Dante POV.“It was Roman Ricci. Luna has been linked to him as well as his father and Paddy.” Alessa is giving us all the rundown after the shit show that was the funeral for Hatchet and Deanna.“Any idea where they have gone?” Antonio asks. Antonio Moretti, the head of the Moretti family, and Rebel’s grandfather asks. He, like us all, is angry. Angry that RJ is fighting for his life and his daughter Angel is beside herself, blaming herself for how her kids have turned out.I don’t disagree with her; it is as much her fault as it is Savages. They all mollycoddled Luna and RJ while they turned their backs on Rebel. Is this their karma? Yes, I’m a heartless bastard when it comes to protecting the ones I love.Rebel fainted from the stress and is still unconscious. We are having a meeting with the heads of each family and the presidents of each MC that were here today when the shit hit the fan.“No, we are searching every available camera and have contacted all the contacts we have. We w
Scythe POV.The rest of the meeting was just more of the same. As soon as it was over, Rebel got up and left. We followed behind her.“Rebel, stop.” I say to her as I catch up to her. She has her game face on and one goal only. To find them and do what she was ordered to.“Where are you going? You need to rest.” I say to her gently when Dante walks up behind her. His hand on her shoulder and I see her take a breath.“To see our friends, Paddy, and Alonso. They should know where Roman is and what Luna is planning. You heard them in there. They want Roman dead and Luna captured.” She sneers and I know she is thinking the same as me. If the roles were reversed, she would have been killed without question. This is messed up.“Then I need to head to the hospital. RJ maybe the golden boy, but he is still my brother. He was so scared of dying, I will never get the look of his face out of my head. I was the only one at that moment he saw.” She says as her face looks blank. It’s hard to watch
Rebel POV.I watch as Mischa greets both Dylan and Dante. Mischa is Ivar’s sister. She was Russian intelligence before she joined Alessa.What people don’t know is that we, the Mother’s Revenge, are not just assassins and a biker crew. We are more than that. We are assassins for the mafia; we are their go too. We are loyal to the DeAngelis family and the Volkovs.The DeAngelis family are mafia royalty, and the Volkovs are loyal to them. So anything that threatens the balance of power is handed to us. We do take other contracts as well, but when that contract is about another Don or Donna, that takes precedence over everything else.I’m not ashamed to say that I have killed a few Dons in my time with the Mother’s Revenge, but they were investigated prior to them being killed and their families exiled. The one law the mafia has is that human and sex trafficking is a no go. The rest is fair game.That is why when the contract came in for Dante. Alessa called a meeting with Cassandria and
Luna POV.When Roman said his mother could help us escape, I was expecting somewhere warm, with white sand beaches and a cocktail in my hand. Not this.Not sitting in a cold country, that is dull and grey. I mean, are these people even English? I can’t understand what they are saying. When Roman came for me, we flew here to see his mom. They were her men he used to get us out, the same men who killed nanna and pop-pop, apparently. I only found that out when we boarded the private jet.He told me we would be safe here, in this horrible country. If I had known, he would bring me here. I would have stayed with Rebel. Anything is better than here. Like seriously, is it ever sunny? No wonder everyone here is pale and grouchy. They need sun, not rain. That is all we have had since we landed here. Fucking rain and wind.“Luna, my mom wants to see us now,” Roman says to me and I sit up and grab the hat and gloves and put them on. Even with the heating on, it’s still cold. Apparently this is t
Dante POV.My aunt? My aunty Vittoria, the same aunty that ran away over twenty years ago? No, I refuse to believe this. I look at Alonso.“You were the man she ran from my family for?” I say to him as I step forward. He looks at me through is one good eye.“Yes, but believe it or not, I loved her. I still do. But she had a belief that what I was doing to feed us, clothe us and to keep a roof over our heads was immoral and wrong.” I clench my fists, my teeth grind and feel like they will break.“You trafficking women and girls is wrong and immoral. So tell me Alonso. Why go after me? We are family.” I say even though the words feel like acid on my tongue. I feel sick to think I am related to this fucker. My brain kicks in. That means Roman is my great nephew. Oh, this just keeps getting better and better.“Because I couldn’t stand the thought of a Fanucci doing what I do, but legally, you made more money. It came easily to you. Not for me, I had to fight, steal, bribe to get where I a
Rebel POV.All I want to do is climb into bed and just have some normalcy. But the life of an assassin is never cut and dry. It is not for the fainthearted. You are constantly on edge, waiting for shit to pop off.After we spoke to Vittoria, we headed back to the compound. I need to speak to my parents and grandparents. I have already told them all I need to speak to them. Hopefully, they are all there waiting for our return.I could tell them over the phone, but this conversation is better in person. Dante has said he will speak to his nonno about Vittoria and where she is. I have also spoken to the pres of the Daughters Of Chaos. Her name is Whitney Stone.The Daughters Of Chaos are not one percenters like our club, they do more good in their community. They do charity drives and runs; they help victims of Domestic Violence and keep crime off their streets. They help fund local shelters, hospitals, and schools. But don’t let that fool you. Whitney and her crew can fight and kill lik
