Offroad POV
"Did you really have to bring your brothers?" Offroad growled to Jack standing in the ballroom watching the young alphas goof off in the corner.
"Sorry, my father insisted." Jack sighed, staring at them. "He said they could help,"
"Help my ass," Offroad laughed. "Hey!" He called to them. "Move the fucking table like I asked you or leave," Offroad growled. To which the young alphas start laughing harder. There were a total of 3 of them. All of them looked like smaller slightly different versions of Jack. But they certainly didn't fucking act like him.
"Can I invite Lily and her mom?" Jack asked quietly while Offroad death glared at the boys fucking up his table.
"I don't care," Offroad sighed. "You are allowed to do what you want Jack." He reminded him. "Your father isn't going to like it,"
"He won't make a scene not in front of all the people he has invited," Jack said, wincing as something smashed to the ground.
"Get them the fuck out of here before I murder them," Offroad growled marching to the door.
"Hey, where are you going?" Jack yelled as Offroad ripped open the fucking door.
"To get actual help," Offroad yelled back as he marched down the hallway going to the back stairs and heading straight for the factory floor.
This factory was a model-making factory. The machines pressed hot plastic material into molds for various things. Offroad flung the door open and the shop floor fell quiet. Typically he was in a suit when he was on the factory floor but he had gone home to change luckily enough to not run into his father. He was wearing a black sweater that had a large open V exposing his chest. Black pants and black boots that had 3-inch heels on them. Offroad knew that he looked hot and the stares of everyone as he walked down the aisle confirmed it. He smiled when he spotted a very tall familiar head almost running to him.
"Babe," Offroad called as he rounded the corner of the workstation Daou was in. Daou, shocked, turned around so quickly.
"Road?" Daou asked, confused as hell. "What are you doing here?"
"Can I borrow you?" Offroad asked as he peaked behind Daou to see an omega but a very bulky muscular one. "Oh him too," Offroad smiled at him.
"Sir, can I help you?" Their floor supervisor said as he slowly approached Offroad.
"Oh, we need some help upstairs." Offroad smiled at the man. "Can I borrow them? And 2 more,"
"We can help!" Two betas said in unison from the next machine over.
"Great!" Offroad smiled, grabbing Daou by the hand and pulling Daou to him. "Let's go," Offroad said, waving to the others to join them. Offroad led them up to the ballroom where Jack was yelling at his brothers. They all paused and turned to look at him as he walked in holding Daous' hand, their fingers intertwined. Jack's brother, the older one out of the three snarled.
"What are they doing here?" he growled.
"The job you dumbasses couldn't," Offroad said glaring at the young alpha. "So why don't you go unload the rest of the shit from the trucks and bring it in for them to set up," They all 3 looked to Jack who nodded and they all began to slowly make their way out of the ballroom.
"Thank you," Jack said, walking over clearly looking exhausted. "It's a full-time babysitting gig with them,"
"And who are they?" The omega asked.
"My future brother-in-laws," Offroad grumbled.
"Wait, you have brothers?" he asked Daou.
"They are my brothers," Jack said, raising his hand.
