Devin Booker Car Novels & Stories

Devon blurted out instantly. I closed my eyes briefly. He was such a big idiot. The board members exchanged confused looks immediately. Devon kept talking before anyone could interrupt him. “He’s been acting suspicious for weeks,” he continued quickly. “He suddenly became stronger overnight and Caleb has been helping him hide things.” “Hide what exactly?” one of the female board members asked sharply. “A spell book,” Devon answered immediately. “Or pieces of one.” I genuinely regretted not strangling him earlier. The older board member looked toward me finally. “Lucien Ashen,” he said calmly. “Would you like to explain what exactly Mr. Beaumont is rambling about?”

I didn’t realize badass biker men did that kind of thing. Booker climbed in beside me and started the engine while I buckled up. He didn’t say anything as he guided the truck away from Arbor Lodge and I took a moment to take in his ride. It was new with all the bells and whistles, so to speak. Leather seats, wood inlay, and a kick-ass stereo system… at least it looked like a kick-ass stereo system. It was currently off. About ten minutes passed and I had about all the silence I could handle. “Your real name’s not Booker, is it?” He glanced at me and shook his head before focusing on the road again. “Are you going to tell me your real name?”

" One of the street cameras was able to capture the driver, and it turns out..." He slid another photo to me." Blossom Ross was the driver, goes by the nickname Blox." I glanced over the two photos." Same man on the video." Oliver nodded. " Did you get anything on him?" I asked. " I did a little background check. He has a criminal record. A few robberies and one rape. He has only one living relative, his mother. She's a cripple and resides in Delaware." I shook my head in pity, poor woman. She won't get to see her son again once I get my hands on him.

I stared at him with my mouth slightly opened, seeing how seemingly calm he still was despite what was happening. He was basically interrogated by the father of her lover! I don’t know what’s more intimidating than that. For me, that is most intimidating. But maybe not for him. He’s called the devil incarnate in business after all. He must have seen and heard the worst. But still… “But I assume talking about my relationship with your daughter is not why you have responded to my invitation to have a meeting with you, Mr. Peterson, isn’t it?” Sir Troy continued when the latter did have nothing to say.

Devlin is looking for a way to escape his grandfather's control, he doesn't want to be a cop, he has his career, which is Gunner electronics corporation. “Master! You must stop the vehicle before we report it to the sheriff. Running away is not a good way, you will be punished for it.” - an officer said loudly into the speaker of the police car so that Devlin could hear, but that didn't stop him, Devlin seemed to have ignored everything.

Just hope that it will work out in the end, and not like the one I had with that beast named Devin. Sometimes, I wonder why his name is DEVIN and not DEVIL! I have learned from Darin that Devin here is a business associate of his father. Poor Darin! He does not know anything about what his dear daddy does for a living. Benjamin! That man is no less though. I hate everyone who is related with him. Even me, myself.

Or should I call for someone else, considering it looks like he's already got a predisposed liking to the perp. Ransom's face flashes with an anger I've never seen, and preferably don't ever want to see again. "First of all, he's not a perp. His name's Devante. He's my brother's partner - he's a first responder just like us, and he's a fuckin' human being. I've known him since he moved here, and I've never even seen him speed. I know y'all were outfitted with the same dash cams as us. So I want you to show me. Run it back and show me where he made those traffic violations." He stands, feet spread apart.

She looked at me and excitement exploded in her eyes, “…maybe we can be partners!” There was a lot going on and adding training to my already hectic schedule looked to be a terrible idea, but it was the one thing—other than lying in bed all day with Asher, which relieved any sort of stress. “I’ll make sure I’m there. I just have a few things to do today.” I promised not only the two of them, but myself. The place where Devin lost his life was deep within the forest. An obvious trail of blood, guts, and disheveled dirt led us to where Asher and Zeke were standing.

My voice was hoarse, but steady. “And how do you know London?” Axel added. Devon stepped back, theatrically wiping his hands. His tone turned to that of a storyteller, almost giddy. “Since you asked…” He turned in a slow circle, addressing everyone like it was a grand reveal onstage. “Ladies and gentlemen… my real name is Devon Blackwood. The true heir to the Blackwood empire before this bastard—” he nudged Axel again with his boot, “—murdered my father and stole everything. You wicked monster! You didn't even consider that the woman you killed in cold blood was the mother of your child?”

“Cricket, you were telling me about your hacker friend. This guy trustworthy?” “He’s a Dog,” she said. “Who cares if the guy fucks around, is he any good?” Clutch asked. “She means he’s with the Dogs of Fire, dickhead,” I said. “I swear to God, it’s not too late to pull the plug on you. I can get Doc Gardner back in here and make him do it. He likes me.” “Booker is the best,” Cricket said, ignoring Clutch. “I can call him now, if you like. What do you want to know?”