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
Dante POV.I can see it on Rebel’s face this is killing her. Even after what Luna has done to her, she is still believing there is some good in her sister’s twisted heart. I don’t see it, but then again I haven’t been involved with it all, but Scythe has.He told me last night everything that Rebel went through with her family and it has just solidified my opinion that Luna needs to die. How can one little girl be so evil? Why didn’t her family see this sooner?But Rebel believes Luna can be saved, even though deep down she knows she can’t be. So no matter what we have to do, I will support Rebel with every decision she makes that brings her some sort of peace. She is exhausted with all of this and I can see she is slowly but surely breaking with it all. The woman needs a vacation and soon.When Alessa and Ivar left. Rebel went to the bedroom to know doubt shower and get ready for the day. We are meeting my nonno at lunchtime to discuss Vittoria and what Alonso said. Maybe he has a so
Rebel POV.Is it wrong of me to be jealous of other people’s relationships with their siblings and family? Why couldn’t I have that? I sigh as I sit down and do my best to not let it get to me. But I am failing miserably at it.“Would you like something to eat, drink?” Dominic asks, and I smile at him and nod my head.“Yeah, sure, I could eat and could murder a drink.” I say and he smirks at me as one of the maids steps forward and he tells her to bring the lunch. She bows her head and goes to do as she is told.It’s nice out here. The sun is high, there is a gentle breeze that is ruffling the leaves on the trees and the scent of the different flowers dances in the air. I feel at peace even if it is just sitting in his back garden.“You look relaxed, Rebel. This must be a luxury for you because of your schedule.” Dominic asks, and I smile before I chuckle.“Is it that obvious? Yes, this is nice. Thank you for inviting us here. Shall we get down to business?” I have never been one to s
Scythe POV.We watch as the SUV carrying Rebel drives off at speed. Dante climbs into the SUV and tries to start it up, but nothing. He tries again and nothing.“Fuck!” he shouts as he hits the steering wheel. He climbs out and runs back inside the mansion. I follow behind him. Why did she do this? I know what she is planning on doing. I need to stop her. We need to stop her. We need to get to the UK before she does. Before she does something, she won’t be able to walk away from.I pull my phone from my pocket and call Savage.“Yeah, what’s up?” he answers. I can hear beeping in the background, so he must be at the hospital.“It’s Rebel. She is heading to the UK and soon. She is going to get herself killed Savage. I need your help.” I tell him and he gasps and I know he is moving now. I can hear Angel asking what’s wrong, but he isn’t telling her anything.“How do you know this?” He asks me and I sigh as Dante comes running back out with keys in his hand and runs around the side of th
Harmony POV.No sooner had my water’s broke, I was rushed to the hospital. I feel guilty that I sort of ruined our wedding, but Faith wanted out and she doesn’t seem to be in any rush about the eviction process.Six hours later and I’m still pregnant, sweating and grunting like a pig with each contraction. I have lost count of how many times I have changed position, walked around the room, counted my steps. Bounced on the yoga ball and breathed in copious amounts of gas and air, having the giggles and sounding like Barry White when I talked.Mav, as usual, is the epitome of calm. He has held me as I groaned, leaning on him; he has wiped my sweat and tears and been really supportive. I know the entire frigging club is in the waiting room. Momma is with Melody, keeping her busy. I only wanted Mav with me, much to my momma’s disappointment, but she respected it and has been checking in often.Melody has been in to see me, but once the contractions became harsher, like my insides were bei
Harmony POV.It has been a month since my baby shower/engagement party. Today is the wedding. But I feel off. Maybe it is just my nerves and I’m being silly.Mav stayed at the clubhouse last night. I have all the bridesmaids here with me. It felt strange waking up without Mav next to me. But I know I should be used to it, especially when he goes on runs with the club. But this feels different.My parents have not had him going on runs lately with me being so close to my due date, just in case something happens so he is close by, but I had his pillow a few of his shirts so I could still smell him. Hell, even Melly climbed into our bed not long after I went to bed. I think she knows something is up because she has been extra clingy lately.I’m putting it down to the excitement of today. I yawn as I let Michelle finish doing my hair. I sip my juice as the rest of my bridal party all drink champagne. Melly is helping Michelle by passing the hair accessories.Melly looks beautiful in her f
Harmony POV.Ok, everyone is acting really strange, sly even. It is almost like I have woken up in the twilight zone. Even Melody and Mav are both acting strange. You know what? Let them keep their secrets. I chuckle as I watch them both from the kitchen as I sip my non caffeine coffee.They are both talking in whispers, and Melody keeps giggling like it is some kind of private joke. Well, whatever it is, as long as my little darling is happy, that is all that matters to me.I reach for my phone on the counter and read the messages I have sent to my momma; she has read them but not replied. Now that is just plain rude. Like seriously, I thought she was coming over today to take me shopping. Something must have happened. She will get in touch when she is ready.The giggling has stopped, and I feel eyes on me. I cautiously chance a glance in their direction, narrowing my eyes and find them both staring at me before they look away and start whispering again.I sigh and heave my fat ass t
