{"id":255706,"date":"2026-07-13T04:35:19","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T01:35:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/cash-tess-oliver\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T04:35:19","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T01:35:19","slug":"cash-tess-oliver","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/cash-tess-oliver\/","title":{"rendered":"Cash – Tess Oliver"},"content":{"rendered":"
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It was a mindless activity, which worked well with my mood. Esme had me so distracted, I couldn\u2019t focus well on anything. I couldn\u2019t remember ever having a girl invade my thoughts as much as she had. Her scent still lingered on my skin and clothes. All I could think about was having her again\u00b8 touching her, bringing her to climax, hearing her cry out my name.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d come to this town with low expectations, be near the ocean, make some money, help Campbell\u2019s old army buddy and then hop on my bike and move on. Moving on seemed a lot fucking harder now. Ben flipped on the switch, and his dirt-covered front yard lit up with twinkling red and white lights.<\/p>\n

He nodded. \u201cI like it.\u201d He looked at the neighbors to compare, and his light display dimmed in comparison. \u201cSometimes too much of a good thing is just that\u2014 too much,\u201d I suggested. \u201cYou\u2019re right. We\u2019ve got just enough spirit here.\u201d He stared down at me from the porch. \u201cI\u2019ll take you to Frank\u2019s Bar and Grill for a steak and beer as a thank you for your hard work.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI won\u2019t say no to that. Is that the restaurant where Esme works?\u201d \u201cThe very one.\u201d \u201cLet me just shower and change.\u201d *** The restaurant walls were covered with ship\u2019s wheels, fishing nets and paintings of old sailing boats. The smell of grilled meat and buttery lobster made my mouth water. Most of the tables along the tall, tinted windows were filled. A pretty red headed girl met us at the door with menus. \u201cHey, Ben,\u201d she said happily. She made a point of looking me over from head to toe.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho is your friend? Is this the guy everyone has been talking about?\u201d Ben looked at me. \u201cDon\u2019t worry it\u2019s been all good things. This is Cash.\u201d \u201cPleasure to meet you,\u201d she said with a wink. \u201cI\u2019m Maddie. Let me get you two a table.\u201d Some of the faces were already starting to look familiar. A small town made that easy, and it seemed that most of them had stopped eyeing me with fear and suspicion.<\/p>\n

People smiled and nodded as we walked through the restaurant, and while I knew I looked completely out of place amongst them, they seemed to have accepted my presence. I glanced around but didn\u2019t see Esme. Her run in with Clint and her very real concern that her dad and brothers were getting sucked into something dangerous had me plenty worried. I knew too well that when you got into shady business, bad shit, and even murder, happened.<\/p>\n

My biggest concern was making sure Esme was safe without getting mixed up in whatever the hell they were doing.<\/p>\n

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Copyright\u00a9 2014 by Tess Oliver Cover Design by: Nikki Hensley This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer\u2019s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental. All Rights are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.<\/p>\n

1kitap1.com\/en TABLE OF CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 The Barringer Brothers Tess Oliver 1kitap1.com\/en Chapter 1 CASH AS MY BIKE puffed out its last breath of exhaust, I coasted into the gas station. Stupidly, I\u2019d raced right past the last station, not realizing that there would be a hundred mile stretch before the next one.<\/p>\n

There couldn\u2019t have been more than a spoonful of gas left in my tank. I pulled up to the pump. It was one of those deluxe stations, complete with a market and car wash. With the endless, empty miles of highway leading to it, the owner was no doubt rolling in money. I swung my leg over the seat, took off my sunglasses and popped off my helmet. The breeze cooled my head instantly.<\/p>\n

Halfway through my adventure of looking for a place to belong, I\u2019d shaved my hair off out of convenience. The air here was decidedly more coastal. According to my phone, I was only ten miles from Tucker\u2019s Village. A friend, Mick Campbell, a retired Bedlam MC member and an old guy who smoked cigars like other people breathed air, had referred me for the job. Bentley Moore, the man I was to work for, had fought bedside Campbell in Vietnam.<\/p>\n

Campbell had never had any hard feelings toward me after I\u2019d turned in two members for a murder my conscience just couldn\u2019t deal with. And while I\u2019d endured plenty of wrath and a substantial loss of blood, which had included a failed attempt on my life and several beatings that were far worse than anything my asshole father had ever doled out, new club leadership had decided to let it go.<\/p>\n

The two had never been in good standing with the club.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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