Jacking that car was routine—until I popped the trunk and found her, bound and begging for a way out.
She's a mafia princess, pure as snow, and I'm the bad boy thief she's betting on.
A quarter million in jewels to ditch her old man's turf? I'm in.
She's never been touched, never felt real heat, and I'm dying to show her.
But her father's crew and some stubborn Fed are on our tail, chasing us to the border.
I'm older, harder, and she's trouble I shouldn't want. Too bad—I don't run from fights or women. She's mine.
This thief's got a new score—and I'm keeping her for good.
