He might be something to look at, but he’s soaking wet, ornery and has an attitude I don’t appreciate. I’m willing to overlook the flaws to be civil and the bigger person, but he has the gall to suggest his interview for some boob job fellowship is more important than my court case. Some nerve, right? I can’t be rid him fast enough.
It’s twenty minutes of my life. I’m a public defender so I can certainly handle him. Twenty little minutes and I’ll never see him again as long as I live.
Apparently, fate hates me.
The owner of the biggest underground casino.
He's the kind of man who gets what he wants. He's got the best poker face in the world.
Now he wants me.
When things become too intense, I hit the brakes and make a run for it.
But one problem...he won't let me go.
Now I belong to Bosco Roth.