Oli
PACK EM UP GOSSIP COLUMN
WHY WON’T OLI HART AND THE EDGE CONFIRM OR DENY DATING RUMORS?
June 9th
T he security team we hired has done a great job of staying hidden. Most of the time, I forget that they’re even there unless I’m looking for them.
Now, as they stand in front of me as a unit with only one of them missing, I wonder how that’s possible. They’re so large and formidable that they take up half the bus. Their presence fills the space with an air of command that’s hard to ignore.
Jack gathered all of us after he received a text from their lead alpha, Saint.
Aiden, Chase, and I are sitting on the couch with Jack and Dax standing across from the security team.
“I think we are in good hands with them,” I whisper, nudging Chase, who’s seated beside me, his arm draped protectively over my shoulder.
Chase grins, his eyes scanning the team with approval. “Definitely makes me feel better.” I can feel the rumble of his voice through his chest.
“Ms. Hart, gentlemen,” Saint addresses us, his voice calm and smooth, like whiskey poured over ice. It’s not loud, but it cuts through the hum of the bus’s idling engine, demanding attention without needing to shout.
“Call me , please,” I insist once again.
A flicker of amusement crosses his face before professional detachment slips back into place. “, then. We’ve completed the vetting process for everyone involved with the tour going forward,” he informs us, his eyes meeting each of ours in turn.
“That sounds promising,” Aiden pipes up, leaning forward with interest. “No more surprises?”
“We’ve done our due diligence,” the security leader assures, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “You can focus on the music and leave the safety concerns to us.”
“Music to my ears,” I breathe out, feeling the tight coil of tension in my gut begin to unravel. The guys nod their agreement, the collective relief palpable in the cramped space of the bus.
“Thank you,” I add, locking eyes with the leader. “Seriously, this means everything to us.”
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 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.
“, 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. “Trevor and 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? I will get 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, ve. 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.
“I agree, little rose,” Chase says, pressing a kiss against the crown of my head.
“It’s the best move,” Dax affirms, the determination evident in his stance.
Aiden nods. “We need you safe.”
“Then let’s do it,” I declare, ready to face this new challenge head-on.
To the left of the twins, a mountain of a man with eyes like steel traps—nods at me.
I exhale with relief. My alphas feel it, too. I can tell by the way their shoulders relax ever so slightly.
The security team turns to leave, their movements synchronized and precise like a well-rehearsed dance routine. I can’t help but admire their efficiency as they file out the door one by one with that same commanding presence that had filled the space moments ago.
“Goodbye!” I shout before snuggling back into Chase.
The door shuts with a soft hiss, sealing us in our own little world once more. Silence blankets the interior, but it’s not empty or awkward—it’s loaded with relief that this will be over soon.