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Kane’s faces are any indication.”
When Quinn didn’t add anything, Grey reached for his glass and gestured for him to continue. “That’s clearly not the only thing that has you in a foul-ass mood. Spill.”
“What do you know about Grant Shipping?”
Eyes darkening, any lingering hint of humor fled from the hard planes of Grey’s face, replaced by the look of the lethal killer Quinn knew him to be. “The public face suggests a multinational corporation with a successful track record for so long the Grant family makes the Rockefellers look like peasants.”
“And the private face?”
“Ah, yes. The private face of the company.” Grey gave his drink a swirl, the amber color of the scotch undiluted by any ice or water. His role as information gatherer for the Warriors ensured if there was a whiff of scandal he’d have already smelled it—and would know exactly whose dirty laundry it wafted from. “Sticky fingers in way too many illegal pies. A supposed ‘side business’ in drug trafficking and the skin trade. Complete dominance in the waters off the coast of Africa that makes the pirates who like to swim there look like choir boys.”
“Africa? Is Grant into diamond running, too?”
“Yep.”
“Man, you do keep your ears open.”
Grey took a sip of his drink. “There are very few criminals in New York who aren’t touched in some way by the grand empire that is Grant Shipping.”
“No one’s ever run them down? Government hasn’t ever tried to go after them?”
“Nope. Between the politicians in their pockets and the layers of cover the legitimate business is able to hide, they’re untouchable. Shipping’s big money and their legitimate business is a behemoth. Jack Grant built a huge organization from scratch and knew exactly how to hide all his secrets.”
Quinn eyed his now-empty glass, then shifted his gaze to Grey. “Montana Grant knows about Themis.”
Grey’s near-unflappable demeanor dropped as his eyes went wide. “Fuck me.”
“Yep.”
“What does she know?”
“I can’t tell. All I do know is that I saved her from a Destroyer attack tonight. Two separate attacks, actually.”
“Destroyers? Where?”
Quinn quickly caught Grey up, glad to have someone to confide in. Someone to work through the details and see if anything popped. “Then, in the limo ride after the dinner, between the attacks, she asks me about Themis. Oh, and she also dropped the bomb that her long-lost mother has returned.”
Quinn swirled his glass, knocking the ice together before swallowing down what was left at the bottom. “You think she’s as dirty as her old man?”
Grey cocked his head, considering. “She’s only been head of the company since last spring when her father died. But still, you don’t live that close to the stench of filth and not get some on your designer clothes.”
“I didn’t get that vibe off her.”
“What vibe? The whole ‘I stomp the downtrodden underneath my Pradas’ vibe?”
“More. There’s a real fear in her. She was spooked tonight.” Quinn caught himself clinking the ice in the empty glass and laid it back on the table. “Something’s gotten to her. There’s a level of fear there that doesn’t suggest she’s sitting on a company full of the world’s nastiest thugs and criminals. Or that she is one, for that matter.”
“She was trained by the best, Quinn. I’m sure Black Jack Grant ensured the heir to his empire knew how to toe the company line. Besides, maybe she’s in over her head and has suddenly realized it. That’ll scare the shit out of anyone.”
“Black Jack?” As the nickname rolled off Quinn’s tongue, he couldn’t bite back the subtle wave of distaste it conjured. Could someone guilty of the crimes Grey outlined have a daughter as fresh and intriguing as Montana?
“Yep. Her old man’s reputation is legendary.”
Quinn’s thoughts reverted back to those moments on the couch, her long, slender body wrapped in his
When Quinn didn’t add anything, Grey reached for his glass and gestured for him to continue. “That’s clearly not the only thing that has you in a foul-ass mood. Spill.”
“What do you know about Grant Shipping?”
Eyes darkening, any lingering hint of humor fled from the hard planes of Grey’s face, replaced by the look of the lethal killer Quinn knew him to be. “The public face suggests a multinational corporation with a successful track record for so long the Grant family makes the Rockefellers look like peasants.”
“And the private face?”
“Ah, yes. The private face of the company.” Grey gave his drink a swirl, the amber color of the scotch undiluted by any ice or water. His role as information gatherer for the Warriors ensured if there was a whiff of scandal he’d have already smelled it—and would know exactly whose dirty laundry it wafted from. “Sticky fingers in way too many illegal pies. A supposed ‘side business’ in drug trafficking and the skin trade. Complete dominance in the waters off the coast of Africa that makes the pirates who like to swim there look like choir boys.”
“Africa? Is Grant into diamond running, too?”
“Yep.”
“Man, you do keep your ears open.”
Grey took a sip of his drink. “There are very few criminals in New York who aren’t touched in some way by the grand empire that is Grant Shipping.”
“No one’s ever run them down? Government hasn’t ever tried to go after them?”
“Nope. Between the politicians in their pockets and the layers of cover the legitimate business is able to hide, they’re untouchable. Shipping’s big money and their legitimate business is a behemoth. Jack Grant built a huge organization from scratch and knew exactly how to hide all his secrets.”
Quinn eyed his now-empty glass, then shifted his gaze to Grey. “Montana Grant knows about Themis.”
Grey’s near-unflappable demeanor dropped as his eyes went wide. “Fuck me.”
“Yep.”
“What does she know?”
“I can’t tell. All I do know is that I saved her from a Destroyer attack tonight. Two separate attacks, actually.”
“Destroyers? Where?”
Quinn quickly caught Grey up, glad to have someone to confide in. Someone to work through the details and see if anything popped. “Then, in the limo ride after the dinner, between the attacks, she asks me about Themis. Oh, and she also dropped the bomb that her long-lost mother has returned.”
Quinn swirled his glass, knocking the ice together before swallowing down what was left at the bottom. “You think she’s as dirty as her old man?”
Grey cocked his head, considering. “She’s only been head of the company since last spring when her father died. But still, you don’t live that close to the stench of filth and not get some on your designer clothes.”
“I didn’t get that vibe off her.”
“What vibe? The whole ‘I stomp the downtrodden underneath my Pradas’ vibe?”
“More. There’s a real fear in her. She was spooked tonight.” Quinn caught himself clinking the ice in the empty glass and laid it back on the table. “Something’s gotten to her. There’s a level of fear there that doesn’t suggest she’s sitting on a company full of the world’s nastiest thugs and criminals. Or that she is one, for that matter.”
“She was trained by the best, Quinn. I’m sure Black Jack Grant ensured the heir to his empire knew how to toe the company line. Besides, maybe she’s in over her head and has suddenly realized it. That’ll scare the shit out of anyone.”
“Black Jack?” As the nickname rolled off Quinn’s tongue, he couldn’t bite back the subtle wave of distaste it conjured. Could someone guilty of the crimes Grey outlined have a daughter as fresh and intriguing as Montana?
“Yep. Her old man’s reputation is legendary.”
Quinn’s thoughts reverted back to those moments on the couch, her long, slender body wrapped in his
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