Page 117 of Jonas

This was not good news.

“You and Cash, go find Rutte. I want him here.” Zane transferred his stare to Cash. “You know where.”

“Copy that, boss.” Cash looked at Lore. “Let’s go, Queen of Denial.”

“What the hell am I denying?”

“How hot I am, obviously. Hell, I stopped that woman in her tracks.”

And there it was, the smirk.

Fucking Cash.

Kira smirked. “How cute. The Queen of Denial and the King of Cash.”

“It’s Cash is King, KK,” he corrected.

Lore tossed her hair over her shoulder and scowled at Cash. “Right, because speaking about yourself in the third person isn’t obnoxious.”

“Baby girl, I can show you⁠—”

“No you can’t,” Zane cut in. “You’re forbidden from showing her anything. Including but not limited to: your ass, Little Cash, or anything else that can cause mayhem.”

“See? Even Big Daddy Boss knows my ass is so fine one look can cause mayhem and possible riots.”

“I promised not to murder the chick upstairs. I make no promises he’ll come back alive.”

“That’s acceptable,” Zane agreed.

Lore jogged up the steps. Cash slowly followed, a shit-eating grin firmly in place.

Once the two of them were out of earshot, Zane turned to Nebraska. “Is there any chance you can control her?”

“None whatsoever.”

“Fuck.”

Fuck was right.

“Talked to Shep,” Easton began. “It was brief, but informative. He’s found bribes—that’s Rutte making the deal, with blackmail or money. Shep’s tracing how Rutte came into the information to where the money came from to make the payoffs. Rutte’s dirty, it’s just a matter of how dirty.”

“Who’s he making deals with?” Zane clipped.

“Port Authority police in New Jersey, border agents at two Canadian crossings, three Pentagon police officers, two executives at Union Power Charles White, Karen’s husband, and Abby Weaver the director of regulatory affairs. He’s confident there are more.”

“Payoffs to border agents, to get the sleeper agents into the US,” Nebraska murmured. “Port Authority to smuggle. Union owns Three Mile Island nuclear plant. Why Pentagon Police?”

“Access and information,” I said.

“If the Whites are smart they’re vapor,” Kira surmised. “Both husband and wife took money.”

“Jonas, go get your woman,” Zane ordered.

Without delay, I went in search of Derrika and Penny. I found them sitting in the living room smiling. Penny’s smile died immediately. Derrika’s widened but tension pulled her posture straight.

I hated that tension. I couldn’t wait for this shit to be over, for her to be relaxed and comfortable and not tense at the sight of me or what new calamity I might bring.

“Sorry to interrupt. We’re done.”