Page 215 of Juliet & Her Romeos

Ambrose ducks his head. Water runs down his face.

My chest is tight. My nails bite into my palms.

Ambrose is tearing apart his own pack, company, and legacy.

If his mom — a famous billionaire — is arrested, it’ll lead to a national scandal. The press will tear the Romeos apart.

It’s social suicide for Ambrose.

Plus, this is his mom.

I understand that he’s conflicted.

But please,please, let him face these demons now.

My Alpha needs to overcome his fear the same as I am.

Maybe then his wounds will heal too.

I hold my breath.

“Please,” I whisper against Benedict’s honey scented neck. “Please…”

Ambrose’s shoulders straighten. “Laurent and I have been ready to free our pack from our mom our entire lives.”

Respect flashes in Dante’s eyes. “Good man.”

“What mistake did Olivia make because she watched our performance?” I ask. “Do we have enough evidence now?”

“We hadnoevidence.” Ambrose looks dangerous in the dark, as the storm whips his coat around him. “So, we forced her to give us some.”

Vito’s grin is wicked. “This was the plan from the start.”

“It’s an ancient play,” Benedict adds, “used in court intrigues across the world. If your enemy is too smart to reveal their evil deeds, then you—”

“Mindfuck them, until they do.” Silas rests his arm on Ambrose’s shoulder like they’re best friends. “Our sudden, unprecedented co-operation and the murder being acted in the play ensured that she’d be kind enough to provide us with that evidence.”

“What evidence?” Swan demands.

“As soon as she left the theater, she returned to the academy,” Benedict replies. “Forty-three minutes later, Laurent logged that she began to open hidden files that he hadn’t previously been able to access on the system. She led himstraight to them. After that, she started to delete precisely two hundred and eighty-two of them.”

Benedict is struggling to come down after the stress of his first performance on stage but he insisted on being here.

Olivia ishisfear as well.

He’s showing extreme courage that most people will never understand by standing here alongside his family tonight.

Group situations are difficult for him, let alone with intimidating strangers like the sheriff and his deputy.

I will never forget it.

In fact, I’ll never forget what all these men have done for me.

“Of course, it’s not easy to fully delete something, especially when my brother has hidden access,” Ambrose says with a hint of pride. “Laurent recovered each of those deleted files, then sent them to the Sheriff. Mom led him directly to the evidence.”

A cold ball forms in my stomach.

I’m shivering. “Does it prove…? About the murders?”

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