Wild Card

“YOU’RE IN BIG TROUBLE, DOLL”The little hacker stole from the Family—hundred fifty grand.We Tacones don’t take kindly to thieves.Not even when they come in a package as cute as hers.Not even after she shows me how high her freak flag flies.Now there will be hell to pay for my hot geek.And I’m the one coming to collect.But when she ends up in jail for the transaction I ordered her to makeI decide to bail her out. Because she’s a wildfire.A force of nature too bright to be put out.And I don’t need the money.I’d rather have her.