Broken Trust A Dark High School Romance - Tate James Page 0,52

wide. I was pretty sure he was only a minute away from putting his feet up on the table.

“Appearances are important,” Mr. Grant informed us. “Delta did not grow as large and as powerful as it has, without us always presenting a united front.” This time his gaze landed on me. “I’m sure you’ve learned the importance of a united front now, Miss Deboise?”

My temper flared, and I needed to sink my fingernails into my leg to stop from screaming at these megalomaniac fruit loops. Was Dylan’s dad seriously making casual mention about my attack at school like it was some kind of educational exercise? Fuck me, if I found out they had anything to do with it…

Beck firmly withdrew my fingers from my knee and wrapped my hand in his. We were hidden by the table, but still it sent a spike of panic through me that someone would see.

“But to answer your question, Son,” Mr. Beckett continued, “No, that’s not all. We have reason to believe Senator Green has been up to his old tricks again, but he’s been using his office at City Hall rather than his home—which you know we have closely monitored. He’s apparently created a hidden room behind one of the bookshelves, which is where he’s storing all the video equipment along with the recordings. We need you to get in there during the gala and procure one of the tapes.”

I was totally lost but was getting a vague idea that this Senator Green was a dodgy motherfucker.

“Of who?” Dylan asked.

“Natalia Petrova,” Evan’s dad replied. I was slowly figuring out which face belonged to which man, but I couldn’t remember most of their names. I’d never really cared enough to ask. As far as I was concerned, they were all evil, old, and fucks. Nothing else was important to know.

Evan let out a low whistle and Jasper made a small sound of surprise.

“Konstantin Petrov’s daughter? This senator either has shit for brains or balls of steel, I can’t decide which.” Jasper sounded genuinely impressed, and now I was even more confused.

“Konstantin Petrov is a Russian mob boss,” Dylan whispered in my ear while the attention was on Jasper. “If this senator has a recording of himself fucking Petrov’s daughter, it’s invaluable blackmail material.”

“Wait,” I blurted, bringing all eyes on me, “You’re telling me this senator fucks girls in his office and secretly films it? That’s revolting, not to mention illegal.”

Everyone just sort of stared at me for a moment, then Catherine snorted an ugly, condescending laugh, and Mr. Grant just rolled his eyes.

“Miss Deboise,” Beck’s dad drawled, “you have a lot to learn.” Turning back to his son, he clasped his hands in front of him. “You have your mission. Don’t fail.”

“Appropriate evening wear will be delivered to your rooms. You’re dismissed.” This came from Catherine, and I had to resist the urge to reach across the table and smack her straight in the arrogant, Botox filled face. Not because I had anything against evening wear, just her in general.

The guys all stood without any further arguments so I followed their example.

None of us spoke again until we were inside the elevators, at which point I opened my mouth to ask a million and one questions, but Dylan gave me a sharp head shake.

“Not here,” he told me, his Delta mask still in place. Looking around, all of them still had their Delta masks in place. Did that mean someone could be watching us?

Of course it did. This was Militant Delta, not some above the line legal company. Well, sure, their banking and investments looked above board, but they were so fucking deep in other illegal things, that they should spend the next 400 years in prison.

Once in the parking lot, we all piled back into the SUV and Jasper drove us out of the Delta Headquarters. It wasn’t until we were out on the busy street in front of the towering skyscrapers that the tension slipped from the guys and their Delta faces melted away.

“Okay, Butterfly,” Beck sighed, “Fire away.”

I frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shifted slightly in his seat to face me and arched a brow. Fuck him for being so damn sexy. “You’re practically vibrating with all your questions, and we’re as safe as we’re ever going to be in Jasper’s car. So have at it. Ask away.” His lush lips curved with a teasing sort of smile, totally capturing my attention.

My mouth opened, but suddenly all my questions fled