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.