Angel POV.“Mommy … go.” I push the cart around the store as I watch my beautiful two-year-old daughter Rebel clap her hands as I go faster, and she squeals in delight.She is so much like him. He who shall not be named kind of scenario. She doesn’t take after me much apart from the honey eyes and lips. Her dark blonde hair and nose are like his and boy, does she have his temper.“Ok Rebel, we need to finish this. Then we will go to the park. How does that sound?” she kicks her legs and claps again. I chuckle at her behaviour. I lean down and kiss her head. I finish off shopping. I pay and head out to the car.I left home over three years ago. Three years I ran. The same man that is Rebel’s father hurt and humiliated me. I never got to tell him he was about to become a father. The woman he claimed had already done that. I couldn’t risk my parents finding out, either. It would have caused a war between my family and his MC.My dad is the Don of the Moretti empire and my momma, well, sh
Savage POV.I look at the profile picture on my messaging app. It hasn’t changed in three years. I sigh as I open her contact and see all the messages I have sent her over the last three years, and each has gone unread. I’m so fucking stupid.FLASHBACK!It’s been four weeks since I ended my relationship with Angel and claimed Foxy as my woman. Everything has been great. Angel has not contacted me, but I do find myself looking at her profile picture.“What’s wrong baby?” a hand rubs my bare arm as I close the app and look at the woman beside me. Foxy with her red hair and brown eyes. She is beautiful. She is the mother of our unborn child.“Nothing babe, go back to sleep.” I kiss her head and she snuggles back down, but I can’t sleep. Something isn’t right. My gut is telling me I should check up on Angel. I shake that thought away. Why should I? The bitch was cheating on me. She doesn’t deserve my concern.With that, I fall asleep only to be woken by my door being banged on.“Prez, we
Angel POV.They have found me; they have found me. Shit, fuck, twat! I look at him and I’m having a mini panic attack. All I can see is him and her. The words he spewed at me with such hatred and the smirk on her face. Why is he here?He reaches for me and I react instantly; I grip his wrist and turn him, shoving his arm up his back. He groans and the men are now on their feet. I look at Blaze, his VP, and he is telling everyone to remain calm.“You have the wrong person. Now get out.” I shove him forward as the fight-or-flight takes over. I need to get out of here. I need to leave. I need to grab Rebel and Boomer and go. But where?“Angel, that’s not going to happen. We have been looking for you. Your family has been looking for you. We have found you and there is no running from us,” Savage says to me as I step back, my eyes not leaving his.“My name isn’t Angel. I don’t even know who you are. Now I won’t ask again. Get the fuck out of my bar or we will have a problem.” My voice is
Angel POV.I wake up to the sound of Rebel’s belly laughing. I climb out of bed and yawn, stretching. I look down and I groan, stuffing my boob back inside my vest top. I rub my eyes as I stagger down the hallway to her room. Still sleepy, I didn’t get much sleep last night. I couldn’t settle, every time I closed my eyes. I saw his face. I look at my little girl who is sat on the floor playing with her blocks.“Rebel.” I say in a singsong voice she turn her head to the sound, her hair sticking up in every direction kind of like mine right now. I chuckle as she stands up and runs to the baby gate. I lean over it and pick her up. Giving her kisses all over her face.She is a happy baby, she always has been. Her tantrums, however, could frighten a hurricane away. She is explosive when she is having a moment. But on the whole, she is a happy girl.“You hungry?” I reach for her head and try my best to smooth down the crazy professor hair. She nods her head and snuggles into the crook of my
Savage POV.I stare into the honey coloured eyes of the little girl holding Angel’s hand. My heart stops and my knees weaken as she looks back at me. I feel the tears build in my eyes as she looks up at her mom and asks to be picked up. Angel smiles at her lovingly and picks her up, placing her on her hip.My daughter. Shit, I have a daughter. I watch as she leans her little head against her mom’s shoulder, but doesn’t take her eyes off me. She is shy.“Angel.” I choke out as she walks towards me. I keep my eyes on the little beauty as she watches me. I smile at her, but she hides her face away. My heart sinks. She doesn’t know who I am.“Savage.” Her tone is anything but friendly. Not like how she used to call my name. No, that tone is long gone, and it’s my fault.“Care for a drink?” she asks, and I shake my head as she moves to the bar and orders a soda. This is awkward. I catch my little girl peeking at me and I smile at her, but she hides again. I chuckle at her. Good girl, never
Angel POV.The nerve of him. Who the hell does he think he is telling me I have to go with him? Ha, he is a fucking joker and is delusional if he thinks I’m packing our life up here to follow him like a damn puppy. Not happening.I sit in the kitchen with the light on from under the cabinets as the only source of light. I can’t sleep so here I am sitting drinking a milky drink to try to help me sleep. There is a knock on the door. I look at my phone and see it’s ten at night. I switch the camera on, but I can’t see anything.I shuffle off the barstool and grab my mug. Boomer is alert, but I hold my finger to my lips and he lays his head back down. I move to the door and open it.“Savage, it’s ten at fucking …”“Hello sweetheart.” My mouth drops open as the mug slips from my fingers. Tears burn my eyes as I look at her.“Momma.” I throw myself into her arms and sob as she soothes me. Her hand running up and down my back.“Yes, sweetheart. I’m here. Shush now, it’s going to be ok.” I cr
