Page 91 of Rulebreaker
He audibly gulps and I finally see the clarity dawn on his dumb face. “At-Atlas Delarosa?”
“That’s Mr. Delarosa to you.” I flick up my brows in question. “And you are?”
Another gulp.
But it’s Lily who answers for him. “Harrison Huntington.”
My smile grows, but I know it’s not remotely pleasant, know he feels its chill. “The lawyer.” I don’t move as I reach into my pocket and pull out my cell. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.”
I hit a button—one that takes me straight into a video call with the head of my legal team.
Bec Darden is a shark, one of the best lawyers I’ve ever had the privilege of working with, and that’sprivilegebecause she doesn’t just work with anyone.
Lucky for me she deemed me worthy.
And lucky for me, she loves to chew up and spit out assholes like this just as much as I do.
She picks up on the second ring, bedhead on full display, considering the early hour on the west coast. “Do you know what time it is?”
“I know that you’re going to love this.” I turn the camera around.
There’s a pause. “Is that Stan Conner’s attorney?”
I nod. “Harrison,” I say dryly, knowing she’ll find his name–fit for an asshole–as amusing as I do. Then I focus. Because Lily’s hurting. Because I need to get this fuck out of here, need to make sure he’s so fucking scared he stays away. “Do me a favor and get the entire legal team on Lily’s prenup and separation agreements?”
She jerks her chip up. “DidHarrisondraft them?”
I lift my brows at the man in question.
“Is that—” A gulp. “Is that Rebecca Darden?”
She snorts and I don’t blame her. Because Harrison is trembling, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple.
“I don’t believe that’s the proper answer to the question,” I say dryly. “Did you draft the agreements?”
“I—”
I flick up my brows again.
“Yes.”
Bec grins her shark-like smile. “I’ll be in the office in a half hour with the team.”
“Thanks,” I say. “Oh, and Bec?”
“Yeah?”
“Please also reach out to my contact at the FBI?—”
Harrison chokes.
“We’ll need to open up an investigation for blackmail against our friend Harrison here.”
More sweat, and swear to fuck, his eyes tear up.
“On it,” Bec says and hangs up.
I pocket my phone, the toes of my shoes still brushing Harrison’s, my face still so close that I can smell the stink of his nervous sweat.
