Page 29 of Knot My Band: Part Two

He nods once, sharp and precise. “It’s what we do. You’ll have nothing to worry about under our watch.”

“That still leaves Trevor and May out there. The police aren’t doing anything since we have no proof,” Dax says, arms folded as he stands tall.

The security leader shifts, his demeanor suddenly weightier. “We have news on that front as well.”

Jack steps forward. “What is it?”

My heart hammers against my ribs.

“The bug in the flowers was sloppy, clearly done by an amateur. We could trace the purchase back to May Thornton, but that’s not all,” he tells us.

Shouts break out across the room.

“What else?” Jack demands.

“We were able to get a bug on Trevor’s phone before he was fired. We’ve been keeping an eye on Trevor’s interactions. Particularly concerning are his dealings with May.”

Another bug? This is serious spy shit. Something I am not used to at all.

“And you found something?” I prompt.

He pulls out his phone and holds it out towards us. “Listen,” he says, pressing play.

“You promised me, Trevor!” A whiny female voice comes through the phone. May doesn’t sound like much of an alpha right now.

“I know, baby. I promise to find another way to get you up on that stage.” Hearing Trevor sweet talk her makes me nauseous.

If his affection sounds like this, he never had it for me.

“And how will you be doing that? You were fired! You said you would get Oli out of the way so I could have her tour and my band back! Do you even love me?” May asks.

Trevor groans. “I had my biggest star strangled so her voice would be gone! How could I prove I love you more than that!”

Saint cuts the recording off and looks grim. “The rest is just his reassurance, but this is enough to incriminate them. If you agree, we would like to inform the police.”

My breath catches in my throat, a toxic cocktail of betrayal and disbelief burning down my esophagus.

I suspected, but hearing him say it so casually hurts.

I can feel the heat of betrayal flushing my cheeks as I glance up at my alphas, their faces carved from stone.

“That son of a bitch!” Jack snaps.

“Oli, baby, look at me,” Aiden’s voice cuts through the room. “I know it hurts, but this is the proof we needed.”

“Damn right,” Chase adds, his sandy brown hair falling into his eyes as he leans forward, hands clenched into fists. “Trevorand May have no idea who they’re dealing with. They’re going to pay for this.”

“That’s how he knew you wouldn’t have died. He ordered the hit to fuck up your voice,” Dax growls. His hazel eyes are hard, unreadable.

I’m about to say that he succeeded, but did he? Iwillget my voice back. I didn’t lose my tour, and May is nowhere near my alphas. He failed.

Aiden’s hand finds mine, reassuring me that I’m not alone. We’re a team, a unit.

“Thank you for bringing this to us,” I manage to say, my voice steadier than I feel. The security team’s unwavering professionalism in the face of this mess is like a comfort. “For being thorough. For catching this before it got even uglier.” My gratitude warms me from the inside out, fueling a fire that’s been growing since Trevor’s and May’s voices filled the tour bus.

Jack turns to look at me. “I agree they should bring this to the police, but it’s up to you, Olive. The press will have a field day with this, but their arrest is the best way to keep you safe.”

I look at each of them, wanting all their opinions.