Literally left holding the bag after a botched underworld deal, I know I’m gonna do time. Two years as it turns out. But spotting her moments before I’m grabbed. As we slam into each other for what I hope won’t be the last time…I see our future in her eyes, and in her belly. The babies I instantly know we have to have together. And if she can keep this bag I’m carrying. Keep it safe. Keep it a secret. Then our future is gonna be golden. But there’s more at stake than just the loot. I crossed a line that night. Pissing off the wrong people by helping myself to their cash, and falling so hard for a younger, heavy-set girl so hot I think I just passed the earth’s core. Two years apart is an eternity. And I only learn just how much danger I’ve put her in the day I make parole. I should’ve claimed her on the spot, should’ve done things a thousand different ways. But I’m out now. And I’m coming for what’s rightfully mine. I just hope I can get to her, and the bag before they do.