“Yep.”
I scrub a hand down my face.
“That's shady, but proving it’s illegal is difficult,” Noel begins.
“Wait for it.”
Ego clears his throat.
There it is.
Usually, it’s a phrase nobody wants to hear.
Wait for it.
Because it means the bad part is coming.
But I’m fucking salivating for my brother to keep talking.
Fact is, this guy is coming for my Firecracker, and I want to stop him.
Okay, I want to hurt him and stop him.
Ego whistles.
“Three of the contractors Jonas keeps recommending?”
“Yeah?”
“Connected to organized crime.”
My jaw tightens.
“Who?”
“The Sarkisian family.”
“Armenians?”
Well.
Shit.
“Nothing proven,” Ego says quickly. “But there’s enough smoke that several state agencies are currently looking into them, and Jonas’ name has started popping up as a person of interest in New Jersey, according to the Feds.”
“And? Why haven’t they pushed him out of office or questioned him, for fuck’s sake?” I ask.
“He’s insulated. There’s just no hard evidence, Kai.”
“Of course.”
Because people like Joel Jonas never get caught.
Not really.
They just keep collecting money and shaking hands while everybody else pays the price.
“What does this have to do with Our Lady of Grace?” Noel asks.
