by Mari Carr
Elegant Seduction
Trinity Masters, Book 6
Mari Carr and Lila Dubois
Elegant Seduction
Copyright 2015 Mari Carr, Lila Dubois
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Epilogue
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Chapter One
Sebastian Stewart walked through the front doors of the Boston Public Library like a man with a noose around his neck. He had returned to the States at the ass crack of dawn that morning and headed straight to the legacy house, in hopes of catching Juliette there. He and his best friend—the new Grand Master—had some air to clear. A lot of it. He’d fucked up big time and had returned to Boston with the knowledge that he would have to work overtime to convince his oldest and dearest friend that he was truly sorry.
However, he hadn’t found Juliette at the house the two of them shared with several other legacies of the Trinity Masters. Being raised as part of the elite, ultra-secret society came with some nice perks. One main bonus was the connections Sebastian had to very wealthy, successful members of society.
His family, like Juliette’s, had been part of the Trinity Masters since the inception. Sebastian’s parents, his two moms and his father, were high-ranking officials working in various areas of the Department of Justice. His biological mother was the head of the DOJ cybersecurity department, while his “Aunt Joyce” was a professor at Quantico. His dad was just recently named Deputy Director of the DEA after spending years in the field as one of the department’s top agents.
When he considered his upbringing, he decided it shouldn’t have come as any big shock to Juliette that he’d followed in his family’s footsteps and pursued a career with the CIA.
However, it was a surprise. Because for the past few years, he’d lied to her, claimed he was employed as an aid worker. The lies hadn’t rested easy on his shoulders, but he hadn’t had a choice when it came to revealing the truth to her.
What he had found at the legacy house was a letter taped to the door of his bedroom. He hadn’t spoken to Juliette and he hadn’t told her he was coming home. Apparently it didn’t matter. The Grand Master was keeping tabs on him. Sebastian had opened the letter, breaking the wax seal on the ornate envelope with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
The contents of the letter were the reason he was now dodging tourists in the front lobby of the public library, his head pounding due to lack of sleep, stress, and a healthy amount of pure fury.
She’d called him to the altar.
Juliette, in a pique of anger, had decided to punish him by setting him up with his trinity. He couldn’t believe she was so furious with him that she’d seek revenge in such a petty, immature, lifelong way. And the worst part was she’d set up the ceremony knowing exactly what time his flight was landing, ensuring he wouldn’t have time to talk to her beforehand.
He bypassed the library elevator and headed for the stairs. He needed to blow off some steam, to try to burn off some of this red-hot rage. When he reached the third floor, he made his way along the dingy aisle to the rare books room. Once inside the tiny room, he crossed to the storage closet door. As always, there was no one in the room. It was simple enough to enter the closet without being seen. He moved the book cart aside and pressed the secret button that revealed an ancient elevator.
Sebastian glanced at his watch and scowled. He was cutting it close. As it was, he’d barely have time to find the dressing room and don his robe before the bell rang to signal him into the chamber. Juliette had timed her revenge well.
The difference between the third floor of the library and the elegant hallway he found himself in when he stepped off the elevator never failed to feel like culture shock. Upstairs, the floors were covered in wall-to-wall carpeting that was thirty years past its prime, held to the floor with duct tape and dirt. In the Trinity Masters’ chambers, the floors were pristine, sparkling granite that screamed of prestige, sophistication, power.
He walked down the corridor and took a deep, steadying breath as he approached the dressing rooms. He passed B and C before standing outside his own assigned room, A. Glancing at the closed doors, he could only assume that his future partners were ensconced inside, donning their own robes, waiting with nervous anticipation and the realization that their lives were about to change forever.
His temper flared hot once more. This was bullshit. No matter what lies he had told to Juliette in the past, everything he’d done had been to protect her, with the best interest of the Trinity Masters at heart.
The Trinity Masters protected the country—and they’d been doing so since his forefathers helped dump some tea into the harbor. To be a member of the Trinity Masters meant giving your life to the society and its cause. And if that meant you lied to your best friend about what you really did, then you lied. And if you had to hack your best friend’s email on behalf of the U.S. government, then you hacked it.
In her heart, she knew that being a member meant getting your hands dirty, meant doing things that might seem unsavory, but were necessary. When they’d been teenagers she’d taken the high moral ground—a rebellion against her father, the Grand Master.
Now, Juliette was the Grand Master, had clearly found his file, and she was using her newfound power. For her to fuck with his life so carelessly was unforgivable.
