Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 122550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
“Then why?” Maxim asked.
“Do I need to explain? Just arrange it,” he said to Victor.
Maxim wasn’t really involved in the family business. He took care of their legitimate nightclubs.
But Regent trusted him to keep quiet.
Just like he trusted Victor to see that this was done.
“I’ll look into it,” Victor said.
“Good.”
“We should talk about the blackmail note,” Victor said.
Regent nodded. “We need someone to make the drop on Sunday morning. They need to look small, like Jilly.”
Victor frowned.
“You know that Basilien has a girl. She’s similar in size to Jilly,” Maxim said.
“I can’t use Basilien’s girl,” Regent said, surprised Maxim would suggest it.
“You don’t know this girl,” Maxim said. “She’s got a black belt in karate. Goes to the shooting range with him every weekend, and she can outshoot him. Linny can take care of herself. She’d volunteer to do this.”
Regent didn’t feel right about it. Putting a woman in danger . . . especially one with a link to his family, didn’t feel right.
“Check with Basilien,” he told Victor. “Make it clear that she doesn’t have to if either of them is unsure. But we will pay her well.”
Victor nodded.
“What do you plan on doing?” Jardin asked.
“Putting a tracker in the bag and hiding it in the money. We’ll also have men around, watching. Whoever is doing this has to be an amateur. Ten thousand dollars isn’t worth the risk. But whoever they are, they need to be stopped.”
His brothers nodded.
“We’re in,” Jardin said. “There will be cameras in the park. I’ll see if Angel can get into them.” Angel was their new tech guy. Regent preferred to use Jardin for family things, but Angel had some interesting skills.
“Good. Victor, you and I will be in a car close by.”
“And where will Jilly be?” Maxim asked.
“Here. Where it’s safe. Is there anything else?” he asked. It had been a long day and there was still more to do.
“I’ve found Lowell.”
Everyone stared at Jardin. Regent leaned forward. “Where is he?”
“Savannah, Georgia. Living with a woman and pulling the same con from all appearances. Oh, and he’s now going by the name of Brad Duncan.”
“Rubbish name,” Maxim muttered.
“Asshole,” Victor added.
“What do you want to do?” Jardin asked.
“Bring him to me.”
Victor nodded. “Consider it done.”
43
Jilly rolled over, opening her eyes as she looked around.
Where was she? What was going on?
Wait.
She knew where she was. In Regent’s bedroom.
Well, their bedroom now.
Sitting up, she checked the time. It was just after midnight. She’d tried to stay up and wait for him to come to bed. But she must have closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
It wasn’t healthy for him to work this much. He didn’t get enough sleep.
Perhaps she couldn’t help him with whatever was going on, but maybe she could help him relax.
Getting out of bed, she grabbed his shirt and put it on before heading downstairs.
The house was slightly chilly so she rushed down the stairs and toward his study. The door was ajar and there was a light on.
She rushed into the room. “There you are!”
For a moment, he just stared at her and she wondered if she’d made a mistake.
What had she been thinking? Just busting in on him like this? He was working.
You idiot, Jilly!
“Sorry, I’ll just . . .”
Tip-toe out of here in embarrassment.
“And what are you doing wearing my shirt?” he drawled.
Was that heat in his face? Did he like that she was wearing it?
“Well, I woke up and you weren’t there. So I grabbed what was closest and came down to find you.”
“Is that so?” He crooked a finger at her, then pushed his chair back and turned it to face her as she walked around the desk.
“And what do you have on under that shirt?” he asked, running a hand up her thigh when she stood between his legs.
Her heart raced, her breath hitching.
“Nothing at all.”
“You went to bed naked?” he asked. “I hope you weren’t touching yourself.”
She pouted. “I wish. Someone won’t let me touch myself without permission.”
“Poor baby. Were you hoping I’d come to bed and take care of that for you?”
She nodded.
“I tell you what, I’ve got a few more things to do. Why don’t you go upstairs and get under the covers since it’s cold, and I’ll be up to warm you soon.”
“Hmm. Or . . .”
“Or, what?” he asked.
She licked her lips. “Or I could warm you up while you work.”
His eyes widened and she knew she’d surprised him.
Good. He needed some surprising.
“You want to suck on my cock while I work, baby?”
Jilly bounced up and down on her toes. “Yes, please.”
His eyes darkened. “Then get under the desk.”
Okay. She’d kind of expected him to protest a bit first. So she crawled under the desk before he could change his mind.
He placed his hand on her head, protecting it from smacking into the bottom of the wooden desk.