Maverick POV.We remained true to our word and allowed Melody to come to the next scan; she was crying, watching as her little sister kicked and rolled inside her safe haven, of her mom’s womb.Melody was so happy, she even was a little bit smug. She said I told you so. My little girl, no, not just mine. Our little girl is just wonderful.I have been getting ahead of myself and I may or may not have gone overboard with the all the baby things, add in the fact that Melody has helped and everything is pink and glittery. But you know what, I don’t give two fucks.Melody has in no way been left out of anything related to her baby, her words. Every time we buy something for the baby, Melody gets something. Melody even has been practicing changing diapers and bottle feeding on her dolls. Even singing lullabies. Harmony and I both know Melody is going to be the best big sister there ever was.Harmony is now seven and a half months along and time is ticking. She carries our daughter well. Eve
Harmony POV.God, I’m sobbing like a baby. This is not the first time Melody has called me mommy, but it always brings tears to my eyes. I really need to get a grip on my emotions.“I’m sorry mommy, I didn’t mean it. You can go wherever you want. I’m sorry.” Oh, my heart. I pull Melody up onto my lap and kiss her all over her face, laughing as I do.“Oh baby, no, you didn’t upset me. These are happy tears. Every time you call me mommy, I just get so happy that I cry. You didn’t do anything wrong, my sweet girl. I love you.” I hug her and she hugs me back. I look around the room and everyone is staring at us with smiles on their faces. I see some of the members wiping their eyes.God, we are all emotional right now. There must be something in the air.“I’m sorry mommy, I love you too.” Well, that does it and we are both crying. Mav is rubbing my back as I just hold my precious little girl. God, I’m starting to sound like Gollum.“Melly, there is something that came for you today while
Maverick POV.Looking at the black-and-white image in my hand. I smile as I look at our baby. Harmony is nearly nine weeks pregnant and I’m amazed at the little life we created. With its head, legs, arms, and spine. The OBGYN told us our baby is the same size as a strawberry right now. So tiny. But no matter, our baby looked perfect and healthy.God even hearing the rapid whooshing of our baby’s heartbeat brought tears to not only mine but Harmony’s eyes. The OBGYN gave us a lot of information to take home and read one being a pregnancy diary. A week-to-week guide of what our baby will be like and how it will be developing. I’m on cloud fucking nine right now and nothing can shake this feeling.But then I feel guilty because I didn’t experience this with Melody. I feel like a piece of shit for not being there for her. Hell, if I had known Felicity was pregnant, I would have been there every step of the way. Regardless of my feelings for the woman.All I can do is be there for Melody a
Harmony POV.It has been a rough few weeks since the whole Joel incident. The DeAngelis family were informed, and they interrogated Dana. She didn’t know anything. Joel approached her in a bar, knowing who Lucky was. He told her he was a friend of her son and she believed him because she was desperate. We let Dana go, and she promised she would stay away and if Lucky ever contacted her, that was on him. He hasn’t.We had Joel’s phone and handed everything over to Gabriella DeAngelis and with her and her family and mine; they went after every contact in Joel’s phone, finding more auctions and shut them all down.They made examples of each person. In a few sort weeks, the world knew what was happening, and it caused mass riots until the higher ups had to get actively involved to help in the efforts to stop the auctions.I think Benito, my cousin, had a huge part to play in that. He is the mafia king now, after all. Rumour has it that he personally went to the President and told him what
Harmony POV.I land on my knees beside Mystique, not looking at Joel who is spluttering and choking on his blood. I move my shaky hands to check her over. My hand moves to her chest, feeling something warm and slick.He shot her; she took the bullet meant for me.“Mystique, no, no, no, no. Get someone to help. He shot her. Come on, girl, you will be OK,” I say even though I know deep down I am kidding myself.The doctor comes over, kneeling beside me, and checks her over.“Here, let me help. We need to stop the bleeding, but she needs someone who is a vet that specialises in big cats.” He says as he adds pressure to Mystique’s wound.“Tank, he used to work at the zoo. He would know. Dad, get Tank in here now!” I scream as I run my hand through Mystique’s fur. She isn’t whimpering or yowling, she is laying still just watching me. She is panting hard, but is calm.I hate what she had to endure to become the killing machine she was bred to be.“Baby, she will be ok. Come on,” Mav says as
Harmony POV.A few hours before the rescue!I’m in shock. Joel said I was pregnant. How did he know that? I try to see anything out of the ordinary. I twist my body and look at the inside of my elbows and there is a small bandaid. The Bastard took my blood. But why?Ok, I’m not that thick. Clearly he is checking for any diseases because, you know, according to him, I’m unclean. Fuck Joel, when I get out of here. He is going to wish his dad beat him to death, because what my family will do to him will make him wish for death.I push back against the wall. Bringing my legs up. I push my back and feet as I start to slide up the wall. Sweat is beading against my forehead with the energy I am using. Once standing. I look around the room; the sun is going to rise soon.I need to find something to cut these restraints and then find a weapon. Joel will be back soon, and I need to be ready for when he does.Using the wall, I shuffle as quietly as I can. I grit my teeth with each millimetre I m