He had returned to Boston to apologize. If Juliette went through with this, if she pledged his life to two strangers chosen specifically to punish him, then the apology would be hers to issue.
And he wouldn’t accept it.
Sebastian entered the room, disappointed to find it empty save for the long black robe he was expected to wear to meet his assigned mates. Part of him—the optimistic part, the part who couldn’t believe his best friend would do this to him—ha
d hoped Juliette would be waiting in the room. That she’d punch him in the arm, call him a string of unsavory names, rant and rave for a bit, and then she’d tell him the rest had been a joke, a way to teach him a lesson for turning her into an unwitting CIA informant.
He looked in the mirror and studied the dark circles under his eyes. He’d spent thirty-two hours traveling from Tripoli to Boston with a long layover in Dubai. He had hoped to sleep on the plane, but stress had kept him awake, not allowing him to do more than doze for a few minutes at a time. He was exhausted and in the absolute worst frame of mind for what was about to come. Juliette used to chastise him for his short fuse, claiming he could go from zero to sixty quicker than anyone she’d ever met.
A bell sounded. Sebastian’s chest constricted. He was supposed to undress. Members came to the altar in only their undergarments or some chose to wear nothing at all. Sebastian’s father had once explained to him that part of the ceremony involved dropping the hood and discarding the robe. Bearing their bodies to each other symbolized that they were offering themselves completely, that they were coming to the union with nothing to hide.
Sebastian grabbed the black robe from the hanger and threw it on over his clothing. He didn’t bother to remove his shoes. He wasn’t okay with this. Wasn’t okay with Juliette destroying his life as some petty act of vengeance.
He opened the door and stomped into the room. He hadn’t lifted the hood to conceal his identity either. He was throwing all the traditions right back in Juliette’s face.
Standing around the crest in the center of the room was a man and a woman. He could tell by the colors of their robes. The woman wore white and was a slight, tiny thing, while the man’s build resembled that of an NFL linebacker, his long black robe barely reaching his feet.
Sebastian distinctly heard a gasp from the woman as he approached the circle. For a moment, he thought perhaps she was horrified by the fact he hadn’t hidden his face. Then it occurred to him that perhaps her shock was based on recognition. He tried to peer beneath her hood, to sneak a peek at her, but the woman anticipated his actions and lowered her head.
Yep. She knew him. And given her response, she wasn’t any happier about this union than he was. So there were two lives Juliette was fucking up. Sebastian turned his attention to the man standing directly across from him. He didn’t attempt to hide his face. In fact, it seemed to Sebastian as if he was purposely letting the hood drift back, revealing his features. He was a stranger, no one Sebastian had ever seen before.
Which meant he wasn’t a legacy. And he wasn’t from Boston.
Sebastian had grown up surrounded by the Trinity Masters, born and bred at the heart of the secret society. He rooted for the Celtics, the Bruins, the Red Sox and the Patriots, and he’d spent years trying to drive the New England “ah”—found in pahty and pahking—out of his accent in order to perform his undercover duties with the agency.
Before he could study the man’s features more closely, a side door opened and the Grand Master walked into the room in full regalia. They’d clearly had special robes made to fit Juliette. The long, rich velvet material was cut to accommodate her height and figure. If she’d attempted to wear her older brother Harrison’s robes, they would have dragged several inches behind her.
It was hard for Sebastian to dredge up any of the sympathy he’d felt for his friend when she had learned Harrison had broken the rules of the Trinity Masters and was being forced to step down as Grand Master. Juliette had lived her life prior to that safe in the knowledge that her big brother would rule the society until his retirement or death, at which point any child he had would take over. When he had stepped down, childless, the leadership of the organization fell to her. She hadn’t wanted it.
Sebastian had understood her reticence. It was a huge responsibility. Hundreds of members, political alliances, sociological, educational and scientific advances, and God only knew what else now rested on her shoulders.
But any compassion he felt for her situation had evaporated, boiled away to nothingness in the scorching rage coursing through him.
It was impossible to tell if Juliette was surprised to see his face so boldly revealed. Her face, like the woman’s next to him, was well hidden beneath the hood of her robe.
When she began to speak, to say the words of the binding ceremony, Sebastian was once again shocked. That damn optimistic part of him was still waiting for her to call this farce off. The longer she spoke, the more he realized that wasn’t going to happen. She had every intention of tying his future to these two people.
When it came time for introductions, she began with the other man.
“Grant Breton.”
