Ruthless King

“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.