"Nice keeps us out of federal prison, Marcus," she snapped, though she kept her voice low. She traced the rim of her paper cup. "Chapter One was a fluke. Chapter Two was a necessity. But we’re at Chapter Three now, and this? This is a choice."
"If we do this," she whispered, her fingers hovering over the folder, "there’s no going back to the way things were. We aren't the heroes of this story anymore." Naughty Nice [Chapter 3]
She thought about her reputation—the "Nice" girl who volunteered at the animal shelter and never missed a Sunday dinner with her mother. Then she looked at Marcus, the man who had shown her just how easy it was to break the rules when no one was watching. "Nice keeps us out of federal prison, Marcus,"
"Maybe not," he conceded with a faint, dangerous smirk. "But the villains always have more fun at the after-party." Chapter Two was a necessity
In this version, Chapter 3 is where the "Nice" exterior begins to crack, and the "Naughty" reality starts to leak through. Chapter 3: The Thin White Line The peppermint mocha tasted like betrayal.
Elena looked at the file folder sitting between them. It was labeled Project Kringle —a name so wholesome it made her stomach turn. Inside were the routing numbers that shouldn't exist and the signatures she had forged with a shaking hand just three hours ago.