Page 5 of Allegiance

He’d been gifted a million-dollar racehorse because one of the redheads, who he’d sent over to do a modeling contract, was feisty and put up a fight.

Some men just liked their women that way.

As for the women, well, that was easy.

They would be told they were booking a gig for a foreign magazine, paid in advance, and then put on a private flight on a tricked-out jet.

BOOM.

It was like takeout.

They delivered to anywhere in the world if the fee was met. The redhead had netted him one million for the acquisition fee, and the racehorse.

After selling the horse, that was two million back into the coffers, and another satisfied customer.

What the prince did with the ‘model’ when she arrived…not his business.

That was the prince’s prerogative.

Lucrative was an understatement.

Three months in, they didn’t have to deal with screaming, freaking out women.

They didn’t have to deal with drugging a woman and sneaking her into a private airport.

They didn’t have to deal with hiding them all over the town.

They literally walked there.

On.

Their.

Own.

And now, it was paying off in leaps and bounds. He was planning on opening a third agency, all with different names, and all connected to one mastermind.

HIM.

Now, he looked legitimate, as he picked a different name, had some plastic surgery, and hid in plain sight.

The Hunters…

They didn’t have a clue and that was exactly why they couldn’t nail him down.

He was smarter than they thought, and Jagger wasn’t up to the game without the Major.

His only regret?

Oh, he would have loved to have gotten his hands on Maura Gaines. He would have loved to tie her down, fuck her stupid, and then send her off to be some rich man’s sex slave to show her who was boss.

Only, a bomb handled that.

Unfortunately.

Well, he couldn’t live in the past. It was time to move on, and time to remake the face of crime in The City of Second Chances.

That made him laugh.

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