Sebastian had never heard of him, though there was something vaguely familiar about his last name.
Grant didn’t hesitate to shed his robe. Beneath, he was completely naked. There was no shame or embarrassment. Sebastian’s respect for the man rose.
Grant was an attractive man—clearly older than Sebastian—with dark-brown eyes and auburn hair. He had an air of confidence and a determined face that said he didn’t put up with anyone’s bullshit. It was a familiar look—one Sebastian saw in the mirror every morning.
When Juliette announced the other name, Sebastian understood just how deeply her anger toward him ran.
“Elyse Hunt.”
Sebastian closed his eyes, unwilling to watch as Elyse removed her robe. When he didn’t hear the swish of fabric hitting the floor, he opened them and realized she’d only lowered the hood. Her eyes were filled with apprehension and a bit of anger.
Juliette only paused a moment before saying his name. Like Elyse, he refused to take off his robe. Though he couldn’t see her face, he felt Juliette’s gaze boring into him. Several long, painful moments passed as he tried to come to grips with everything he felt—anger, sorrow, frustration, disbelief. His gut ached, knowing that she would do this without a word, without giving him a chance to explain or apologize.
She was the best friend he’d ever had and her actions sliced through him like the sharpest knife, cutting deeply, painfully.
Finally, she released a quiet sigh, and then took the long gold chain that held the crest of the Trinity Masters from her neck. She bade them to each put a hand out, which they did. His was on the bottom. When Elyse hesitated too long, Grant placed his on top of Sebastian’s, and Elyse placed hers on Grant’s. The chain was looped around their stacked hands and Juliette completed the ceremony, said the last few words, each one forcibly striking the coffin she’d just nailed him inside.
No one spoke or made a move as silence permeated the air. Typically, the end of the ceremony—like that of a traditional wedding—included a kiss. That clearly wasn’t going to happen here.
Juliette removed the chain and turned to leave the chamber. She was nearly to the door when Sebastian lost it. Before the door closed behind her, he caught it to follow Juliette and left his partners standing by the altar, their mouths agape.
Juliette spun angrily when she heard him following her down the small hallway that led to the Grand Master’s office. These elegant chambers, buried deep beneath the Boston Public Library, were connected by a spider’s web of secret passageways. He suspected no one truly knew where they all were or where they led to.
He opened his mouth to blast her, but she held up her hand.
“Wait,” she commanded. “Just wait.”
Then she continued toward her office, Sebastian in tow, being treated like a small child about to be chastised by the principal. That feeling didn’t sit well with him.
She gestured to a chair in front of her large antique desk as she circled it to claim the space behind. She was purposely putting herself in the power seat, placing herself in the position of authority.
He didn’t sit down.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Her voice was tight with anger.
Sebastian leaned toward her, looming, with his palms flat against the surface of her desk.
“That’s actually my question for you. Dammit, Juliette! This is my life you’re playing with. I know you’re pissed about the fact that I lied to you, but I can’t believe you would—”
Juliette rose from the chair, placing her own hands against the desk. He had a foot on her, but when she leaned closer, fury flashing in her eyes, size ceased to matter. In this battle, they were equals, their rage burning at the same scorching level. “How dare you! Do you seriously think that I chose your trinity based on petty revenge? You’re right, Bastian—” She all but spit the nickname he hated at him. “I am pissed. And hurt. You’re my best friend and you lied to me and used me. For years.”
Hearing her admit that he’d hurt her took some of the wind out of his sails. He loved her like a sister. Had since they were kids.
His lies were based on his desire to serve his country and the Trinity Masters. To keep America strong. She, of all people, should understand what that meant to him.
“Jules—” he started, his voice quieter as his anger began to fade.
Unfortunately, Juliette was just getting started. “Your behavior in there was appalling and it has me second-guessing my plan. It’s clear I’ve made a horrible mistake. I thought you were the best man for this job, but now…”
Job? Plan? What the hell was she talking about?
“Jules—”
She was on a roll and unwilling to let him get a word in edgewise. God help her new husbands if they ever got into a lover’s spat with her. It was impossible to win when she worked herself up into a lather.
She opened her mouth and looked as if she was about to start a truly epic rant—she was damn good at those—but no sound emerged. Instead, she paused and glanced around the room. She ran her hands over the surface of her desk. When she looked up, her face seemed older and there was a seriousness to her expression that seemed foreign.
With a start, Sebastian realized he wasn’t just looking at his friend. This was the Grand Master.