Rebel POV.I walk the corridors of the hospital. The scent of disinfectant invades my nose. It’s me and dad as we walk towards the room where my baby brother is. Mom is with him and hasn’t left his side since he was shot.My dad has hold of my hand. The closer we get, the harder I squeeze. Why do I feel like I’m being set up? I know that is illogical because they wouldn’t do that to me, not after everything that has happened.“He is in there with your mom,” he says and I didn’t realise we had stopped by a door. I look at him and nod my head. I take a breath to prepare myself for what is behind the door.I open the door and there he is. Ryder-Junior. He looks so weak and small. He is laying asleep on the bed, with tubes coming out of his arm and a monitor at his side. Mom is asleep with her head on the bed and her hand in his.He opens his eyes and I smile softly at him. I walk further into the room as I move to the opposite side of the bed.“Hey RJ, I’m happy to see you awake.” I whis
Rebel POV.I stayed for a while with my family; we laughed and joked like how it should have been. I can’t keep living in the past if I want to move forward. After a while, RJ began to feel pain and so he had his pain meds and fell asleep. I told mom and dad to go home, that I had put one of the girls at the door. Mom didn’t want to leave her baby boy, but we convinced her that he will be safe. Which he will be. I trust my girls. They will deal with any threat that may come his way.I rode back to Dante’s penthouse and walked inside. I rubbed the back of my neck as exhaustion took over. The penthouse is quiet, too quiet. Something doesn’t feel right.I reach for my gun and draw it out; I walk silently through the dark penthouse, my head on the swivel. I check every room and even the windows and doors. I head towards the bedroom and open the door. I smile, seeing both Dante and Dylan asleep sitting up in the bed with the TV on.I holster my gun and begin to strip down. I will get a sho
Rebel POV.FIVE YEARS LATER!I’m sitting on the patio with my mom as I watch Harry sitting in front of my dad as he rides around the bike track that trails around the mansion.“Momma, look it. Look momma.” I chuckle as I smile at him. My dad smiles at me as he rides slowly past us. Harry squealing with delight through his helmet.“I see baby, good job, my brave little man.” I call after him as I rub my growing belly.“He is so precious, you all have done an excellent job at raising him, Rebel. He is so polite and caring, but he has that adventurous and rebellious side to him, too.” Mom says, chuckling as she pours us both some lemonade. As we both watch Harry with my dad.Mom and dad have now retired, well sort of. RJ is now the prez of The Princes Of Darkness and has been for the past two years. So far, he is doing an amazing job. So mom and dad spend a lot of time here with me. RJ is still single and is concentrating on our family and the MC.Our relationship has improved immensely
Rebel POV.Seven months. It has been seven months since I told them I was pregnant. I only have two weeks left and my feet are killing me and so is my back.I have this duck pregnancy waddle down. Even Lubov rolls her eyes when I’m waddling through the house. But she doesn’t leave my side.For the last month, Dante has been working from home and Dylan and refused to go on any runs in case I go early. Which, with the size of me, is a damn possibility.I huff and puff as I stand up and waddle to the bathroom. I have lost count of how many times I have been for a pee today. The baby, which is a boy, is head butting my bladder. Like seriously Son my bladder is not a football.After my nervous announcement, Dylan, and Dante both dropped to their knees and proposed to me. Given the laws, I agreed to marry Dylan. But Dante is still my husband. We were married in the clubhouse and it was a great day. My mom cried when we told them I was pregnant and we were getting married. She and the other
Dante POV.It has been just over six months since the whole fiasco with Rebel escaping and running off to get Sara and Roman.The five men that were dropped into the custody of the FBI and RICO have gone to trial, rushed, of course. Then again, anything that concerns the Moretti’s is always dealt with swiftly and all five were found guilty of human and sex trafficking, misappropriation of the trade secrets, operating venues without the proper licenses, embezzlement, and money laundering.It is safe to say their stays in the maximum security penitentiary are not pleasant. Antonio and my nonno are making sure of that.Zia Vittoria came home, and we buried Roman as a family. She understood what needed to be done and has blamed herself ever since; we are all working with her in her grief.RJ is keeping his head down and is a lot more active in the running of the Princes Of Darkness. Dylan aka Scythe will be RJ’s VP when the time comes. We all sat down and Rebel convinced him to go back to
