Page 10 of Knot My Band: Part Two
“We are the Phoenix Pack Security team,” the leader—a mountain of a man with shoulders you could land a plane on—says in a voice deep enough to rattle my bones. He offers me a curt nod, his expression all business, eyes hidden behind mirrored shades. “I’m Saint.”
“Nice to meet you,” I reply, hopping down the steps.
Despite how handsome these alphas are, I feel nothing for them. I have my very own pack of four alphas who consume all my affection. There’s a set of twins and three others.
“Ms. Hart,” another one says, stepping forward. His eyes gleam as he gives me a small, respectful bow. “We’re here to make the rest of your tour as safe and comfortable as possible.”
Each of them introduces themselves, and I commit their names to memory, but it is going to be impossible for me to tell the twins apart; they’re identical.
“Call me Oli, please.”
They nod before turning to my alphas. I appreciate that they addressed me first.
Each of my guys introduces themselves, shaking their hands.
Dax hangs back, arms folded across his chest, his focus sweeping over the security team with a critical eye. But even he can’t hide the twitch of approval on his face.
The leader addresses Jack. “You said you want us with Oli and you four at all times, correct?”
They’re finalizing the details of the guard duty when Trevor texts me to meet in the venue’s dressing room to discuss the tour.
I relay the message, and the five of us, plus our new security, go together.
Chase’s green eyes flicker with the subtle fire that once made hearts flutter before mine snagged his attention for good. “Let’s make sure Trevor sees things our way.”
“Trevor is our manager. He’s been acting like an ass,” Aiden tells the Phoenix Pack.
The alphas exchange glances, their stances shifting into something even more protective, if possible.
The door to the meeting room swings open decisively, and I immediately sense a shift in the atmosphere.
Trevor is already seated on the couch, his posture rigid, and his knuckles white where they grip a pen. His frown deepens when he sees our security team filing in behind us.
“Who’s this?” Trevor snaps.
I pause at the venom in his voice.
Jack responds, “Our new private security team. They’ll be with us at all times.”
“Let me get this straight,” Trevor begins without preamble, his voice infused with incredulity as he stands up, “You went behind my back and added these alphas tomytour?”
Histour?
I lean against the cool surface of the wall, crossing my arms over my chest. “They’re here because we need them, Trev,” I say, keeping my tone light but firm. “After what happened to me, can you really say it’s unnecessary?”
Trevor’s gaze flits to me, then back to the imposing figures standing at ease yet alert around the room. “Oli, this is a rock tour, not some military operation. We have protocols in place for your safety.”
Chase’s laugh is cold and terrifying. “Those protocols didn’t keep my mate safe. She was choked out under the stage and would have died!”
“She wouldn’t have died,” Trevor says with too much certainty and an air of indifference.
“This is our choice and has nothing to do with you,” Dax points out, his voice smooth like whiskey but carrying an edge that suggests he isn’t here to play games. The others nod in agreement, their expressions grave.
Jack cuts in, stepping forward, his presence commanding. “After the scare with Oli, we’re not taking any chances. This is non-negotiable, Trevor.”
Aiden remains silent, but his eyes are watchful, missing nothing, always calculating. The decision is unanimous among us.
“Fine,” Trevor concedes after a tense pause, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “What did the doctor say about your throat?”
