Page 85 of Knot Your Business

DOMINIC

“Jasper, where is she?” Johnathan asks, pushing the shorter man out of his way and taking a single step into the small room. “And why the hell did you guys come if she was on the cusp of her heat? My event isn’t that important.”

“She wasn’t.” Rylan’s words are a snarl, and Johnathan pauses just inside the room.

There’s too many people in here, the scents of the Alphas responding to Violet’s siren song overwhelming the small space. Jasper tightens his grip on me as my body coils tighter.

Fuck me, I need to get out of here before I actually start killing people, beginning with the asshole still on the ground.

The man behind Johnathan chokes on his breath, his eyes widening as he messes with the collar of his uniform. “I can’t have an Omega in heat here. Not in the open.”

“How do we get out of here?” I ask. “One of us needs to get the car.”

Jasper squeezes my hand and frowns. Violet’s father looks at me, his eyebrows low.

“Rylan, can you get the car?” I ask, frustrated at everyone’s lack of response.

“For the love of God, Dominic, please use English,” Rylan mutters.

I grind out a curse and sigh.

Johnathan takes another step into the room, reaching for Violet where she’s hidden behind Rylan’s form. “Come on, sweetheart. I’ll help you get out of here while your Alphas get everything ready downstairs.”

Violet sobs, pulling her hand away from her father. Even my heart clenches at the heartbreak in the sound and the shattered look that crosses Johnathan’s face.

“How long has she been on the cusp? She shouldn’t be this lost to it if it just surfaced.” He tucks his hands into his pockets, glancing over his shoulder like he’s perfectly calm, even as his words are full of devastation. A woman runs up beside the hotel employee, her brown eyes worried. Johnathan shakes his head once, and she nods, turning and walking back toward the event, motioning for another woman to do the same.

“Johnathan has it in hand,” she says, loud enough that we can hear her over Violet’s noises. “Let’s start the presentation. Margie will present instead of him.”

Violet whines, and her scent thickens. The man on the ground growls as his body coils tighter. I pin his leg with my foot to keep him from trying to stand, putting more pressure when the asshole inevitably fights me.

Johnathan looks down at the man and scowls. “What the hell is going on?”

Jasper shakes his head. “I’m not sure. But Rylan needs to get her home before we attract even more unwanted attention.”

Both men share a look that says a thousand words. Johnathan nods and turns to the hotel employee.

“I need a valet to grab Jasper Montegue’s car.”

Jasper voices a quick disagreement. “I drove the Maserati. There’s not enough room.”

Johnathan closes his eyes for a minute. “Right. I forgot…” He shakes his head, letting the thought trail off. “I need Dominic Montegue’s car. Is there any way it can be pulled around to the side entrance? The sooner we get her out of here, the sooner it’s no longer your concern.”

The man nods and pulls out his phone, sending off a text. “What else do you need, sir?”

While he sorts through how to get Violet out of here in one piece, I step over the asshole. Rylan moves in sync, guiding Violet out from behind him. Before she can protest, I pull her into my arms bridal style, one arm under her knees and the other tight across her back, breathing through the rush of possessive rage at her scent being so near to me. She shudders, another round of whimpers moving up her throat.

Rylan murmurs something too low for me to understand, the feel of his voice soothing even to me, as he strips out of his suit jacket. Violet relaxes as he drapes it over her, covering the worst of the torn dress.

“I’m having one of our security guards escort you,” the employee says as we step out of the small room. I scowl, and he swallows. “He’s a Beta, so he’s of no risk to your Omega.”

“Thank you,” Johnathan says, stepping between me and the other man.

Bold fucking move.

Rylan runs his hand over Violet’s cheek and then down her neck and shoulder, never once letting his touch stop.

“Jasper, I’ll need you to stay for a bit,” Johnathan murmurs as the hotel employee walks away, his head bent over his phone. “The officer will need a statement from someone who isn’t influenced by her perfuming.”

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