3
JACK
I watched varied emotions flick across her face. Shock, arousal, awe, fear, surprise. I could read her easily—she would not be a very good poker player. Fortunately, this helped my cause. But it did surprise me when she stood abruptly, her chair scraping across the wood floor. I, too, stood, of course, and it took the time for her to flee the restaurant to know that I needed to follow. Perhaps I’d pushed her too far. Hell, no. She was going to be mine and the sooner she knew, the better. I had two days. Two f*****g days to get that ring on her finger and my c**k deep inside her. I had to know that while I was pretending to be one of the worst criminals in the territory, that I had something good in my life, something innocent and pure waiting for me. I wouldn’t be gone overlong, a
