The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 61

Angel POV.

Children, I’m dealing with children! I thought it was bad travelling with Nate and Nico, but Ice and Ripper take the cake. All they have done is squabble since we left the gas station two hours from home. I’m even contemplating shooting them, or throwing them from a moving vehicle.

I reach for my bag and take out the painkillers and a bottle of water. I pop two pills and massage my temples, waiting for the ache in my head to leave.

“Will you two please just shut the fuck up!” I snap and they go quiet as I groan and close my eyes tight. A large, warm hand lands on my thigh and squeezes. I open my eyes and look at him. He is looking concerned.

“You ok?” he asks and I nod my head as I take a few breaths in to alleviate some of the pain.

“Angel, you don’t look too good. You sure you’re ok?” I nod my head. I rummage through my bag and find my sunglasses and put them on, leaning my head back against the headrest.

“I’ll be fine.” I say as I close my eyes, needing quiet and dark. The feeling of nausea washes over me. I gulp it down. I have never been travel sick, so it must be the migraine that is trying to push forward. I gulp again, fighting the need to vomit.

“Pull over.” I say mumbling. I look at Ryder, and he looks at me in question.

“Pull the SUV over!” I snap and he does. No sooner has the SUV stopped I’m out the door and staggering to the side of the road as I vomit. Hand’s grip me, holding my hair away from my face.

“It’s ok, let it out.” I heave and vomit again. I feel weak and like utter shit. What is going on? This isn’t just the migraine. Sweat coats my forehead and chest. I gasp for breath as tears leave my eyes. A bottle of water is thrust in front of me.

I straighten up, taking a big lungful of air. I thank Ice for the water and unscrew the cap with shaking hands; I sip it, rinsing my mouth out and spit it out. I hate being sick. I don’t know anyone who likes it. Always makes me feel weak.

“Sip it slowly.” Ryder is looking at me with concern. I shake my head slightly, telling him to not make it a big deal. Because it isn’t, I will be fine. I’m probably slightly dehydrated, hungry and tired, but nothing to worry about.

Ripper hands me a packet and I look at it, to see its crackers and gingernut biscuits. I look at him and he shrugs.

“Sometimes I get travel sick, especially if I haven’t eaten, so I always carry snacks.” He says and I just look at him in shock. I thank him and take them.

“You feeling better?” Ryder asks me, and I nod my head.

“Yeah, I’m ok. Sorry to worry you.” I say, feeling ashamed he witnessed me like that. Then again, it wouldn’t be the first time he has seen my vomit, but still it’s gross.

He helps me back to the SUV and buckles me in before he closes the door. Ice is in the back already.

“Angel, are you sure you are ok? You look ill,” He says and I look at him and nod my head as I open the packet of biscuits and nibble on them.

“Yeah, taking painkillers on an empty stomach probably wasn’t the best idea.” I say with a chuckle as my stomach starts to settle. The driver’s side door shuts and I look at Ryder, and he is looking at me with narrowed eyes. What did I do?

“Where is the nearest pharmacy in the town?” he asks, and I look at him with a raised eyebrow. Why would he need a pharmacy?

“Look, I’m fine, so there is really no …”

“No, we are going to the pharmacy.” He says with a growl, and I look away with a sigh. Doesn’t he get it? It’s because I haven’t eaten anything today and took painkillers. It’s nothing sinister.