“I got the dirty on Congressman Grossman,” he said, making both Tex and Peter stare at him in surprise.
Carver had checked the video files as soon as he got back to his office, and they were even better than he could have imagined.
“You did? What kind of dirt?” Tex asked, taking another big bite of his taco.
Carver told them all about how he’d seen Grossman’s pin-code and AirDropped all of his videos to his own phone.
“That was risky,” Tex said, grinning. “So what kind of videos did he have? Are they bad?”
Carver shook his head, grinning wider. He’d been worried that looking through Grossman’s phone he would see something upsetting—like rape or torture—but there was nothing of the kind.
“He likes to dress up like a baby and have his omega play mommy,” Carver said, his grin so wide that it threatened to split his face.
“Really?” Tex asked, matching his grin. “He’s not going to want that getting out there.”
Peter looked thoughtful. “Why did he become a member of The Bank if that’s the kind of thing he’s into?”
Carver shrugged. “He’s a conservative politician. He probably thought it would make him seem tough to the right people. Plenty of his donors are members.”
“Well, your mother has him by the balls now,” Tex said, reaching for his drink and taking a long sip. “I almost feel bad for him.”
“I don’t,” Peter said, vindictive. “Did you know he voted to make domestic abuse of omegas legal?”
“He did?” Tex asked, surprised. “Seriously?”
Carver nodded. “He did.”
Tex grimaced. “Well, in that case, fuck him.”
“Fuck him,” Peter agreed, lifting up his glass for a toast. They clinked their glasses together, drinking deep.
“So, that’s it, your mother is satisfied?” Tex asked, looking thoughtful.
It had better be. Carver had loaded the videos onto a thumb drive and had it sent to his mother’s office via courier, not wanting to leave a digital trace. She hadn’t seen the videos herself yet, but Carver had explained what they showed.
“She thanked me and told me I did a good job,” Carver said.
Tex whistled.
“What?” Peter asked, looking between them in confusion.
“Carver’s mom doesn’t really give compliments,” Tex explained. “She must bereallyhappy.”
Peter didn’t seem to get what a big deal that was, but Carver knew that he would understand once he met and got to know his mother.
“What about The Bank?” Peter asked.
“What about it?” Carver ate the last of his fish taco, grabbing another one and putting it on his plate.
“Well, it was pointless, wasn’t it?” Peter asked, biting his lip.
“Not really,” Carver said. “Their playrooms are good, and most of the alphas are decent guys. I think we should stay members and just forget that we joined under false pretenses.”
Tex rolled his eyes. “I thought you said that place was involved in omega trafficking and facilitating abuse.”
“Just suspected,” Carver said, uncomfortable. The PI he’d hired hadn’t found anything conclusive.
“But all signs point in that direction, right?”
