Money Devils 2 Audiobook Novels & Stories

“That should be—” “One hundred thousand dollars.” The voice wasn't high pitched like the rest of the men. It was low, but laced with power. “One hundred thousand dollars?” The MC hollered. Even he was shocked. Who the hell is that? Just as I turned, my eyes met his. The Devil.

“What the hell are you yapping about?” “Ho – me. Ho – me. Go.” The nurse was intrigued and walked toward the old man. “Oh my God. We haven't been able to get him to talk. This is a miracle!” Devon huffed and said, “Yeah, whatever. I've got a fucking life to live.” Then he walked out.

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Like even taking it had to feel like resistance. Her eyes scanned the screen. I watched the exact moment confusion turned into focus. Then into something sharper. Her brows pulled together. Her lips parted slightly. She read, and read, and read. Good. Let it sink in. “Alfredo Gonzalez,” she muttered under her breath. “Seven million?” Her head snapped up. “You gave someone seven million dollars?” Her voice climbed in disbelief and anger. She was very predictable. “He asked for it,” I replied. “That’s not,” she cut herself off, dragging a hand through her hair. “That’s not how this works. You don’t just hand out millions like...like candy to people who can’t pay it back!”

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

Chapter 11: Delusional Man DEVON'S P.O.V “Are you listening to me?” Damn. As much as I wanted to talk back and curse him for slapping me and depositing his cum inside me, I can’t. I don’t have the energy to read someone today. People are gawking at us. I mean, what would I expect? We are at the finest restaurant in town, and the man in front of me keeps on nagging. “Tone down your voice, Angelo. You are catching attentions—”

Summer is coming up and I have A LOT of family plans for the next 3/4 months. I will be bringing new books out, but none will be Part 3 of this one. I hope you can all understand. I have taken down the snippet of the chapter regarding Chris being released on bail as it leaves this book on a cliff hanger. This book now officially ends with Roman Proposing and Alex accepting. So, to sum up. I will be releasing more books but for now, there are no plans for Part 3 of The Deviant CEO. I'm sorry.

I started applying again for other jobs but didn’t get any replies. It was Friday night and I was freaking out. How could I just move from my hometown without getting a job first? How could I really just on my savings when all I had left after Kevin was not enough to make a living for a month in a small town, let alone in a big city. I was almost pulling my hair from my head when my phone rings. It was an unknown number. As soon as I pick up, a familiar deep voice asked “Am I talking to Elena Moore?”

He asked taking notice of his big it was. "Twenty million dollars." I said as Keith's mouth dropped. He points at the bag but the shifted it to me aggressively. "So a fucking stranger gets twenty million dollars and not your brother?" He lamented. "Pipe down. I collected this money from Devon, in your name." I confessed as Keith stood up. "You what?" He bellowed. "Keep your voice down." I bit down my tongue as I stared him down. Keith still looks unhappy but forces himself to sit.