Oh shit, I vaguely remembered that day. I’d been nine and the boys eleven. Because Angelo had been listening Jace had laughed and told me I was being a sillygirl. Then later, he’d held my hand and said that if he ever got married,of courseit would be to me.
I smiled at the memory, then hugged Angelo’s waist as we headed for the entry booth.
The first part of the plan went smoothly. Angelo used cash to pay for our entry, and we grabbed some clubs and balls and got started on the first hole—all of which sounded very sexual after the last few days, and for sure, the jokes were flowing from both guys every single time they missed.
“Aw, missed the mark,” Angelo said with a laugh when Rhett’s ball all but rimmed the hole and then bounced out. “So close, Silver. But, I guess you’re used to that.”
“Shut it, asshole,” Rhett said, flipping him off. “Your last shot didn’teven come close. Again, though, no surprise there.”
The biggest surprise was that I was still pretty good. We’d played a ton as kids, and being the competitive chick between two guys, I’d always worked hard to beat them. And today, it looked like I was going to do the same.
“Your stance is a little off,” Angelo said when I was lining up the seventh hole. “You need to twist your hips like this.”
He pressed in behind me, hands landing on my hips as he moved them into the position he suggested. “And keep them relaxed as you swing.”
The hard length pressed to my ass told me that there was nothing wrong with my hips or stance, and fuck, it was nice to have men in my life who took every opportunity they could to demonstrate their need for me.
I never had to worry I was the only one all in.
“Can you show me that again?” I asked with a soft chuckle. “I think I missed some of the pointers.”
His chest shifted behind me as he groaned low. “Fuck, Bella. You’re going to be the death of me. We’re in disguise; I can’t throw you down on this green and fuck you how you deserve. So, behave.”
“Rich coming from you, mafia,” Rhett said with a snort of laughter. “You’re all over there with the hips swaying as you ‘correct’ her stance. That’s from the oldest playbook in history.”
Angelo shrugged, not seeming offended. He just smirked and stepped back to let me finish my shot. Of course, I was so turned on and distracted that I completely missed the mark. Judging by Angelo’s smirk, that had been his aim all along, and I silently promised him payback later.
By the time we reached the twelfth and last hole on this course, I felt somewhat calmer and more relaxed. Our lives had beena lotthe last few days… fuck, weeks and months, actually. It was nice to let loose and just act like normal people.
Even if there was no way Bellerose would ever be able to be “normal” again, we could hopefully find our own normal in the future.
“Have you heard from your father?” I asked Angelo when we were heading toward the exit, dropping our equipment off in the return slots.
“Not a word,” he said shortly, adjusting his hat. He pushed it up on his forehead, briefly, before letting it settle into place once more. “He’ll be in planning mode, and I know from Vee that there’re lots of rumors skirting along the dark web about his next moves.”
Fuck, that made me so nervous. Part of me just wanted the plan to drop so we could deal with it, while another knew that was super dangerous, and I couldn’t handle having any of my guys in danger any longer.
“Is Vee ready?”
Angelo hesitated briefly, and that did not fill me with confidence. “She’s getting there,” he said, sounding surer. “I think we have a decent plan brewing.”
We started toward the car then, the boys framing either side of me, as they tended to do in their protective way. I barely managed to stop myself from reaching out and taking both their hands.
It annoyed me that society made this perfect love we all shared seem like something dark and depraved. As if there was only one correct formula for love and relationships. But shit, we were all adults, more than consenting, and I had never been happier.
As if my fucking happiness was too much for the universe to allow me in one go, the second I had that thought, a girl who was standing a few yards away let out a shout. “Bellerose!”
“Fuck,” Rhett muttered, and Angelo picked up the pace, trying to get us back to the car before anyone managed to reach us. Unfortunately, though, there were fans ahead on the path, and there appeared to be nothing that was going to stop them from stepping right in front of the boys.
Angelo barely managed not to bowl them over, and I would guess it was only the thought of bad publicity that had him grinding to a halt. “Excuse me,” he said soft but firm. “We really need to get to our car. I’d appreciate it if you’d move out of the way.”
There were two of them, both young, blonde, and dressed in skimpy dresses, despite the fact that the temperatures here were still unpredictable. “Can we get a photo and autograph first,” the closest girl to Angelo said, reaching out as if to touch him. Like he wasn’t a person and didn’t deserve the right to privacy and personal space.
He stepped back before her hand could land, pulling me with him, and that was the moment she noticed me there, sandwiched between the two of them.
Her excited and open expression fell, eyes narrowing as she leveled them on me.
“What about you, Rhett Silver,” the other chick asked, not having seen what her friend had yet. “You’re the sexiest guy ever. I will literally blow you in this car park if you want me to.”
