Isabella’s POV
The singing of Michael Bublé’s Feeling Good was vibrating through the speakers of the private plane. I would be impressed with the layout of the cabin if I had not seen the layout the penthouse and club that the Cathal Brothers owned. This was just the whipped cream on top of the sundae of their wealth.
Hell, I am pretty sure Jeger had nothing on the Cathal Brothers when it came to business and gaining.
I sat away from Noah, knowing that if I got intel on our target sooner rather than later I would be able to get the hell of the shithole I use to stomp around.
I heard Noah clear his throat to get my attention. I sighed as I put my new and temporary computer in sleep mode. If I was going to be stuck with the man, I might as well be cordial.
Right?
“So the target will
