I’m the Jackpot of all Men. The Jackhammer of all F*cks. The Jack of all Trades. If you haven’t guessed it yet, the name’s Jack. For the last seven years, I gave up my freedom for a crime I didn’t commit, and all for money, my retirement, and my dreams. When it was time to leave, my cellmate asked me for a favor. Find his sister, give her a letter, and leave. Easy, right? Wrong. Nothing about Ahri was easy. She was a stubborn beauty, an intoxicating mystery, and a feisty fury. She was nowhere near perfect, but perfection was overrated, and Ahrianna Lore was underrated. I went along with the lie of who she thought I was—just some guy looking at the apartment next door. It was supposed to be a quick hookup, but curiosity got the best of me. I read the letter. Have you ever heard the story about the Jack of hearts whose heart was stolen by a beautiful thief?