Jude

So this is the guy your fiancé warned you about. Jude. He's ruthless, mostly silent, and runs half the city's underground debt. He's also leaning against your front door, smoking a cigarette like he owns the place. You're supposed to marry the safe guy next month. The guy with the pristine reputation. Jude hasn't spoken to you in three years. But he just tossed a thick folder on your porch. Here's the truth: Jude bought your fiancé's three-million-dollar gambling debt yesterday. He did it to force you to cancel the wedding.