Broken Trust A Dark High School Romance - Tate James Page 0,90

I was losing my battle in being angry at them. You told me to forgive and forget, and … I took your advice. The guys explained everything that happened, and I … I guess I understand why they did what they did.”

Dante shook his head. “Forgiving them isn’t the same as jumping straight back into bed with Beck. You five are a team that should stick together, but the romance part just complicates everything.”

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Beck said darkly, his eyes locked on Dante. “You’ve been mixing business with pleasure for years.”

I waited for Dante to tell him to fuck off or something. That wasn’t the sort of accusation he’d normally let slide, but he just got to his feet, muttered something about needing a drink, and hurried away.

My heart was pounding hard in my chest, my palms clammy. That hadn’t looked good.

I spun to see Beck. “He’s definitely part of something,” I said softly. “Or he at least knows a hell of a lot more than he’s letting on. I know Dante better than almost anybody, and that was not the face of an innocent person.”

Beck cupped my cheek, his fingers rough as they tightened against my skin, pulling me into him. I forgot about Dante as I slid up so I was straddling Beck. By the time he was finished kissing me, I could barely remember my name.

“Whatever game Dante is playing, we’ll figure it out together,” he said softly.

He was just leaning back in for another kiss, when his phone started to vibrate under my thigh. With a scowl, he half-lifted me and pulled it from his pocket.

Beck never liked to let the phone go, just in case it was one of his friends needing help. He glanced at the screen and grumbled. “Fucking Delta,” he said before he slid the screen and answered the call.

“What?” he said roughly, his free hands caressing my lips before trailing down to my chin to stroke across my necklace. For a second I worried he was going to rip it from me, because Evan had placed it on my body, and I wasn’t fully comfortable explaining that Bulma was married to Vegeta and that Beck was my Vegeta, because that was quite a heavy conversation. Which meant Beck didn’t really know the full significance of this name.

Thankfully he didn’t break it, just letting the chain fall before he continued to run gentle fingers over my thin black top. When his thumbs brushed my nipples, I squirmed against him.

“When did that happen?” Beck suddenly asked, distracting me. His hand stilled on my body, and that’s when I started paying closer attention too. I could hear the other person talking fast on the line, but I didn’t know what they were saying.

“Yep, I’ll be there,” Beck finally said before he hung up the phone.

“What happened?” I asked.

His face was hard and unyielding. “Someone destroyed Oscar’s grave.”

I stilled. “What do you mean?”

“They smashed the marble, and there’s possible damage to the coffin.”

“You going to check it out right now?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, I need to make sure that nothing else has been destroyed in our plots. There are some family secrets out there that need to stay buried.”

I nodded, sliding off him and standing tall on my new heels. “I’ll come with you.”

He shook his head. “Nah, Butterfly. You stay here and enjoy the party. It’s your birthday.”

“I’d rather be with you,” I said honestly.

He stood, towering over me, his body leaning down into mine as our lips met again. “I’d rather be with you as well, but the entire fucking council is there, and I really don’t want those bastards around you any longer than is absolutely required. You’ve not been called, so I’m keeping you out of it.”

I shuddered at the thought of going near them. “Yeah, okay. Will the other guys stay?”

He nodded. “Yeah, that’s the only reason I’m comfortable enough to leave you.”

I didn’t argue anymore; accepting that Beck didn’t solely belong to me was an important step in our relationship. I would always have to share him with Delta and his responsibilities there. At least until I could figure out how to end them.

29

Beck made sure that Dylan, Evan, and Jasper were nearby before he left. He hadn’t been drinking, so he was driving the Bugatti. Once he was gone, I was a sad bitch, so Eddy dragged me onto the dance floor, all the while plying me with more drinks than was safe for