“Shanna, then we go back to you,” Cash said, leaving the group standing there. “I’ll be your boyfriend. We can keep you safe. Dev can sit this one out.”
Dev pointed a finger at Cash’s retreating back, instantly seething. “Shanna’s not goin’ inside that goddamned club. I’ve listened to the most disgustin’ talk about my sister. Those sick bastards don’t listen to the wordno. She’s not goin’ in.” He flipped around to Shanna. “Our old man boasts about your rack. You aren’t goin’ in there.”
“It’s not your decision,” Cash said dismissively, going for the refrigerator. “Have David and his team follow Dev to pack a bag. He’s out of here.”
“Fuck you all.” Dev looked between the three people, Joe actively getting smaller. “I know what you’re doin’ and it worked. And if you can create the paperwork that gives me full custody and cuts Tena out until she’s well, make that shit happen right now.” Dev twirled around, letting go of a long, exhausted yawn. “I’m hittin’ the sack. You ruinin’ my life exhausts me.”
“Hang on. I’ll go with you,” Cash said, grabbing a bottle of water and shutting the refrigerator door.
“You aren’t goin’ with me. I fuckin’ hate you,” Dev said, never slowing his roll toward the door. “I’d rather take the risk of my old man gettin’ the girls then spend another second more than I have to with you.”
When Dev started to open the front door, Cash lost his shit from the kitchen. “Dammit, Dev. David, arrest him.”
“Oh fuck you,” Dev said and tossed his hands in the air. “Come with me if you have such a hard-on. I got you. I’ll suck it. Five hundred dollars.” He went through the doorway, past the agents loitering in his hall. “I’m chargin’ you all rent for standin’ here. This is bullshit.”
“Shanna,” Cash instructed from somewhere behind him. “Can you go with him until I can get there?”
“Sure thing.”
Dev shoved his key inside his apartment door, walking through without a backward glance. He didn’t bother to shut the door. His privacy was fucked for life.
How the fuck was this ever going to be okay?
Chapter 25
“When are we gonna talk about what you revealed last night?” Shanna asked, barreling into Dev’s apartment. She used all the piss and vinegar Cash had come to expect from a Fox family member. He centered himself, anticipating this exchange, and shut the lid to his laptop, not wanting anyone to see his current viewing choices.
He raked a hand over his tired face. Tension-filled exhaustion was a bitch. In lieu of having this conversation last night, Shanna had chosen to go home for a few hours to get some rest. Hopefully, she’d gotten some.
Cash on the other hand had personally outfitted Dev’s apartment and bedroom with cameras and listening devices. Then opted to be the one who stayed in Dev’s living room for the night in hopes that the biker felt more comfortable with him being there than he would David.
He spent the rest of the early morning hours completing reports, updating his superiors on the change in circumstances. Both his superiors inside the local DEA office who he lied to, saying he’d worked his way into becoming Dev’s boyfriend. Then to the superiors who mattered, telling the AG’s office the truth.
Luckily, without too much difficulty last night, Shanna and Joe had agreed to hold his secrets until he had time to explain. As much as Shanna wanted those few minutes to be right now, they had to get Dev wired and out of the house to see if the biker truly planned to cooperate. They’d follow Dev’s every move, both by the visual and audio equipment he’d wear, as well as the GPS tracking devices on all his vehicles.
The next seventy-hours were crucial in showing whether Dev was going to cut it as an informant. The biker was so damned volatile, making it hard as hell to predict what might happen from here. Regardless of the reassurance he had given his superiors about the role Dev committed to play.
He’d gotten kudos for taming the famous Devilman, a celebrity in the world of law enforcement. If they only knew Dev’s current activity inside his bedroom.
“Can’t you make him stop?” Joe asked, following Shanna into the apartment with all the same frustration. His own eyes red-rimmed from exhaustion, Joe held handfuls of surveillance equipment. He dumped the contents on the small kitchen table Cash worked from. “He’s insane. He has no sense of dignity.”
“What?” Shanna asked. Her full focus landed on Dev’s shut bedroom door.
“At least he’s finally kept the door closed,” Cash muttered, understanding exactly what Joe was talking about. His attention going to the equipment Joe had dropped there. The days of a wire and recorder strapped to someone’s chest were long gone. Cash fingered the necklace that had a hidden camera and listening device in its design.
“What’s he doing?” Shanna asked again.
“You haven’t seen? Thank goodness. I wondered what you thought,” Joe said, looking at the closed door with Shanna. “He’s been naked since the minute he hit the apartment. He dances with his junk on full display in front of the cameras then jacks off to a bunch of drawings. He’s done it three times now. He’s crazy.”
Cash appreciated Joe leaving out Dev’s preferred place to rub one off had been the living room close to where Cash sat. What Joe and Shanna didn’t seem to understand and Cash knew as the truth was that Dev was putting the show on for Cash. Determined to toy with him. Get embedded under his skin, and it worked. He’d been riveted to the show.
Shanna gave a disgusted huff and stomped toward his bedroom door, banging hard with her fist.
“What?” Dev asked in that fire-breathing tone he used so well. The door flew open. Of course he was still nude. No other person on the planet was as free with their body as Dev.
When he saw Shanna, his bravado changed in a second. He dropped his hands to cover his junk. It didn’t work. Dev was a hanger as well as a grower. Cash’s lip twitched, but he held back any other expression.
“Put some fucking clothes on. You’re embarrassing me,” she demanded. Her hands flew in the air in a disgusted lift. “Why’s every member of my family so weird?”
