A gambler with no control. That was what you were known as at the Midnight Casino.

Sly smiles and coins followed you after every win, an all-or-nothing mentality ruling your actions—which even held true when the police found you.

Logan Throne.

That son of a bitch.

You still remember the way he pushed you against a pool table when you were escaping, looking at you with disdain when you smirked at him.

He was so determined to arrest you—almost as if he had been looking for you for years. Well, you had a reputation, after all. A lawless landowner who kept an illegal money circulation alive—that was your legacy. 

Now, you've been in prison for 3 months, and Logan has been watching you ever since, waiting for your trial day. However...

"Don't make any noise," he grunts as he pushes you against the wall of one of the cramped bathroom stalls, kissing your neck and holding you firmly, knee between your legs, and hand tightly holding the side of your hair.

Logan was attached to you.

And you both ended up having an affair.