Page 110 of Prince Charming

“I wish for once everything we did wasn’t because of Lawless.”

Jay chuckled from the back.

So did he sometimes. But alas, now was not one of those times.

His old friend and protégé was never far from his mind.

It was Jay’s own sickness to deal with.

On the corner, two blocks down, Marco pulled over and looked around his shoulder. He didn’t always play driver, but tonight he was. “This won’t end well, Jay.” Marco wasn’t talking about the passports. That was nothing but a nice, easy profit. No, his right-hand man meant something else and Jay smiled as he opened the back door. “You worry too much, darling. Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

He stepped out. The black wool coat keeping off most of the Colorado chill as he smiled at the approaching figure. Such long limbs for a sweet thing. Her dark hair slapped around her face. “Well, don’t you look a picture.” He praised as his eyes skimmed over the thigh length dress she wore with a figure-hugging leather jacket.

“You said to dress up.” The girl replied, picking at the zipper.

She didn’t trust him yet, and that was okay. Plenty of time.

“Shall we? Our reservation is at nine.” He held the door open and she slid inside. He followed and instructed Marco to drive off.

So far, Jay’s time in Colorado was going exactly to plan.

He did so love when that happened.

The girl was nervous, and it showed as she squirmed on the seat, keeping her hands in her lap. He smiled to put her at ease.

Jay wasn’t a monster – most of the time – just a man looking to have a nice meal.

“So, Angela. Tell me all about yourself… and don’t leave a single morsel out.”

TWENTY-EIGHT

“A lucky bastard going for the double win.” - Tag

Marianna was passive by nature.

Tag’s domineering and persuasive personality meant he could override her easily.

But why would he insist she came if he knew cops would be here?

Recognizing well known faces from the TV news too.

Her fight or flee instinct was strong, urging her to leave.

But she was already so worried about Tag getting hurt, she didn’t know what to do.

Her two bodyguards stuck close.

For once, she was glad of chaos going on around her.

Tag’s fight was next. Ugh, she felt sick over it.

A hand around her wrist brought her thoughts back. “Don’t get lost in the crowd, babe. Tag would lose his mind.”

“I must leave.” she said in a panicked tone. Snake frowned. “The fight isn’t on yet.”

“I know, but,” she looked at the tattooed male. “I recognize that man from the television, police chief, yes? And that other male, is it a, how you say, man of the law?”

Snake cocked his brow and looked over her head. “Yeah, babe, he’s a D.A.”

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