Page 35 of A Knotty Road Trip

CHAPTER ELEVEN

ANGEL

Belle saying she didn’t like my music hurt me and put me in a nasty funk, but seeing how genuine she is and sweet… Fuck, I’m an idiot. Who cares if she doesn’t listen to my heart and soul.

She’s welcome to her opinion, and by the sound of things she doesn’t get to have an opinion very often. I’m not going to force her to accept my dream, but I hope she will support us at least.

“Oh, these are perfect… I mean if you think they will like them?” she says, turning around and showing me the lap desk she has for Beck, and the video game she has for Tate.

“I know it’s nothing much, but it might make the trip a little nicer,” she mumbles, then blushes. “It was dumb, never mind.” She walks off to put the stuff back, but I reach out and grab her arm.

“No, Vixen, it’s perfect. I’m sure they will love them… but what did you get me?” I tease, and she laughs.

“It’s a surprise.” Putting the things in the cart, she does a full 360 spin, looking at all the things in the store. “I think that’s everything,” she states, then walks in front of me and pushes the cart.

I watch as her ass sways and follow after her when she gets too far ahead. My cock perks up, and I silently curse it to behave. I know we fucked last night… Well kinda, I am a little jealous Beck got her first, but she is his.

But that doesn’t matter. We didn’t bring her along with us to just keep fucking her, though I wouldn’t mind. I’m halfway in love with the sassy omega, and I know when she leaves Beck’s heart won’t be the only one broken.

As we reach the checkout, I place all the things on the belt, and she browses the candy, grabbing a few. “Tate loves Skittles, and Beck likes York Patties,” I tell her, and she grabs some of those too.

“What about Ken? I feel bad that he’s the only one driving us all the way. That’s got to be exhausting. Maybe we should all take a shift?” she suggests, and I smile. She’s really unlike every other omega and even some betas I know.

The moment they find out about our father’s wealth, before we even became famous, they would expect fancy gifts, dinners, and never once offered us something in return, or even a thanks. Well unless you count sex, and sometimes it wasn’t even that great.

Not like last night. The emotional connection I feel with Belle is indescribable, and if she’s not careful I may become addicted.

“Ken doesn’t like it when we drive his car, but we can offer,” I say when I realize she’s still waiting for me to reply.

“Oh okay then. I just feel bad. I’ve never driven a limousine before, but it can’t be much different than a car right?”

I shrug because honestly I don’t know. Ken has driven us almost everywhere. We have our licenses, but that doesn’t meanmuch when everytime we drive somewhere we have our guards with us normally.

Rich has to be beyond pissed that he’s not here with us right now. Damn label has him in LA already running security at the holiday event’s venue. They wanted to make sure that the stadium’s security was up to snuff.

I miss the asshole. He’s one of our best friends and a part of our pack. I don’t care that he’s a beta and neither do the others. He’s saved our backs more times that I can probably count and that makes him family.

The cashier rings everything up and Belle tries to hand her cash. I swoop in and give her my card. “No, Angel, I can’t have you pay for all of my things, at least let me separate it.”

I shake my head. “No, it’s fine. You can pay next time.”

“You’re giving me a ride all the way to California for free, please just let me pay.” Pouting at me, I almost give in.

“No,” I growl, and the woman behind the counter squeaks and swipes my card, then hands me the receipt. Belle’s gray eyes are blazing. She looks mad, but I don’t care. If she thinks that any of us are planning to let her pay for a thing this whole trip she has another thing coming.

The lady hands us the bags, and Belle huffs, stomping off toward the door. “Thank you,” I tell the cashier, and she reaches her hand out, but stops before touching me.

“Sir, I hate to ask, but my daughter is a huge fan. Would you mind an autograph?” she asks, and her hands are shaking. I give her a big smile and nod.

“How about you run back and grab our latest record? I will be happy to sign it and I’ll have Tate come in so he can as well.”

“That would be the greatest gift, Sir. Thank you.” She looks around and waves over a young man.

“Brandon, will you watch the register for a moment? I’m going on break.” He nods, and they switch places.

“I’ll wait here. I promise,” I reassure her, and she quickly rushes off. The automatic doors open, and Tate walks in, yawning. He looks over his shoulder, and Beck soon follows.

They spot me and join me over by the coffee shop. I’ve been contemplating on ordering something.