All Chapters of Dump the Cheater, Go for the Hotter: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“I want two snipers and they will receive fifteen million each, twenty- four hours after his confirmed death.”“Who is it?” he asks again.“Mario Vikinos.”Roshelle sitswith her hands linked under her chin. Her big, brown eyes look across the table at me lovingly and I feel my chest constrict. She is, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I have ever known. Every day I fall deeper under her spell.I smirk to myself, wondering how the hell I got so lucky to cross her path.“What?” She smiles.I shake my head. “Nothing.”“Why are you looking at me like that?”“Like what?”She shrugs as she picks up her wine and sips it as she thinks of a fitting answer.“Like I want to eat you?” I ask with a raised brow.A broad smile crosses her face. She slips her shoe off and lifts her foot so that it sits on my crotch. I reach down and tenderly place my hand over it.“Do you?” She wiggles her toes and I squeeze her foot in my hand.“That’s a given. You are my staple diet these days.”She giggl

I tuck my phone into my backpack and clasp my hands in my lap and smile to myself. Not long now. We are nearly there.“Cabin crew, prepare for landing,” the captain’s voice echoes through the cabin. The flight has been long and uneventful. I am looking forward to getting Stace alone. It seems ridiculous that I could miss him after not being able to sit with him on the flight. I turn in my seat to look back at him. He is seated four rows behind me with three guys. They seem to be getting along famously and I have sporadically heard them laugh as they talk. Better than my damn trip. I’m sitting next to an old lady who had five strong drinks and then went to sleep and snored the whole damn way. It annoys me that I depend on him so much. For a month now, it has just been him and me. We haven’t had anyone with us, no family network. I think that’s why it feels so intense. Our life together isn’t reality… although it is for me, I’ve always been kind of alone. I just hope that when we get ou

Stace keeps driving and doesn’t answer.“Did you hear me?” I repeat.“Yeah, I heard you.” He thinks for a moment. “We can’t go anywhere undetected without passports. We need to be able to get around between countries or we can’t sell the diamonds.”“I don’t care about the money.” I frown.“I know, neither do I, but it will make it a lot easier to disappear forever.”I turn back and stare out the front windscreen. “We shouldn’t even need to be thinking of this, Stace.” My eyes fill with tears. “We are good people. Why have we had to deal with such shit in our lives?”He grabs my hand and brings it up to his lips. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s going to be alright.”“H-how?” I stammer. “How is it going to be alright?” The tears are now running down my face. “You heard Vernon. He is threatening peoples lives if they help us. How the hell are we going to get out of here? We can’t catch planes. We have millions of dollars in diamonds in another country that we can’t get to.” I shake my head in disb

The dealers have to do a shift change, and as we wait, Stace comes up and wraps his arm around me as I sit on the stool. “Hope you have your vows written?” he whispers in my ear.My eyes flicker up to him over my shoulder.He smiles sexily. “Let’s find that chapel, Mrs. Mac. I don’t think I want to wait for another day.”My eyes search his and he grins and shrugs.“Won’t hurt to have two weddings, I suppose.”“Oh my God.” My anxious eyes flicker back to the dealer as a stupid smile covers my face. Hurry up woman! Is he serious? She spins the wheel, but my mind is far from stupid Roulette. It goes around and around for forever as we wait and then bounces onto twenty.“I’m sorry.” The dealer smiles. “Again?” she asks the table.“No, thanks,” I reply. I couldn’t care less about this stupid game.I’m getting married. Tonight!Stace takes me by the hand and we walk straight out of the high rollers room without looking back. “What happened?” I whisper.“We have to be at his office first thi

They will put her back into witness protection, and if I am able to fight my way out of this mess with Vikinos’s men, I will be a wanted man from the police. I won’t be able to find her. My chest constricts at the thought of never holding her in my arms, of never touching her again. His men will be waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.But she will be safe.I slowly open the door and walk in and shut it behind me. It clicks with a cold heartbreaking click.I retrieve my phone from my pocket and dial 911.“Police, Fire, or Ambulance,” the receptionist answers.“Police.”“Putting you through.”“Hello, Police,” the policeman on the other end answers.I frown and pinch the bridge of my nose. We were getting married tonight. Emotion overcomes me and my throat constricts. I take a deep breath and force the words from my mouth on autopilot. “This is Joel McIntyre. I kidnapped Roshelle Myers from Carpenter parking lot at gunpoint and held her captive for thirty-one days. She is in room