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“They get at least half of the diamond money if they kill him,” he adds.

I swallow the lump in my throat. “I don’t care about the money,” I whisper.

“I know you don’t, and that’s why I did it.”

I put my head into my hands as the rain starts to really come down. “Do you think they are going to pull it off?” I ask hopefully.

“Nobody had accepted the job last time I checked.”

“Fuck,” I whisper.

He shrugs. “By the time someone accepts it, it may be too late.”

I close my eyes and my mother’s death runs rampant through my mind. “Stace, promise me if they catch up with us that you won’t try and be the hero. I need you to run and not look back. It’s me that they want.”

“And you are a part of me. You’re the part I can’t live without.”

Tears fill my eyes and he kisses my hand again. “We will go back to the hotel and tonight we hit the high rollers room and get those passports.”

I nod as the rain comes down around us, bringing with it a sense of doom.

The end is coming and I know that soon, I will either kill my father… or I’ll be killed.

Either is a nightmare.

God, help me.

Stace lifts his chin triumphantly as we travel in the elevator up to the high roller room in the casino. We are both dressed to the nines and I have my boobs out to sweeten the deal. The stupid blonde wig is back on. I may as well look the part, I suppose. This is the one place it does suit the surroundings.

“You look beautiful.” Stace smiles as he leans in and kisses me gently on the lips.

I smile stupidly up at him as an idea comes to mind. “If we get passports tonight.” I kiss him again. “Can we get married tonight by Elvis in the chapel?” I widen my eyes in excitement.

He frowns down at me and wraps his arms around my waist. “You want to marry me in an Elvis chapel in Vegas?”

I shrug. “Well.” I laugh, it does sound ridiculous when he says it out loud. “Yes, kind of.” I kiss him again. “We haven’t done anything traditional so far. It seems like a shame to start now?”

His hands drop to my behind and he squeezes me hard. “No.”

I frown. “No?”

“No. I am not getting married in a seedy Vegas chapel by fucking Elvis.”

My shoulders slump in disappointment.

“We will get married in a traditional wedding. Somewhere that is…” He pauses as he thinks of the appropriate wording. “Nice. I hate fucking Vegas and you deserve better than a shotgun wedding.”

I smile softly.

He kisses me and as the heat from his lips permeates through my body, I feel myself hover above the floor.

I deserve better. He’s right, I do. I forget that myself sometimes. I’m so in love with this man.

I love the way he makes me feel and I’m totally addicted to the buzz I get from his touch. Our relationship is unconventional, but somehow this is the most normal I have ever felt in my life. It’s weird how it’s turned out, but for as long as I can remember, all I wanted was a normal, happy life with my soul mate, and it turns out that I just needed unconventional and to be kidnapped to find him. Who knew it was this simple?

The elevator doors open, and we are greeted by a security guard as he steps in our path, effectively blocking our way.

“Minimum ten thousand dollar bets on this floor,” he announces coldly.