Page 89 of Don't Game Me
She swallowed and fixed a bright smile on her face. “How…how are you?”
“I’ve been better.” His gaze dropped to the untouched omelet in front of her, then to her lack of pants. “And you?”
“Fine.” She gritted her molars together, refusing to allow him to intimidate her into rattling off excuses for being half undressed in Jake’s kitchen.
A muscle began to work along Noah’s jaw. “You broke into our system and stole information. In what universe could you not have told me what was going on?”
“I modified all of it. I swear. They didn’t get anything useful or authentic.”
“You think that makes me feel better?” Noah asked after a moment.
Becca met Noah’s gaze. “We both know we’d go to extremes to protect the family.”
Pound. Pound-pound. Pound.
They all glanced toward the front door.
Michael pushed in without waiting for the door to be answered. He yelled, “Jake, you dipshit, you didn’t even lock the door? That’s lax security after someone tried to kill you and my sister in this building.”
“In here,” Jake said.
Michael stormed in. His gaze narrowed on her.
Jake said, “A Harrison family convention. I’ll step out. Give you guys some privacy.”
“Oh, no, you don’t.” Michael’s words halted Jake’s skirt around the counter. “You don’t get a free pass out of this. You’re a part of this family and entrenched in this mess.” He rounded on Becca. “What the ever-loving hell were you thinking? You got yourself shot in the stomach—”
“Fake shot. Get your facts straight.”
“How’s that better?” Michael slammed his hands down on the marble countertop. “You got sucked into that underground world after they murdered Kaleb? Why didn’t you tell me?”
She hopped off the stool and stormed around to stand in front of him. “You don’t get to pull the big brother card and judge me.”
“I am your oldest brother. It’s my duty to pull that card any time I need to.” He blew out an angry sigh and glanced heavenward. “This room, all of us… The secrets stop right now. There will be absolute trust in here. Does anyone, I meananyone, have any other Symphis secrets they have not shared? Anyone else under his or her influence?” Michael glanced at each one of them. “I’m not.”
Noah’s gaze dropped. “He…she was sending Tori messages for the past few months. Little threats. I don’t think she showed me all of them.”
“Becca?” Michael asked.
“She had a video of me stealing tech for GenShare that they then sold to the Chinese. I don’t know what will happen with it, but it could really hurt all of you if released. They killed my wedding date as a scare tactic and forced me to be close to Jake to try to get a chance at NJ Legacy’s mainframe.”
“Jake?” Michael asked.
“I don’t know any more about Symphis than what the FBI told us.” Jake’s gaze slid to hers, unsure and then glazed over into stoicism.
Got it. Not talking about them as involved with her brothers. Probably smart, although it hurt.
“Good.” Michael pulled Becca into a half hug and asked low, “You really okay, kid? That was some next level shit you pulled. Impressive tech development though. You designed whatever was used to worm into their mainframe?”
She nodded. “You find out anything new from Quan?”
Noah poured himself a cup of coffee.
Michael said, “Nothing new. He seemed apologetic about his bad judgment taking you down to the interrogation center.”
“Something wasn’t right yesterday, but I don’t know if it was me out of it from the drug or something real. I got a bad feeling everything with Lisi and Quan wasn’t what it seemed.”
“You mind?” Michael pointed at her omelet.
