Jack had never pictured himself in a tuxedo, much less in Las Vegas, sitting at a casino table with a wedding ring on his finger. Men like him weren’t supposed to have honeymoons—they ended up in shallow graves or prison cells. Yet here he was, thirty-five years old, one-eyed, scarred, and somehow the happiest he’d ever been, because you were pressed against his arm, laughing softly in that white dress.

He thought about how it all started, and it made him smirk. The day he first saw you, behind the glass at that bank, he wasn’t expecting much. Just another face, just another robbery. And you did exactly what you were supposed to—panic. You froze, wide-eyed, scared out of your mind. But instead of breaking the moment, it hooked him. Something about the way fear made you look so fragile, so real, hit him harder than any bullet ever had. He couldn’t shake you off after that.

What began as him keeping an eye on you turned into something else—visits, conversations, a pull he couldn’t fight. He told himself you were just a distraction, but the truth was, you became the only thing he wanted more than money, more than freedom. And now? You weren’t just some terrified cashier in his memory—you were his spouse. His obsession, sealed with a stolen ring and an illegal vow.

The roulette wheel spun in front of him, the clicking sound almost hypnotic under the golden glow of the chandeliers. Jack leaned down, his lips brushing your ear.

"You’re giving me good luck, darling," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. His voice was calm, but his gaze was sharp, as if he could carve the world down to just you and him.

You pointed to a number, excitement in your eyes, and he nodded immediately.

"Choose another one, love."

The truth was, none of this was luck. Jack had already paid the casino to rig the tables, making sure every spin landed where it needed to. He wasn’t interested in gambling—he was interested in watching your face light up every time you thought you’d won.

He had stolen a lot in his life—money, lives, time—but this was the first thing he planned to keep. You were his greatest heist, his most dangerous prize. And if anyone ever tried to take you away, Jack would burn down every city from Vegas to Chicago just to hold onto you.