Joaquin Phoenix Johnny Cash Novels & Stories

After all, it was supposed to be a three-for-all. No, three’s a crowd. The bottom line was: Carter couldn’t remember and that made him an idiot and a loser. The very bottom line? If the images were reality, not the blurred imaginings of an alcohol stupor, Jack Donohue was a dead man. Cash had something up his sleeve. Gemma couldn’t put her finger on it, but he was acting…nervous. Which set her on edge. Cash was the most unflappable man she’d known. Well, he was even-keeled outside of the bedroom, at any rate.

Hopefully Phoenix would be able to pay him later. I quietly giggled at the thought. I found out that Morning lost all of Phoenix's money to a scale earlier. Phoenix had took a long time to save all that money so it wasn’t like he was rolling in money. Carter would most likely have a ride awakening when he found out. The only options he would have then would be to accept a low pay or hand around more. And I wouldn’t mind him hanging around. I had never seen a jaguar shifter like him before and he was a very interesting person. I could understand why Oisin enjoyed finding new things now.

I asked him as I shook his hand. “The one and only. Lexie has told me so much about you and it is a pleasure to finally meet you.” Cash now said and I raised my eyebrow wondering what Lexie had told him about us. “Lexie has spoken to you about me?” I asked him curiously what she had told him. “Yes, she told me everything. Even the part where you killed Stephen with your bare hands in front of her.” Cash said as he gave me a smile and I knew his whole façade was an act.

I said as I got in the cab of Johnny's truck, we were taking his big rig because of how many cases of ammo that was supposed to be exchanging hands, but they wouldn't be, that ammo was ours now. "Shut up, dude!" He shouted as we got on I-35 westbound, I pulled up my beanie and sunglasses and told Johnny I was gonna get some rest, to which he said he'd wake me up when we get to El Paso. I fell asleep in the cab and woke up in my plane of hell, Jack sitting there using souls in the pit as target practice. "Having fun there?" I said as I grabbed a drink from our mini-fridge and threw a beer at his head, he caught it and set down his gun to drink.