Blackmailing Mr. Bossman (Billionaire Heists #2) - Anna Hackett Page 0,3
way around some not-so-legal dealings, and liked to make a quick buck.
Barely a week after making contact with them, they’d ordered me to go undercover at Kensington Group. They’d told me they felt their asset at the company—I wanted to punch them for calling Erica an asset—wasn’t solid enough to see through the plan. Erica had arranged for me to get hired as an assistant in the Marketing department.
I didn’t know the big picture yet. Nexus was good at only revealing bits of info to certain people.
Only Kristoff Doyle knew everything.
The leader of Nexus was a fifty-eight-year-old man with no past. I hadn’t found out a single thing about him. Not even a clear photograph. He stayed in the shadows.
“You think Nexus is getting ready to move on Mr. Kensington?” Erica asked.
I nodded. “Doyle’s moving pieces behind the scenes. I have no idea what he has on Kensington, but it can’t be good.”
I was now the proud owner of a thick dossier on the billionaire. As far as I could tell, Liam Kensington was what he seemed—thirty-five years old, handsome as sin, rich. He liked his women long and leggy. He had an American mother and a British father, and he’d been raised in London until his parents’ bitter divorce. He had a slew of half siblings from his father’s second and third marriages.
While Liam Kensington was clean, his father was not. Rupert Kensington had been implicated in plenty of dirty deals. He also kept some bad company, but he’d never been charged with anything.
Word was that Liam didn’t speak to the elder Kensington. He’d gone to Harvard, and then stayed in the U.S. He’d met his best friends—Zane Roth and Maverick Rivera—and the three of them had all gone on to huge success. The three billionaire bachelors of New York. Although according to the latest society pages, it appeared that Zane Roth was happily taken.
Liam Kensington also happened to be the sexiest, most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on.
I’d caught a couple of glimpses of him in the halls of the Kensington Group head office over the last two weeks, but I’d seen him up close and personal at a recent charity event at his newest nightclub.
I barely suppressed a shiver, but there was nothing I could do about the clench low in my belly. Yes, Liam Kensington looked like some god come to life, deigning to visit the mere mortals.
He was over six feet tall, with a long, lean swimmer’s body, and burnished-gold hair. He wore a suit in a way that made a woman want to whimper. And his face…
I’d never thought a man could be beautiful, but still masculine. But Kensington managed it, and was often at the top of all the lists of the most handsome, wealthy bachelors.
“Aspen?”
I blinked. Crap. “Sorry, just thinking.” And totally not daydreaming about how gorgeous Liam Kensington was. “Did they send you a video today?”
Erica nodded and showed me her phone.
The grainy, black-and-white footage of Jake in a cell, lying on a narrow bunk and staring at the wall, was only a few seconds long. He shifted a little, and I studied the time stamp. It was dated this morning.
“He’s alive, Erica. You keep doing what you’re doing, and I’ll keep working my end.”
Erica pulled out a Kleenex and dabbed her eyes. “Nexus promised that as soon as they get what they want from Mr. Kensington, they’ll release Jake.”
I gripped her hand and prayed Nexus held up their end of the bargain. Behind the scenes, I’d been noting down Nexus locations in the hope of finding where they were holding the man, but I was coming up empty-handed. “We’re going to get him back.”
“Thank you, Aspen. You’re the best. I…would have fallen apart without you.”
I squeezed her hand. “You’re stronger than you think. Now, I need to go and be Penn Channing. You know, I rock at being a marketing assistant.”
Erica gave a watery laugh. “Something tells me you’d rock at anything you try.”
I winked at her. “I might stay until Christmas. I hear Kensington gives a good bonus.”
Another small laugh. “He does.”
“Remember, if you see me at the office, I’m Penn, and we don’t know each other.”
“Got it.”
I hurried to the subway and headed to the Kensington Group building in lower Manhattan. It was a huge spire of glass that Kensington had built several years ago. He had several construction projects on the go around New York. I suspected the man owned half of the city.