Rebel POV.I stand from my bar stool; I begin to dance as I make my way through the crowd. Esmee Denters Outta Here is playing. Whoever requested this is a fucking legend. I twirl, taking out the concealed blade that is strapped to the inside of my thigh. As I twirl again, I flick my wrist and it hits its target.Raising my arms in the air, I move my hips as I dance towards James. I smirk, seeing he is dead. I walk away, still dancing. I don’t need to worry about my prints being on anything, as I have the latest tech on my fingertips that conceals them.I smile as I dance some more. As I twirl, I bump into a hard chest. I stumble back and look up, ready to tell the dickhead to watch where they are going, only for the words to die in my throat. Dante Fanucci.“Steady, I apologise. I wasn’t looking where I was going when you twirled into my path.” He says his voice is deep and smooth, his hands are on my waist and my ovaries jump. Yes, I know how drop dead gorgeous this man is. I’m a ho
Dante POV.What was I thinking? I just fucked her like a whore, when she was anything but. But she got under my skin with her observation of me. Yes, it was cruel to walk away the way I did, but she got under my skin.She has been doing that since I first laid eyes on her when she was working in that diner, five years ago.I knew who she was. I could tell she was hurting, and I wanted to make it better for her. So I started going to the diner to see her, just a normal customer. We would talk, make polite conversation. She would smile, but I could see the pain in her eyes. It made my heart bleed for her. Such a beautiful woman with so much pain in her soul.She doesn’t recognise me, especially when I don’t look like I did back then. It hurts that she doesn’t and won’t remember me. What did I expect? She has travelled all over the world and seen countless faces. Of course, she wouldn’t recognise me. All I was trying to do was watch out for her. The sad, lonely girl who you could tell wa
Scythe POV.Waking the next afternoon next to the sleeping redhead. I climb out of bed. I texted Rebel, telling her I was heading out last night, but she didn’t respond, no doubt having her own fun. I look at the sleeping woman at the side of me and I hate this part. I wake her up and tell her it’s time for her to leave. At least she doesn’t try to cling.Once again, the only way for me to satisfy this woman or any woman was to imagine they were Rebel. I know that’s all kinds of sick and wrong, but I need my release too. Even if I can’t have Rebel. Rebel is just perfect. She knows I’m bisexual and doesn’t bat an eye at that. Then again, so is she. But I only want her, but I know I can’t have her.She doesn’t know how much I love her. How much it hurts to see her with other men and women. How I wish it was me that makes her scream. But I know nothing will happen between us. She doesn’t see me like that. To her, I’m like a brother, her partner in crime, her hunting buddy.We call it hun
Rebel POV.Dante places me on my feet in his bedroom, and I just glare up at him. The asshole has a shit-eating grin on his handsome face. It boils my piss that he is so smug. Bastard!“Look, as fun as this has been, I need to go. So you can shower and tuck yourself up in bed and read a bedtime story before you drift off to dreamland. Ok?” I smirk at him, folding my arms over my chest and popping my hip to the side.“Sit.”“I maybe a raging bitch, but I’m not a dog. I. Don’t. Take. Your. Orders! So fuck you!” I smile at him and he rolls his eyes as he stalks closer to me. Everything screams to back up. But I don’t. I stand firm as I glare at him.“You have already done that. Besides, I’ve spoken to Alessa and I hate to break it, you buttercup, but you are stuck with me as you said before. But I have a proposal for you,” he says and I chuckle, looking down at the floor, shaking my head. Wow, he likes the sound of his own smooth, deep voice. What? No. Head out of the gutter.“This early
Rebel POV.I can do this. It is time he found out the truth. It is going to kill him, but it doesn’t matter. He will never see me as anything more than a friend.“Dyl, sit down for this. What I have to say is not going to be easy to hear.” I say as he looks at me with a frown on his face.“Did someone hurt you? Tell me Rebel, who hurt you?” he grabs my hands and I’m taken aback at that is what he would think.“No, nothing like that. Please, just sit down.” I say to him and I sigh as I move to the desk and take the chair, turning it around and straddle it so my chest is against the backrest. I look around the room and smile at how much it hasn’t really changed.“Ok, Rebel. I’m all ears.” He says, sitting on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, his legs apart, muscles relaxing. I look into his eyes and I know after today our friendship will be destroyed.“Dyl, there are things about me that you don’t know. I have kept them secret to …”“I know. We all know about you being a mem
