Prologue
GIOVANNI
Seven goddamned days.
The first con I’d ever pulled was on a woman I’d only known for seven goddamned days. It was that easy.
Her name was Morgan Daniels.
I couldn’t forget her face if I wanted to. I damn sure couldn’t forget her smell, and it was only after everything was over that I realized how unusual it was.
That first deception.
Probably because it wasn’t supposed to be a deception. Only a seduction… Such was the dark magic of my first full week in America.
Maybe I remembered her so well because she was the first. Maybe because I was nervous… Or maybe because after I completed the con, it was like taking a hit of a drug I couldn’t get enough of—a whiff of the impossible.
Maybe I remembered her because it was coming off one of the lowest moments of my life,