Rebel POV.True to their words, I was in big trouble when they got me home. Did I resist? Nope, I didn’t. I could have easily but I was exhausted and I don’t want to admit it, but I’m still healing. So being tied to the bed is amazing.Even if I am naked and spread eagle, but you get the idea. All that’s missing is the quilt and the two of them beside me. They have also restricted my sight and my heart beats wildly in my chest in anticipation.These two are like hungry alpha wolves watching their prey. Or have they left me like this?“Erm, guys, where are you?” I say listening I don’t hear anything when I jolt, feeling something soft on my ankle. Is that … a feather? It tickles. I bite my tongue but I snort on a laugh. I’m really ticklish on my ankles, so I burst out laughing when a slap lands on inner thigh and I jolt again.“Who said you can laugh? But while we have you like this. Tell me our little Rebel. What did you learn at the sex club?” Dante’s voice is gruff and menacing, a p
Rebel POV.PRESENT TIME!I stay in the shadows and just watch as the seven idiots struggle with their restraints. The elevator dings and I turn my head and see Dante and Dylan rush out and stop in their tracks and I fight the chuckle that builds in my throat, seeing their faces, especially when they hear Astrid growl.Nothing puts the fear of God in someone better than seeing these monster sized beauties. Even if they are used for effect.I will say this: my captives faces were priceless when they came round and realised they weren’t were they blacked out and then to be faced with seven monsters. I think a few of them pissed themselves.The dogs got bored and have since stayed in the shadows of the room, laying down watching what is happening.I wait patiently for the rest of the group to get here, and it doesn’t take long. When I see Candy step out with her iPad, I know it’s time to have some fun.“Glad y’all could join us.” I say before I step out of the shadows. All heads in the ro
Rebel POV.FOUR HOURS PREVIOUS!Walking back into the club holding Alexei’s hand, we have decided to take them all tonight. Over the past two nights, we have gotten closer to Colton, Sara, Roman, Tyler, Karl, Scott, and Elliott.They are boring and I have had to control myself to not kill Sara where she sits. We have walked around the club watching and listening. Alexei and I never indulge in the scenes that are happening.He told them he was the only one who was allowed to touch me and we were there to observe to see what I may be comfortable with. Which makes me chuckle.One of the scenes had us both stopping, and I had to tilt my head to the side. As I watched as a woman who was naked and was strapped belly down over a bench. Her wrists and ankles cuffed to the legs of the bench, her ass and glistening pussy were exposed. She had a ball gag in her mouth as the three men all brought her to the brink with toys and caresses and then they denied her, her orgasm.They kept her on edge u
Dante POV.I swear to god above when I get my hands on Rebel; she is getting handcuffed to the bed. She has been missing now for three fucking days. Three days and no word from her or anyone. We are all in the clubhouse trying to find her.Even the Mother’s Revenge apparently don’t know where she is, which I call bullshit on. I have not slept as we have searched everywhere for her. She is like a damn ghost and it’s starting to piss me off.The clubhouse doors open with a bang and we all look up and see some huge and scary looking men enter. All of us draw our guns. Me included and the one in front walks further inside and stops as he looks me up and down.“You must be Dante Fanucci?” He says his Russian accent is thick and I look at Ryder and he steps forward.“Who are you, and why are you and your men in my clubhouse?” He spits at him as he and his men step toward this behemoth of a Russian. The Russian’s men move too until he holds his hand up, signalling them to stop.“I am here to
Rebel POV.I have ceased all comms with my family. I know Dylan is tired and upset that he has been taken away from me and Dante, but that does not give him the right to speak to me like shit. As for Dante, well, he will be pissed too. They will get over it.Since we connected the dots that Sara will be with Roman. I have had Candy search for all known associates of them both. And guess what? They have four people in common.So that is why I’m here. The four associates work in the same city and always meet up at the weekend for drinks in this very bar.I’m in full disguise and armed to the teeth. I also have with me several of the Bratva positioned inside the bar.The place is high class and definitely somewhere Sara would feel comfortable in. But this place also changes into a sex club at night. Only those with VIP membership can access that, though. I have that VIP membership. So here I am posing as someone who is interested in learning about my own sexuality and my limits when it c
Scythe POV.I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss being out on the open road again with the wind at my back and the feeling of being free. Riding my bike feels like I’m flying.But I want to be back home laying next to Rebel and Dante. But this is a must. Savage called everyone home, nomads included. Until we find Sara and now Roman.I was pissed when Dante called three days ago to tell us that Roman has gone fucking missing with his cunt sister. Why didn’t we see it sooner? Oh, that’s why because we have been chasing empty leads. Sara and Roman have both vanished, and it is pissing not only me off, but everyone. Tensions are mounting and soon enough we are all going to be pointing the finger of blame.I pull up at a gas station to refuel and stretch my legs. I have Ripper and two of the prospects with me. We have taken in more prospects with what has been going on. More men means more eyes and ears to the ground.My phone rings in my cut and I grab it out and see it’s Rebel callin