Page 5 of A Knotty Road Trip

“I’m going to find a hotel for the night, then start the drive to LA. If you need anything in the meantime let me know,” Ken says, and I nod.

“Have a good night. We should be fine from here,” I tell him, and he sits up straight in his seat before rolling the window back up.

Turning, I rush inside and sigh as the warmth hits me once more. Damn, it’s cold. Looking around, I don’t see the guys, so I walk over to the check-in desk and grab the itinerary and papers waiting for me.

Perks of being VIP: no line.

“Thanks,” I tell the girl behind the counter, and she blushes, looking away quickly. Laughing, I shake my head as I continue toward the elevator.

As I press the button, then wait, I take in all the decorations. We haven’t had time to do anything festive with the back-to-back concerts, and press interviews. I wonder if the guys are going to want to decorate their tour bus.

I should make a note to get in touch with Cristie. She would probably do it for me. As I’m contemplating things, my phone rings. Digging into the pocket in my zip-up under Angel’s coat, I grab it and quickly answer.

Shit! I should have checked who’s calling. I swear this man lives to make me ill. I wasn’t kidding about him giving me an ulcer.

“Beckett, where is my son?”Russel Baron, alpha to the Baron pack and Tate’s father barks.

“Tate’s currently going through security, which is where I am headed at the moment. How may I help you, Sir?”

“You can help me by opening your fucking emails and approving the list of names I sent to you. We have to line up the right omegas for the next two months. I am tired of them blowing me off. It’s time to settle.”I continue to listen to him rant about the same old shit.

It’s getting tiresome. The elevator finally opens, and I have an excuse to end his tirade.

“I will inform them as soon as I can, Sir, but I am about to enter a no signal zone. Once I am settled on the plane, I will go over the emails and give you their top five picks. Have a good rest of your night, Sir.”

I end the call before he can continue and sigh, leaning against the mirrored wall of the elevator, I close my eyes and take a few breaths. Tate, Angel, and I are pack, and I know they aren’t ready to add anyone new to our family.

Not only are they the lead singers of the band Knotty Trip, but they run a non-profit for disabled veterans. We don’t have the spoons to settle down just yet. Schedule is crazy enough.

The elevator dings, signaling that I have reached the top floor. Opening my eyes, I yawn. Tate is waiting for me with a grin on his handsome face and offers me his hand. I give him a thorough once over, checking that nothing has happened in the last ten minutes or so and release the breath I was holding when he looks okay.

Their fans can be crazy, and now that his father has slipped up and told reporters about him wanting his son to start a family, the omegas have become wild. Case in point, just a few hours ago, Angel had to run for his life when he found a fan hiding in the laundry bin at the gym, that’s supposed to hold soiled towels.

Taking his hand, I hold it until we reach the room where they have a guard checking our luggage and running a wand over Angel. He’s laughing and signing a fluffy pink notebook for a little girl in the corner.

She squeals when Tate enters and he grins, lifting our hands to give me a sweet kiss on my knuckles before dropping them and moving over to her. She starts to babble about one of his songs, and I smirk.

No one knows it because I hate the spotlight, but I actually write most of the lyrics for Knotty Trip. I love being a part of their dream, even if it’s in the shadows, though I am known for being the best assistant they have ever had.

Not that I would ever give up my job for anything. It keeps us close.

I have known Angel and Tate almost my whole life. I am a few years younger, but they were my neighbors until my mother passed away. She loved substances more than her son. I spent alot of time over at the Baron’s. Eating, playing video games, and just enjoying my childhood the best I could.

Tate and I didn’t start officially dating until last year, when I confessed my feelings for him after a night of celebrating. I don’t drink for a reason, and my low tolerance had my filter non-existent.

I never thought Tate would feel the same way. He can be an asshole at times, but when it comes to the people he loves and his fans, he’s a completely different person.

“Now, I don’t know who is more excited, me or Angel,” he says, crouching down, so the little girl can wrap her arms around his neck and give him a hug. There is a woman off to the side and she has tears in her eyes.

I notice the little girl looks frail and when I glance at the woman again, I see that she’s holding arm braces in her hand. Oh shit!

I quickly move over to the woman and offer her my hand. I totally forgot about this meet and greet, and by the look of things they have been waiting for a long time.

“Ma’am please excuse our lateness. With the events of this afternoon, I will be honest and admit that this meeting slipped my mind. Please allow me to compensate for your time with concert tickets and a flight to see the band play next month in Connecticut.”

The woman gasps and throws herself into my arms. Her voice wobbles.

“You don’t need to do that. We would have waited days to meet you guys, but thank you. This is the best Christmas gift you could ever give to me and my Isabella.”

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