Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

It was an odd transition to make: from being married to a lawyer to living with a criminal kingpin. Jabo was quite capable of compartmentalizing his life. During most of the day, he was Jermaine (Elizabeth had only learned that when they introduced themselves to the neighbors) -- the new Black neighbor that cut his lawn every Saturday morning, that worked out religiously, that bought a puppy for Elizabeth's children. But then, for a few hours everyday, he went to an undisclosed part of town, and he was Jabo -- making decisions, running his crew, and creating headaches for the very same neighbors he saw when he was out on the morning run.

For a woman that had never gotten close to dangerous, it was intoxicating. The bad boys Elizabeth remembered from her high school days had nothing on Jabo. And the sex -- God, the sex. Jabo's anaconda filled her completely and relentlessly, and she rarely awoke without his cum in her somewhere or on her body. He was dangerous, no doubt, but capable of a redemptive arc.