Devin Booker Car Novels & Stories

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? "

While Liam and I had been together since the start we couldn't say the same for the others. Devon was 5'11" with black hair, dark brown eyes and olive skin, skinny as a rail despite the amount of food he ate. He was our sniper. He was extremely agile and moved with almost no sound, he reminded me of a cat. He had a very logical nature to him, and had previously done insurance adjustment work. Blessed with a very mathematical mind he was always calculating the odds prior to a mission. Out of all of us he was probably the most rational, stoic one, with the innate ability to out argue any of us no matter the topic. He had joined up with us almost right away and had become an important asset to

She couldn't react properly to what he said. "Call my name... Jenny." Jenny is crazy crazy Deny. The man didn't even care anymore about the pain that was still in his ribs. The young man was more focused on Jenny who was moving fidgeting and sighing! Whatever it is..., if only Deny died after what happened to him. Maybe, anything can happen, right. Maybe it will happen soon Hah..., again no one will know. Except author. POV author took part a little. Hehehe.

River said and Devren stepped out of the house but looked back at him. “No, I can't ever, that is I don’t care. B-blood is---” Devren tried to say and walk away but River held his arm and stopped him from going. “Can you just tell me what else do you need? I need to work on something!” Devren said. River could not answer him right away, River stayed silent while holding his arm and as he was about to speak a white vanquish Aston martin park suddenly in front of the house that made River lose grip on Devren’s arms.

I only managed to nod and watch him walk towards the door where Devin stood with a grimace on his face. Oh no. Knox smirked at Devin mockingly. 'Just go,' I silently wished. They're like two beasts ready to bite each other's neck off if one makes a move. “Nice meeting you,” Knox offered his hand, “I'm Knox Collins.” “I don't care,” Devin growled. “Griff,” I whispered to my son who was looking up at the two huge figures in front of him. Knox chuckled, “I'll see you later, Sweetheart.” He called out to me before pulling open the door and disappearing as it closes.

"Yes I have, is she your girlfriend?" "What! No", Devin said laughing before reaching into his pocket for his keys. "Let's go, we don't wanna be late and oh, vanessa you look wonderful" I didn't have time to say thanks because he walked past us and we followed fast on his trail. I suppose he really doesn't wanna be late for this party. A party that I was attending as well. He probably knows half the people that was gonna be there. I got into Devin's car and his brother got into his. It was a white Benz with a somewhat quirky painting on the car door. I guess he really wanted his car to stand out.

The taller of the two, built like a linebacker, stepped forward and rapped his knuckles against the driver’s window. “Step out,” the man ordered, his voice flat, impersonal. Devon killed the engine, took the case of money in his right hand, and pushed the door open. He moved slowly, deliberately, making sure they saw the case but nothing else. His left hand stayed loose and relaxed at his side—non-threatening, but ready for whatever came next. He felt their eyes scanning him, looking for any hidden bulges, any sign of a threat. He was a book they were trying to read, and he needed them to believe the pages were blank.

She was somewhere in the shadows of the fourth floor, invisible and lethal. Devon and I waited on the fifth level, the Maybach parked in the corner like a beast crouched in the dark. He stood beside the driver's door, his posture deceptively relaxed, one hand in the pocket of his overcoat where I knew he kept a compact pistol. I stood a step ahead of him, because this was my play. Messner needed to see me first—the woman he'd helped frame, the ghost he thought he'd buried. "You're sure about this," Devon said. It wasn't a question.

“No, it’s just... I’ve noticed how you two are around each other. He cares about you, probably more than he realizes. And that’s good for you, because he’s the most sincere one in the house.” I didn’t know how to respond, so I said nothing, keeping my eyes on the path ahead. “Just... be careful with him, okay?” Neel continued, his voice soft and emotional. “Dev’s been through a lot. He hides it well, but he’s carrying more than any of us know.” “I’ll be careful,” I promised, my mind spinning with Neel’s words. Had Dev said something to him? Across the block was a quaint, nearly deserted bookstore nestled between a coffee shop and an antique store. The wooden sign above the entrance swayed sl