“All points that can be refuted,” Wyatt snaps back. “One, it’s not unheard of for people to move into this town. It doesn’t happen often, but it does happen. Two, we’ve been investigating a highly sophisticated secret organization for far longer than she’s been here. Not to mention, she knows nothing of this world. All of her background checks have come up clear.” He turns his calculating hazel eyes on Lev and me when he makes his final points. “Lev, you did the background checks, and Seb has also dug into her school history. She’s not from our world. Finally, our dads approved all the picks.” The smug bastard shrugs from his spot on the couch.
Owen stands, a sly grin making his angular cheekbones more pronounced as he proclaims, “I do believe that’s check and mate fellas. Unless you’re saying our dads, Seb, and you are all incompetent?”
Not willing to just let this go, I try a different approach. “What if, and hear me out, what if she’s a plant and the other organization made sure she could pass through everything with flying colors?”
Until these guys stop thinking with their dicks, I will have to be the voice of reason.
Wyatt is already shaking his head, not remotely convinced. He’s going to be a severe problem. Once this fuckhead latches on to something, there’s nothing that can change his mind.
“Not a chance. While you and Lev were too busy up each other’s asses about howwrongmy Riri is, I was doing work. I called our dads to begin the process, conducting a search so thorough I even know what time she took her first shit after she was born.” The asshat cheeses as he pours himself a glass of Johnnie Walker Blue from the decanter. Raising his glass in the air, he nods, cheers, sips, then says, “I also made sure she got Thomas for her guard and driver.” Our eyes connect as he finishes his drink, slamming it against the end-table. “And you, Wes, are not going to get in the way. She’s my choice which means she’s off limits to any of your bullshit.”
If looks could kill, Wyatt would be a dead man walking. He knows Thomas is the best of the best. There’s no way that girl should have him. I’d planned on choosing him for my choice and was shocked when I saw him driving Ariah to school.
Clenching my fists, I signal to Lev that we’ll figure something out together later. Until these two idiots can be trusted to make better decisions, it will be up to us to ensure she doesn’t fuck us. He gives a slight dip of his head for confirmation.
“Okay, so none of us chose Samantha. Wes, I promise you I thought you were going to pick her. She’s been riding your dick so hard, and you haven’t put—.” Before Lev can finish his statement, I jump in and correct the bullshit. I don’t know how many different ways to make it clear that Sam is nothing more than a job.
Curling my lip, I snarl, “What the hell makes you idiots think I would choose her? She’s a bitch on her best day.”
“Gee, I don’t know, maybe because you had your tongue down her throat after practice the other day while she was stroking your dick,” Wyatt snidely remarks, and they all laugh.
These fools. They always think they can get under my skin.
Shaking my head, I say, “By your logic, that would mean I also should choose Ashley. I just nut down her throat before coming here.”
Scoffs and laughter fill the air.
This time it’s Owen chiming in. “Wes, it’s not how many girls you mess with that made us think that. It’s the fact that you no longer need to sleep with her, but you still do. You still find opportunities to get your dick wet as vile as she is.”
I aim my stare at each of them, making my final point on this subject, “What the fuck ever. I didn’t choose her, so this whole conversation is moot.”
Lev’s face pulls taut. “Wes, you know her temper tantrum has only begun.”
I rub my hand across the back of my neck. I know he’s right. I can’t bring myself to think about it. A headache is already forming. I might be clenching my teeth too much. Feeling wholly spent on the stupid selection, I shift our focus to why we’re really here.
“Listen,” I say, “we have more important things to discuss. The council is increasing pressure on us to turn up something about the Senator. Where are we on that?”
“I have new information. I finally got some details on who he’s been meeting. I’ve already uploaded it to everyone’s tablets for you all to review in more detail,” Lev states, pulling out the remote, making the walls open up, where a large monitor appears.
Opening up the file, he explains what he’s found on the screen “Our dear Senator has met with a person I think I’ve identified as an undercover FBI agent.”
Fuck!
If our dads find out we were too late, they’ll have our balls. My dad, especially. He’s still pissed about the scene I made about the selection process. If we don’t get a handle on this quickly, we’ll be in serious shit.
“Damn it.” My headache has gone from slight thrumming to a constant pounding, “How long have they been meeting?” I ask him, massaging my fingers against the temple of my olive skin.
Clearing his throat, he replies, “Well, according to what I’ve discovered thus far, this was their first official meeting. They’ve been in talks for the last four months, feeling each other out. The Senator hasn’t given him anything that could implicate the council.”
Wyatt’s brows furrow. “Wait. So, has he been meeting with this other organization or the FBI?”
Lev pulls up a picture. It’s the Senator and a middle-aged man who could easily pass for Italian, Hispanic, or even someone multiracial. He has curly mud-brown hair and light green eyes, which appear cat-like. He’s shaking the hand of the Senator from across the table of a high-end restaurant somewhere in D.C. I’m sure Lev knows where, but I can’t tell just from what’s on the screen.
Answering Wyatt, Lev states, “Both, only he doesn’t know that he’s meeting with an undercover agent. He thinks he’s meeting with a higher-up member of whatever organization is trying to take us out.”
Stupid power-hungry buffoon. If we don’t get him, I’m sure the other organization will. We need to find out the damn name of this group. We can’t keep flying blind.
“Do we have any leads on the name of this fucking organization?” Owen asks like he’s reading my mind.
