East End (Hear No Evil Trilogy #1) - Nana Malone Page 0,15
could spend your entire life loathing people, and some of them still thought you liked them, despite the undercurrent of hatred. The overt kind where you traded barbs and attempted stabbings, and the subtle kind, where you were both aware of your mutual loathing but kept most of it internal. And then there was the covert form, where one of you loathed the other, but the other was utterly clueless.
Jameson and I were the overt kind. But in public, we could pretend to be gentlemen. “Jameson.” He took my hand to shake.
Play the part. Act the part. Be the part.
I could not kill the man in a room full of people.
To most of the people in this room, I was one of them. Son of Lord Richard Hale. Cream of the Elite crop. A member of my family had been part of the Elite since the beginning. Outsiders assumed that I was entrenched in it. But truth be told, I hated the Elite just as much as Ben did. Just as much as Bridge did. We each had our reasons. “Yeah, mate, good, good. Just making the rounds.”
As we chatted amiably, I felt the prickle of awareness. My father was coming. I needed to get this done quickly. I turned to the brunette. “I see you have beautiful company this evening.”
Her smile was sardonic. “You don’t remember me, do you?”
In my ear, Bridge chuckled. “What? A woman has left your bed unsatisfied, East? Say it isn’t so.”
When I was out of this stupid party, I was going to throttle him. “I am so sorry. I don’t remember you.”
The thing was, I knew exactly who had been in my bed. I selected women who met specific criteria. I knew them all. Every single thing about them. And no, I wasn’t a stalker. I just liked to know who I had around me. It took only one time of being lacerated to learn a lesson, and I had no intention of learning that particular lesson again.
“I’m Janina Harrison. We met at the Wescott Benefit a few months ago. You never did call me.”
Christ. “Oh my goodness, Janina.” I had no idea who she was, but I knew enough to play the part. “You will have to forgive me. Of course, I intended to call. But… business. We were opening a new hotel. I was focused on that. But I am more than happy to call you this time.”
She lifted an elegant brow. “Somehow, I don’t believe you.”
Jameson gave a hearty laugh. “Looks like she has your number, Hale.”
What I needed was for her to ask for someone else’s number and leave me alone so I could plant the fucking device.
From behind me, I could hear my father talking to someone.
I needed to do this quickly because talking to my father would be its own special kind of headache.
As a waiter passed, I held my breath and waited for just the right timing, then I deliberately stuck out my foot in a quick manner. He jostled his tray and saved the half drinks, but then one toppled and splashed Janina.
Her squeal was immediate. “Oh my God, watch where you’re going.”
I offered a silent apology to the waiter as I left him to fend for himself. I then reached for my handkerchief and handed it to Janina. “Oh, look at that. Is that red wine? It’s going to stain.”
She frowned. “Um, yeah, I’ll go have a look. I’ll be right back.”
As she scurried off, I turned my attention back to Garreth. He was also dabbing at his tuxedo. “Jesus, the staff they hired for this event leaves a lot to be desired.”
I reached inside my pocket and grabbed the device. It was small enough that he wouldn’t notice. All I had to do was place it.
From behind me, my father called out, “East, is that you?”
That was bullshit. He knew it was me.
I took a step toward Garreth and tapped him on the shoulder to distract him. I slid my hand inside his jacket, placed the device, and pulled my hand free as I pressed my other hand firmly to his shoulder. When I turned, he was already nodding to my father, pleasantly distracted.
I muttered into my com, “Start the transfer.”
“Fucking finally. You took longer than Ben the first time.”
“I swear to God, I will kick your ass.”
Bridge only chuckled.
Ben’s voice came next. “All right, let me arrange a distraction for your father.”