Cold Bullets And Hot Babes: Dark Crime Stories - Plot & Excerpts
They were nothing but a game to Cash. Three months of pouring on the charm and Carly was in the bag. They’d done it all nice and legal and quiet; preacher, ring, cozy little out-of-the-way wedding chapel. He was looking forward to tomorrow, when everything she owned was going into both of their names; stocks, bonds, bank accounts. Carly was rich and beautiful. Too bad for her that she wasn’t overly bright. If she was, she’d smell him out as the fleet-footed grifter he’d always been. By the time she was onto his game she’d be cleaned out, and he’d be a thousand miles away, licking his chops and counting his take. He showered, shaved, and put on the open-necked blue shirt that showed a subtle shadowing of chest hair. A strand or two of bling around his neck, a splash of Ax, and he’d be ready to go to work on his next mark, the gorgeous Greta. But, he’d better be careful. Greta was sharper than Carly. He couldn’t afford any missteps. Her ailing banker father was almost ready to kick the bucket.
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