Dante POV.Looking through the files of each boss I feel is involved in my contract, I sigh, feeling a headache coming on. This is driving me insane. Why can’t I just be left alone to run my business? Why does everything have to be a damn competition? It’s pathetic.The elevator dings and I hear the tapping of shoes on the floor as I stand from my desk. I know it will be either Rebel, my men, or my family. No one is that stupid, but then again that Katrina woman got in. I reach for my gun when the door to the study opens and my sister walks in.“Christina, why are you here?” I walk around the desk to give my sister a hug, and she hugs me back.“I missed you. Grandpa told me what is happening, and I had to cut my vacation short to be there for you. Why didn’t you tell me?” She asks with a pout on her pretty face. I smile at her.“I didn’t need you to worry. I have it handled. Come and tell me about your trip.” I say as we both enter the kitchen and I make a start on coffees for us.“I
Rebel POV.They both look at me with various degrees of shock on their faces. So I will take that as a yes.“You know him too.” Dante says, and I nod my head, yeah I do. But I only just found out his name.“The one I …” I bite my bottom lip as I look at him and he nods his head. I can’t really say much in front of his sister. Even though I have a feeling this somehow includes her.“How do you know him?” she asks me and I look at her. Christina is pretty. She has the same eyes and hair colour as her brother, but her features are more delicate. She looks like a doll. Perfect and pretty, just like how I used to be. I’m not jealous of her, far from it. I stopped being jealous of other kids the older I got. It just made me more bitter.“I killed him five years ago. I didn’t know his name back then. He pulled a gun on me. I pulled mine he died, I didn’t.” I tell her nonchalantly. She looks at me in shock as she looks at Dante and I do the same.“You didn’t kill him.” I narrow my eyes at him
Scythe POV.I fire my gun at the black SUV that has barrelled through the compound gates. Fuck, who are these guys? Why are they attacking us? We will get answers soon enough. They drive off, tyres squealing as we run behind them, shooting at the SUV. I run to the dead bodies that were thrown from the cage.My breath catches in my throat as I get closer to them. No, this is not happening. How did they find them? Hatchet and Deanna. They were touring the country in their new RV. Miles away from here.Savage comes running towards me. He falls to his knees and clutches them at him. My dad was behind him and Angel and my mom were behind him.I stand and look around the compound, seeing members who are helping to get others to their feet. This is a message, but why?“NOOOOOOO!” the pained roar from my club prez makes me look at him. He is heartbroken. My eyes fill with tears. Hatchet and Deanna were like grandparents to me and the mother and father to everyone here. The club’s past leaders
Harmony POV.After showing uncle Nico the lot that will have the bar. I received a call from momma. She told me to try to get in touch with Maverick, as he wasn’t answering his phone. I told her I knew where he was and quickly got to my SUV.I tried to call him but it just rang out so I called momma back and she told me that Felicity was seen in town. My hands gripped the steering wheel hard, and I growled, thinking about poor Melody.I drive like the hounds of hell were chasing me down as I skidded to a stop on the opposite side of the school parking lot.I jumped out of the SUV and ran as I saw Maverick. I called out to him as I got in front of him, then but he looked from me to whoever was behind me. Then I heard her voice. It was high pitched and whiny.I slowly turned to face her and got the first glimpse of this disgusting woman.“Oh Outlaw, is this your little girlfriend?” She chuckled as I positioned myself in front of Maverick. Oh, lady, you have no idea who you are trying to
