Table Of ContentBROKEN LEGACY
DARK LEGACY BOOK THREE
JAYMIN EVE
TATE JAMES
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
5. Beck
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
19. Beck
Chapter 20
21. Beck
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
27. Beck
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
30. Beck
Chapter 31
32. Epilogue
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For those that race through life like Riley.
Never ease up on the gas until you cross the line first.
Or die trying.
1
S
hock held me immobile for many long moments. I’d just seen
Catherine Deboise—my birth mother—kissing her brother.
Graeme Huntley. And not a kiss-on-the-cheek-happy-to-see-
family sort of kiss. Nope. This was some Game of Thrones, incest as fuck,
brother and sister making out.
My stomach lurched, and I swallowed hard to stop the bile from rising
any farther.
A million questions ran through my head, and the general theme was
making my stomach churn even harder.
Was I the product of an incestuous relationship?
Was Oscar?
Did Richard know about the relationship?
Was Catherine the spy?
She had to be the spy.
She was kissing the man who ran the company trying to destroy Delta.
What the fuck else could that mean?
After Graeme left in a rush of expensive sports car, I remained where I
was, pressed into the grass of the Deboise estate, hidden behind some well-
trimmed hedges. Thankfully, Catherine didn’t linger on her doorstep,
returning inside before his car had even cleared the gate. Somehow, she
hadn’t figured out that I was out here—for once, the laziness of the guards
was working in my favor.
Or maybe Richard told them not to announce me. Who knew what that
crazy bastard was up to?
A slight scuff of dirt behind me alerted me to the new presence, and I
managed not to scream as I swung my head toward the noise, already
reaching for the gun tucked into the front pocket of my hoodie.
Their faces were creased in hard, angry lines.
“Riley,” Beck murmured, his gaze running across me like he was
assessing for injuries. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Dylan was right beside him, both of them in a similar position to me,
pressed close to the ground.
“I came to see Catherine,” I started breathlessly. “I was going to
confront her about Dante. Get the truth out of that slimy bitch.”
I sounded shocked, my voice vapid.
Beck immediately noticed. “What happened?” he demanded, somehow
managing to keep his voice low despite his obvious pissed-off-ness.
“Catherine and Graeme,” I whispered, the images of them kissing
strong in my mind. “Catherine and fucking Graeme Huntley,” I finished
louder.
Both guys turned to look toward the impressive mansion, their eyes
tracking in that hunter survivalist way they had.
“I thought that was his car,” Beck muttered, “when we were jumping
the fence.”
I nodded like a bobble-head toy. “Yep, he just left.”
“She’s in shock,” Dylan said softly. “We need to get her out of here.
Give her a chance to calm down.”
Beck found his feet and lifted me with ease, cradling me against his
chest.
“What about Catherine?” I gasped, because we were not hiding at all.
Beck made a disparaging sound. “Fuck Catherine. She doesn’t scare us.
We were in stealth mode until we knew you were okay, but now...”
Fair enough.
He followed Dylan; they moved fast and soundlessly, able to step in just
the right way as to not create any sort of disturbance. I did not have this
skill. Which was the only reason I didn’t ask him to put me down. Right
now my body felt like jelly, and I’d probably trip and break another limb if
I was left to my own devices.
I gave Dylan the front gate code, and he entered it so we could leave.
Beck’s Bugatti was parked right beside the butterfly, and he dropped me
into the passenger seat before holding out a hand for my keys. He wanted
Dylan to drive my car.
I started to shake my head—I was the one who drove the butterfly.
She’d only just been returned to me after being totaled, and I was feeling a
little possessive, but as my head spun, I realized that I wasn’t really in the
best position to be focusing on things like traffic and pedestrians. Plus, I
wanted to be close to Beck. I needed the comfort.
When I surrendered the keys, Dylan shot me one last worried look
before he turned and hopped in the butterfly.
“Talk to me, baby,” Beck said as he started up his Bugatti. “Tell me
what you saw.”
The burn of acid assaulted my throat again, my stomach contents
wanting to expel from my body. I’d never quite realized how weak my
stomach was until I entered this world. I’d probably thrown up more in the
last few months than I had in the ten years before that. All of this insane shit
was really taking a toll on me.
Beck had his unfathomable expression focused on me still, and I tried to
organize my scattered thoughts. “When I got there, Catherine was standing
on the front porch with a man. I knew immediately it wasn’t Richard, and I
figured she was having an affair. You know, rich wife cliché that she is.”
Beck nodded, slowing down as we exited the main gates of the Delta
compound.
“Then he turned around and … it was Graeme,” I whispered.
Beck’s expression twisted slightly into confusion, and not because I said
Graeme, he’d already known he was there, but because of the way I said it.
I turned in my chair and met his gaze full on. “She kissed him,
Sebastian. Kissed him passionately… like a lover.”
I waited for him to flinch, or call me crazy, or act disgusted.
But he did none of those things.
Either his mind hadn’t immediately gone to me being a possible incest
baby, or he was much better than me at hiding his emotions, because right
now, his expression was unreadable.
I jumped when he reached out and captured my hand. “We will get to
the bottom of this, Butterfly,” he told me, his voice as serious as I’d ever
heard it. “And I promise you, Catherine Deboise is going to fucking pay for
what she’s done to you. To all of us.”
I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, trying my best to get those images out
of my head. “She’s literally the most fucked up human I’ve ever met. And
considering the world I’ve been in lately...”
That was really saying something.
Actually, Graeme Huntley was about the same, so there were two
fucked up Huntleys wandering around. Fucked up Huntleys that might be
my pare—
I gagged again, and knowing I couldn’t live like this any longer, I
reached into the center of the car and grabbed for Beck’s phone. He didn’t
question me or try and take the phone back; he just let me scroll through
until I found the number I needed.
The phone rang three times before a deep, familiar voice answered.
“Beck!” Richard Deboise said quickly. “Is everything okay with Riley?”
Hearing his voice had my stomach churning once more, not just because
the last time I’d seen him he’d tried to drug me, but because he might not be
my father, and if he wasn’t, that meant…
“I need you to tell me the truth,” I said without preamble. “For once in
my life, I need the honest truth. You fucking owe me after our last
meeting.”
That got Beck’s attention—I could practically feel his steely gaze
slamming into the side of my head, but I ignored him, waiting for Richard’s
answer.
There was a beat of silence and then: “Okay.”
“Did you know about Catherine and Graeme Huntley?’
The silence was longer this time. Much longer.
“Yes. I have known since before we were married.”
The phone was on speaker, and Beck’s angry sound reached Richard.
“Who is with you, Riley?” he asked, more bite in his tone.
“Just Sebastian,” I replied.
“It’s not safe to talk on the phone,” Richard continued then. “Meet me at
the red-zone Delta house. Beck knows what I’m talking about.”
The line went dead, and with trembling hands, I dropped it back where
it usually sat. “He knew about it.” My voice rasped. “He knew she was
fucking her brother, and he still married her.”
Everything about this day was blowing my mind, but there was one
positive in Richard already knowing—hopefully he would have some
answers to the many questions spinning around my head.
