King

She stole a suitcase full of cash—and secrets—from a king of the Las Vegas underworld. 

Then she stole his heart. 


It was too tempting to pass up. 


A suitcase full of cash. A new identity already burning a hole in my wallet. 


So I did it. I took the money and ran.


I had no idea the money belonged to a king of the Las Vegas underworld.


And I definitely wasn’t prepared for what he would do to get it back.


***


I knew I shouldn’t have let a drug addict ex-grunt pick up that suitcase, even if he was my best friend. 


I should never have agreed to be the one to get the suitcase back.


Then I wouldn’t have met Izzy Lake and fallen for her bad fake accent, her beauty, and her raw vulnerability.


If I don’t get that suitcase back in eight days, I’ll be spending the rest of my life behind bars.


I need that suitcase. But I need her more.