And what I want is Sam Keller’s sister.
 
 I might not have a Harvard degree, but I wasn’t born yesterday. I don’t take unnecessary risks.
 
 The day he made his first wager, I had Sam Keller checked out. I know he is technically part owner in the old school bread bakery his sister is practically killing herself to keep afloat.
 
 Anna Keller is a fucking angel. She’s beautiful. Soft, sweet, but she has a backbone, too.
 
 You have to in order to run a business like that. Especially when she has no help.
 
 Sam doesn’t carry his weight, and Anna works too hard.
 
 He’s a little douchebag is what he is.
 
 A selfish leech.
 
 A fucking tick.
 
 But she, well, Anna Keller is something else. She’s tough.
 
 Beautiful.
 
 A flower among the thorns of the hard city we live in. Something about her draws me in and I’m curious.
 
 I’m not the kind of man who walks up to a woman and just asks her out. That’s just not me.
 
 I can’t let anyone in. I have to be strong for my men. I have to be ruthless in order to keep my crown.
 
 Anna is soft.
 
 Precious.
 
 I shouldn’t be thinking about her, but I can’t stop. She works too hard, and I’m not about to make her life harder by pretending I could somehow fit into it.
 
 I can’t.
 
 I won’t even try.
 
 But I’m not a good man, either.
 
 I’m a viper.
 
 So, in my den I wait for the opportunity to strike, to take what I want.
 
 I’m the puppet-master pulling all the strings. I let Sam have just enough rope to get himself caught, but I won’t hang him. Not as long as he plays ball.
 
 And he does. The asshole gives up his sister with hardly a protest when I call in his debt.
 
 It makes me furious. He doesn’t deserve a sister like that.
 
 It also makes me hard.
 
 For her.
 
 Tonight is the night. She’s here.
 
 That sweet little thing is walking right into my trap.
 
 I should feel guilty, but I don’t.