Maverick POV.It has been six weeks since I was welcomed into the Princes Of Darkness. As a welcome gift for Melody, because she loves being on the back of my bike. The club ladies had her own leathers and helmet custom made.She even has her own little cut, like all the kids do. It says Property Of The Little Devil’s Of The Princess Of Darkness MC. A way for the kids to feel like they are important and do belong to a wider family.Then one day we left the house to get her to school and saw a new truck parked in the driveway with a massive red bow attached to the hood with a card under the windshield wiper.I chuckle as I remember what it said. Welcome to POD. I thought you and Melody would like this truck for when the weather changes. Drive carefully.I smile, knowing who it was that had the cage bought here. Harmony. There was even a booster seat in the front passenger for Melody. It’s a nice truck. All shiny and black and I know it is armoured. There were even a few toys and bags o
Harmony POV.I do a happy dance as I leave the conference room with my momma behind me.“You did it, baby. We are so proud of you.” Momma hugs me and we both squeal, jumping up and down together.My family are my biggest supporters and are always pushing Harry and me to always do our best.“Miss Harmony, miss Harmony.” I pull away from my momma and we both look down, seeing Melody.“Hi honey, are you ok?” I ask her as I move to look at her and she is beautiful. I can’t believe her mom just gave her away. I could never do something like that. But from what momma said, it was the right decision for her. She would have been in so much danger because of her mom.“Yup, I had fun at story time with my daddy today. It was fun.” She jumps and down full of energy and I smile at her and momma chuckles.“I’m so glad you had a fun time. Did you make new friends?” I ask her, and she smiles and nods her head. God, she is so adorable. I just want to scoop her up and cuddle her all day.“Uh-huh. I ma
Maverick POV.Being part of a club is going to take some getting used to. I have been a nomad for the past six years, just roaming the country and living my life. Searching for something. That piece of me that is missing.I didn’t know about Melody. If I had known sooner, I would have taken her sooner. Her bitch of a mother, if you can call her that, was neglecting her. The club she was part of should have protected her, but they didn’t. The Sons Of Hades.The word was that the club was in dire straits. They were selling their club whores, pimping them out, beating them into submission. I don’t even want to think about what they would have done with Melody if I had never found out about her.I was in a different territory when I heard the whispers about that club. They weren’t always like that. They were successful, but something happened and they declined rapidly. They asked for help from The Princes Of Darkness and was declined that help.Dylan got word to me of a child who looked l
Harmony POV.Today has been productive. Not only did I manage to get my latest book finished, I also went over the design plans for the bar. That’s if the club let it pass tonight. I know they will because they love me.I walk up the steps to the familiar clubhouse, which is my second home, and open the doors into the main room. I see the members milling about, drinking and playing bar games.“Hey Harmy.” I roll my eyes and walk into the open arms of uncle Hound. He is one of my favourites. He is always getting into some kind of trouble and he is hilarious. All the brothers and their ole ladies are my aunts and uncles.“Houndy, what are you up to?” I ask as I squeeze him and he sighs and I know the answer.“Club business.” We both say at the same time, and he chuckles and I smile up at him.“It is always club business. You staying out of trouble, at least?” I ask when he slings his arm over my shoulder and we both walk towards the bar. I don’t drink, so the prospect knows to give me s
Harmony POV.“Harmony, don’t forget we will be at the clubhouse when you finish work.” I stop walking out of the door and look at my momma, Rebel.“I know, momma, I will be there. Gotta run, love you.” I wave at her as I walk out of the door with my purse crossed over my chest as I walk to my car with my laptop and files.It has been fun growing up in the MC, especially with a family like mine. Harry and I are legacy children. We are both part of the biggest and most feared family in the country. I am twenty and Harry is twenty-five.We are part of the Moretti-Jacksons. My momma is the heir to the DeNucci family, my dads yes you heard that right, I have more than one. One is Dante Fanucci, and he is a mafia Don and owns numerous businesses. Then you have my other dad who is Dylan Scythe Steele, who is the acting president of the Prince Of Darkness MC.My nanna is Angel Moretti. She is the child of Antonio and Teagan Moretti. Then you have my pop-pop Ryder Savage Jackson, who was the p
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