Devin Booker Car Novels & Stories

“Okay, fine. You win. But they have to be here early, because I can’t afford to be late. And we’re sticking to the original route, since you’ve got your little Fast and Furious crew accompanying me now.” The chat bubbles popped up almost immediately, and his response came in with a chime. “Aye, aye, captain.” I walked out the front door to the sight of two bulletproof SUVs and a patrol van lined up and waiting for me. Devan leaned on one of the SUVs pressing his phone as I walked towards the cars, and I turned to see his black Mercedes parked a few meters behind. He looked up at me just as I got to the convoy. “You didn’t tell me you would be coming,” I said to him as we got within speaking

“The Valencias will be here in ten minutes. Final checks.” Devin walked over. He wore a black suit—no—tie, shirt unbuttoned just enough to expose the top of the scar that ran along his collarbone. The one Soo-ah remembered seeing in that childhood photo… and in his dreams. “Stick to the plan,” Devin said quietly, his voice low. Soo-ah didn’t answer. Devin’s hand brushed his — accidentally or not, Soo-ah couldn’t tell — and it was like electricity. He stiffened, then turned away.

But I had no time to drown in the drama. That evening, I met Devon behind an old auto shop, the spot he chose for safety. He leaned against the hood of his car, scar catching the dim streetlight, while a few of his men stood nearby. “You called,” he said, his tone calm but watchful. “Yeah.” I crossed my arms, trying to match his steadiness. “I need to know how deep this thing goes. Who Noah’s dealers answer to, where they move, and who protects them. Everything.”

“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…

Evyn added. The Daciana Devils bought a bunch of players after Ryder died and Austin was arrested. However, they haven’t mounted a serious title charge. Not yet. The front door opened, and Maverick walked in just as the streetlights came on outside. “Oh, look, there he is!” Evyn beamed. “I guess I should be going.” Maverick greeted us with a smile. “Yeah, your husband abandoned us at the bar to go home to you.” Evyn gasped. “Oh, I'd better go.”

I was sure glad I wasn’t the one bearing the brunt of them—at least for now. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Axel snarled, turning his head to glare daggers at him. Devyn was in his full biker glory with black leather jackets, boots, gloves, and pants on—add a helmet and he’d be the complete package. His jacket was unzipped, unveiling his divinely assembled abs, and damn, did they make me want to... Fuck, what the fuck are you thinking?! “I won’t repeat myself.” “Shit,” Axel muttered under his breath, realizing that Devyn wasn’t here to play as he finally got off me, giving me the chance to breathe.

The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp. She let the apple fall to the floor with a dull thud and rose, crossing the room until she stood directly before Finn’s photograph. Her eyes traced the sharp lines of his face. “Devil or not,” she whispered, biting her lower lip, “You’re still a man, Dear Devil.” In the Council chamber, the corner of Austin’s mouth twitched as he read the name of Vivica’s lawyer. Ace. “The trial is about to begin, and you’re only telling me her lawyer’s name now?” he growled at Matty.

he said. "Give me some time to think. Right now, my pack isn't ready to face any kind of fight," Viktor said. "Take your time but I want you to say yes," Devan said Viktor didn't react and poured him a glass of wine. Devan brought it and sat next to Viktor. Devan has a big scar from his right cheek to his neck, which no one knows where he got from. Viktor met him only once in this total seven years of their business, he never leaves his pack, this visit is kind of surprising for him.

one of the officers said after showing Devon his barge. "I am sorry, she is not here," Devon said. "Okay," the officer said and walked away. Devon watched them get into their car and drove out of his compound. He went back inside. "Look, you have to leave. Bryce is after you," he said and gave Susan a black card and the key to his four-wheel. "You can't go through the airport. You will have to drive to the next town and book a flight from there," he said. "Use my black card to fuel the car for the journey. I would find you," he said and pecked her forehead.