Page 23 of Black Jack (Advantage Play 5)

“There should be enough evidence to put him away for good.”

“There might be enough to put Reed away, but I’m not so sure I’m in the clear yet,” I admit. “I had a chat with Reed’s superior before I was acquitted.”

“And?” Kingston prods.

“And he’s suspicious about my impromptu engagement with Dominic Castello’s little sister.”

“Shit.”

I laugh, though there isn’t any humor in it. “Yeah. That was my thinking too.”

“So what are you going to do?” he asks.

My gaze finds the still empty hallway where my fiancée is hiding. “Convince him we’re madly in love.”

His snort rings loud and clear. “Good luck with that.”

“I know. I’m screwed.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. For now, you just play it by ear.”

“That’s what I told Bianca, but she didn’t seem too keen on the idea. Any idea how she got access to my bank account?”

He laughs. Again. The bastard is finding this situation way too amusing right now.

“No idea. Probably asked for a favor from an old friend or something. The girl has connections that you can’t even imagine. Listen, I got shit to do. We’ll talk later, okay?”

“Yeah. Sounds good. And King?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for your help.”

Another beat of silence follows my gratitude before he murmurs, “Anytime.”

Then the line goes dead.

8

Bianca

Knock. Knock.

I glare at the offending sound on the opposite side of the master bedroom door but ignore it and unfold another shimmery dress from my luggage.

These will all need to be dry cleaned.

Knock. Knock.

Lips pursed, I throw the crimson fabric back on the bed, then march to the door and wrench it open.

“Yes?”

“Can we talk?” Jack asks, sheepishly. I’d find the whole thing adorable if I weren’t so pissed at him.

“Not interested,” I return.

“Bianca––”

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