Page 82 of Knot All That Glitters: Part 2

“Why did you tell her we won’t go after her for her part in what happened with your mother?”

“She deserves to be punished, baby girl.”

I shrug. “We need her help. She wouldn’t give it if we didn’t give her a guarantee.”

“Lesser of two evils then, angel?”

I shrug. “Something like that. We won’t go after her for what happened to my mother. We’ll go after her for what happened to Janie.”

They all look at each other, stunned, like it hadn’t occurred to them that Belinda fucked up in more ways than one. That Iwould consider what happened to their omega just as heinous as what happened to my mother.

But if she’d stepped up when my father murdered my mother, Janie would still be alive. Nevermind that she and her husband never held her captive or stood by while she was abused. Instead, they just sent her away with him, turned their backs on an omega in need.

Hale shakes his head, pride in the grin he gives me. “Sneaky, vicious little mouse.”

Chapter 24

Bite Me

It doesn’t take long for Belinda to come through for us. Not long at all.

Of course, she waited until we’d made clear progress with her partner, a sweaty, sniveling little alpha named Howard Hanes that I’ve always hated. We’d decided for the time being the easiest course of action would be to buy a portion of his shares, and then give them to Belinda. While he’d been resistant to selling to her, he has no problem selling to us. The fifteen percent stake he’s sold us will give Belinda the majority.

Of course, what she doesn’t realize is he’s also giving us plenty of ammunition to use against her.

It’s far too easy using them both against each other, and by the end, their club will be in ruins and they’ll both be behind bars… or worse.

Her partner has a habit of recording the private rooms while their clients are occupying them. She doesn’t know if it’s for blackmail or for his own viewing pleasure, but it doesn’t matter. We have video footage of every interaction Frederick Bell has had while at Shock and Awe. Every conversation he thought was private. Every time he nearly beat an omega to death. Every orgasm wrung from his body. We have it all.

Of course, that means we also have video footage of the times we as a pack, indulged him and had sex with omegas as well.

“Haven doesn’t need to see this,” I mutter, pulling my eyes away from the video of one of our first times meeting Bell at the club. He was testing us and we’d done everything we could to pass with flying colors. Makes me sick to think of it now, let alone watch it.

“I don’t fucking need to see this,” Jude groans, shutting down the video and tipping his head back. A little surprising given Jude’s penchant for voyeurism. But then I guess it hits differently when it’s your girl’s father you’re watching fuck. “Think we can just leak all of this to the media and let them sort through it?”

It’s tempting. Damn tempting. But as they are, the videos don’t hide the faces of the omegas. Or us. Or any of the other men Bell made deals with. And while it’s not my first inclination to protect them, the omegas don’t deserve to have videos of them being fucked and beaten everywhere on the internet.

“No, we need to protect the privacy of the others involved.”

Jude groans. “Does that mean I have to edit every one of them?”

I clap a hand on his shoulder. “It means we have to find the most damning of them and edit those.”

Jude groans again. “There are literally hundreds of videos.”

Nearly a thousand.

“Can you write a program that could filter them out for us? Find the most useful?”

Honestly, any of the videos would probably be enough, but we want to do the most amount of damage. Ruin him so completely that no amount of his good ol’ boy, aw shucks personality will get him out of it, like it did when Brian’s treasonous actions were leaked. A few earnest words, and everyone assumed he had no idea what his aide was doing. Utter bullshit, if you ask me.

“I could write a program that could filter for certain words in conversations, but whether they’d be the smoking gun or not…” He trails off his meaning clear.

“Okay, then I guess we need to keep looking manually.”

We go through a few more videos. Each one makes my skin crawl. Jude must be in a similar state, because after a while he mutters, “I need to take the hottest fucking shower possible. And I probably still won’t feel clean.”

I chuckle and clap him on the back. “Same, brother.”

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