Devin Booker Car Novels & Stories

That it wasn’t worth the drive down there and back, just for a small appointment. I actually hated him for how he was treating our daughter, and I hated him for making me miss important things like this. She was in Forks, hours away from family and friends, going to important appointments alone. I’d never forgiven him. I sat down on the sofa and just carried on reading my book. The men were talking about something completely uninteresting to me and watching something.. Once again, completely uninteresting. My phone started buzzing and when I looked I saw it was Alex calling.

I took a sip and asked if neither of them wanted a glass. “Boss, we're working.” Finn interjected. “Mmmhmm, alright.”. “Tell me, Finn, do you have enough detail on Devon?”. “Yes, the driver he contacted upon arrival is on our side.” I smiled. “How's that enough?” “We know Devon to be thorough; if we have his driver, we have a close proximity to his location, and if there's another thing we know, Devon trusts his drivers; hence he tends to use just one for his missions, and old habits die.

They played in a loop, a sinister lullaby. She didn’t have time to dwell. A black car waited near the runway, idling like it knew her name. The driver—silent, built like a boxer, face unreadable—opened the door without a word. Inside the car was a leather folder. Her name etched on the cover in silver ink. She opened it cautiously. OPERATION: VELVET DAGGER Target: Viktor Novák. Czech arms financier. Connected to Serrano’s European network. Allegedly supplies weapons to breakaway factions in Eastern Europe and West Africa.

“Get Devin.” -

They can help me find out who’s behind the strawberry incident. My car makes a sudden halt in front of the lounge, it’s massive. Devon’s black sedan is already waiting for me, he comes out of his car wearing a light cashmere sweater, his light dark hair slightly wet as if he just came out of the shower. “You made it.” My voice is hell bright, Devon eyes me wistfully before making his way into the lounge, it reeks of cocktails and money. Devon leads me to the elevator and he presses the secret button that takes us down.

I said, smiling at him. If there was one comfort in all of this, it was that Ezra was safe away from the evils of Blacktree. They would never get their claws in him again. He would be safe here. “Hey, while you were with Ezekiel, did you ever come across someone named Devon? He’s about 6’4, pale skin, shaggy brown hair, and has a jagged scar on his right cheek?” Ezra squinted in concentration as he thought for a moment before nodding slowly.

I finished in exasperation. He was mute for a minute or two, as he paced around the four corners of the room in deep thoughts. "Devan, you said." He muttered, as cold ran down my spine. I had divulged Devan's name already. What a big fool that I was! I had played Devan, into Cullen's palms. "I didn't say that." I lied. "Devan Barker... Why would he set my car on fire? I thought I was the good guy."

She just stepped aside and let me see. The car parked outside stole the air from my lungs. It was sleek, black and obnoxiously expensive. A Bugatti. My vision blurred. “No,” I whispered. “No… that can’t be...” “That’s him,” I said louder, my voice cracking. “That’s Derrick.” Devon went rigid beside me. “You’re sure?" “I’m sure,” I said, my heart pounding painfully. “He loved that car more than anything. More than me. It's him, Devon! What's he doing here? "

“Too long.” Devon shifted his seat back, making more room in front of him before lowering the head-rest. And then he reached for his pants, unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper before sliding it off to his knees, along with his briefs. He then reached into his glove compartment and took out a condom, unwrapping it and putting it on himself slowly, as if he was putting on a show for me. Fuck! He was big. And I wasn’t exactly a pro at having sex in a car…that too for the first time…