Scott Tokyo, Japan
Scott placed the phone on the bedside table and raised his head back as he stared up at the ceiling. He sighed, disappointed he wasn’t involved in the operation with James and Matt back in Las Vegas. He’d love to take down one or two or maybe ten or twenty of the Mexican gang. How he wished he was there. Yet again…
He flicked his eyes to the young woman in bed beside him. Shit! But she was a pretty little thing. Short dark hair, slanted brown eyes, pale skin, and exquisite body. Her features told him she was mix-blooded of Caucasian and Asian. She had been a virgin when he took her only half an hour ago.
