She stole a suitcase full of cashâ€”and secretsâ€”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 wasnâ€™t prepared for what he would do to get it back.
I knew I shouldnâ€™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 wouldnâ€™t have met Izzy Lake and fallen for her bad fake accent, her beauty, and her raw vulnerability.
If I donâ€™t get that suitcase back in eight days, Iâ€™ll be spending the rest of my life behind bars.
I need that suitcase. But I need her more.