and see that we stopped here. It’s not much, but it’ll give him somewhere to start.” He watched me from where he leaned against the pump. It sat at an odd angle, making it look as though it were going to fall over at any moment. I nodded, erasing my look of surprise when he snorted dryly. The start of a plan unfurled in my mind—one created by the slew of intrusive thoughts that explained in explicit detail the many number of things that could potentially go wrong. Well, at least t

I used to be that person, but I don't know who I am anymore. Up to now, I'm still having a hard time accepting the fact that Aaron worked for the Browns. It's just so shocking, but in a way it all makes sense. All the money he sent home, he didn't get that from an ordinary job. We bought the house, the car I drove to school with. We had enough to pay his lawyers when he was in jail. It was all Brown money. Dirty money.

“Whatever it is you have in mind, make it bigger.” Aaron smirked at the implication of his words. Not just to him, but to the girl involved. So far, his favourite pass-time included thinking up ways to get his girlfriend’s face a permanent shade of red. And he was doing a great job at it. It was only up from here. “Have a good day.” Aaron waved a finger on his way out, definitely in a good mood and ready to pack up for his impending journey to Chicago. Aaron crossed the hallways of the building, headed outside when his phone rang. He took a glance and was shocked at the name displayed. Hell had to be freezing for him to receive such a call.

My voice is casual, almost an afterthought, as if I’m merely musing aloud. “Speaking of stable operations,” I begin, my gaze drifting across the expansive estate, taking in the rolling hills and distant cypress trees, “I overheard an amazing news the other day in New York. About the Ash operations. Aaron seems to be doing quite well managing everything. Getting better and better, in fact.”

A faint smile graced his face, creating an aura of danger that made Ailee immediately grasp Aaron's arm tightly. "Aaron Alison Louvin," the man said Aaron's name in a playful tone. "You finally came too." Aaron didn't show any overreaction. He just stared intently at the man. "Who are you?" The man laughed softly. "Oh? I thought you still remembered me. It would be a shame if you didn't." Edric who was standing slightly behind Aaron squinted. "You're... Daran Cam." Ailee felt even more tension when she heard that name. Aaron didn't answer, but his jaw hardened.