But back to his point. At some point, somebody on the Disciples’ payroll was going to figure shit out, and that was the day Cash would lose his life.
So yeah, Dev planned to keep things fucked up all the time. Technically, that was his specialty.
Dev tried to move his arm from Cash’s hold. Fire flashed through his green gaze.
“No, sir.” Cash’s expression turned fierce. He used his brawn to hold Dev in place. The theme behind about seventy-five percent of their sex. Which helped explain the weakness in his knees and the firming of his cock even at being toldno.
“Tell me what you did and how you did it.” From the firm set of Cash’s strong jaw, to the penetrating green gaze, to the sweep of those stray chestnut-colored locks that refused to be tamed, this handsome man spoke straight to Dev’s heart.
He also understood nothing but the truth was going to appease his honorable secret agent man.
Okay, he’d give him what he asked for. The whole truth.
“You’re unstable and off track in how you’re runnin’ this case,” Dev said plainly. “Those dreams are fuckin’ with your reasonin’ ability. I’ve done what I had to do to keep you safe.”
Cash pushed him against the wall, a hand encasing his jaw. A knee pushed between his parted thighs. Not in a good way. His pretty boy wasn’t going for a thigh to cock massage, which was Dev’s favorite, but instead, the knee was posed to lift. The threat was real.
“I was here with you all night. You turned your phone over to Joe. How were you involved?” Cash asked, inches from Dev’s face.
Maybe he shouldn’t have smirked. The fault rested with his free-for-all facial tics that he’d never tried to control before. They just happened.
Another thing on the long list of shit he needed to work on.
“Kiss me and I’ll tell you,” Dev countered, proving he couldn’t read a room.
Cash growled. An actual growl.
“If I tell you, is it part of my immunity? You cleared my record, right?”
Cash’s hand dropped. The force he used to hold Dev in place was lost. Instead of saying the words aloud, Dev stuck his head back inside the bathroom, looking up at the ceiling. His pretty boy followed his gaze.
Cash’s brow furrowed as he inspected the ceiling. “I don’t want it boarded up. If we need an escape route, that’s it, but where is it?” Cash went fully inside the bathroom and lifted a hand, pushing against the different connected tiles.
Seriously, how did Dev ever manage to hold his load? He couldn’t wait a second longer for Cash to figure it out on his own. “The give is in the far corner.” He waited at the door and nodded toward the back of the shower. Cash went there and used the heel of his palm, giving several heavy hits until the ceiling section popped out.
“So it leads to the attic and down to the street?” Cash asked, staring up into the dark attic.
“No, I go up. The cameras didn’t catch me because of the bad weather. I jumped to the neighbor’s roof and have an old pickup parked down the street at all times,” Dev explained.
“You went to see Cummings?” Cash asked, his steely stare shifting to Dev.
“Fuck no,” he said then shook his head for good measure. “I never want to see that sorry motherfucker again.” Dev had stayed out of the actual ending of Cummings’s life. He wouldn’t have made it so easy for the guy. The sorry motherfucker deserved to be tortured for the way he treated his kid, wife, and Keyes.
“So what happened?” Cash asked.
“Badass car accident. Fuckin’ ice. It’s a killer. Right?”
Cash stared at him.
Dev lifted a shoulder. “Ice is a bitch to drive on. It’s different from snow.”
Based on the dancing vein in Cash’s temple, Dev supposed the agent’s blood pressure was rising. Dev bet he had a pill for that stashed away somewhere and started toward the locked cabinet where he had his illegal drug stash. Cash needed to calm his ass down.
Chapter 3
“Wait. Don’t leave.” Cash stopped Dev’s retreat from the bathroom.
What outlaw biker with a rap sheet as long as Dev’s wouldn’t have an escape route in place? Cash got it. He’d even scouted the place for a point of exit and hadn’t found one. He figured Dev was more of a guns-a-blazing kind of guy.