Savage POV.It’s the next morning and I’m sat on one of the sofas in the clubhouse with a coffee in front of me. All I can think of is Angel and my little girl. Last night, a few of the club whores tried to get me into bed, but I brushed them off. There is only one woman for me and I won’t be making that same mistake again.Most clubs, even though the members have old ladies, still fuck around. But that is not what my club or the sister clubs are about. Once we are tied down, we stay loyal. I should have tied her to me sooner, but I was fucking stupid and naïve. I will never forget the look on her beautiful face when she saw me with Foxy.Since then I haven’t looked at another woman. No matter how blue my balls have gotten, the only pussy I want is Angel’s. She is everything an old lady should be. She is kind, loyal, loving, beautiful, funny, smart, but she is soft-hearted. Well, that is what I believed until I saw her again.She has changed; she was never the spoilt rich kid. Even th
Angel POV.I’m not going to lie and say it didn’t hurt seeing that club whore talk to him because it fucking did. It felt like my heart was ripped from my chest again and stamped on. But I have to harden my heart against this man. Even if it means having to be cold and indifferent. All I wanted to do was leap over the table and pull her ratty hair extensions out of her head and strangle her with them.Even my dad saw my face, but I quickly schooled my expression and acted like it didn’t bother me. I suppose I’m going to have to get used to all the attention he gets. I mean, he is a good-looking man and is everything a hot-blooded female wants. But it still hurts seeing him even when he tried to explain I had to cut him off. I can’t fall for him again.We arrived back an hour ago, and Rebel is super excited to be somewhere new. Me, not so much. I have to do what is right for her sake, not mine. If I could, I would have never returned, but she deserves to know her dad. Even if he did de
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
Dante POV.Rebel was released a week after she woke up. She has been resting at home, much to her disappointment. Our family room has now become base for operation. Find the bitch Sara and kill her slowly!Rebel has such a way with words. I am working alongside my family to track and find her hopefully before Rebel is at full strength, but so far it is like Sara has just vanished into thin air. Even the tech genius Candy hasn’t been able to track her. So that tells us that someone powerful is in play keeping her hidden, but who?I hear the shuffling of feet and look up from my desk and see a sleepy Rebel shuffling in her shorts, vest top, and fluffy socks. Lubov right beside her. I smile softly as I take in the woman who will be mine and Dylan’s wife. Her hair reminds me of a crazy professor sticking up in all directions.She rubs her eyes and walks towards the kitchen. I stand and follow behind her to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself. Not that she is accident prone, she is still we
Rebel POV.Wife? Fucking wife? He can’t be serious.“Wife? You married that slut? Do you have any idea what you have done, Nico?” my mom screams at him and he looks at her in shock before he looks at Sara, who is now struggling and screaming in the hold of Alessa and Skylar.“Shut up, you know what you did,” Alessa snarls at her and then just laughs at her futile attempt.“What did I do? You have all lost your fucking minds.” Sara screeches, and I step closer to her and slap her hard across the face. That felt good. I won’t lie.“Tell me what the fuck is going on and now?” Uncle Nico screams when my mom steps up to him.“Your fucking wife had the institute destroyed and Luna killed. That’s what is happening. You know the laws. She dies.” My mom speaks with so much venom in her tone and uncle Nico gasps before he shakes his head and gulps before he looks at his wife. “WHAT!” He shouts in disbelief. I roll my eyes at his outburst.“Oh well, you will love this. She is Alonso Ricci’s il
Rebel POV.We have ridden for hours and have not long gone past the Mexican border. The compound isn’t far from here. It makes it easier for my uncle to get his product over the border if he has to. It still amazes me how the Moretti’s can’t be touched by anyone. It still makes me laugh.The looks on the faces of border control when we all rolled up. They didn’t check, they just let us pass. Even though uncle Nico is the head of the Cartel. He does do work for the community and the country. He pays for homes to be built and helps those in desperate need.I never understood how he would do that, especially when he runs the drugs and guns for the family. He may be seen as a criminal just like the rest of us, but he is trying to do what is right.The reason the Moretti’s do this is simple: they can control and monitor what is bought in and who it is given to. What the buyers decide to do with it after that is not on us. Nonna explained it to me. That she was against it all, but nonno tol
Rebel POV.It was at the moment Maisie realised her mistake. She raised her gun and aimed it at me.I just scoffed and burst into side splitting laughter. She looks at me in confusion. I step closer to her until the barrel of the gun is pressed against my chest.“Go on, do it. If you don’t, you will die now for pulling that on me. I think all your colleagues here now know you are a rat. You are a disgrace to the badge. I will love nothing more than to take you to the void. I bet there are more just like you. So tell me, Agent Owens, who else is involved?” I say agent Owens, full of malice and sarcasm. She looks at me like she is looking at a psychopath. Which, given the circumstances, I am.“I don’t know what you are talking about?” she says and I tut at her and shake my head.“Now, now, don’t lie or play coy. I know who you are and I know where I have seen you before. Tell me, how long have you been an agent?” I ask not just her, but the room.“She is new to the force. Four months, g
Rebel POV.I ride towards the site where the institute was. I need answers and it’s best to start there. Hopefully, I find something. All I can think about is how much Luna had changed since being in there and the positive and amazing changes she made. I was apprehensive at first that she was manipulating everyone, but she wasn’t. She was responding positively.She was even helping with the other patients; she told me that when she was finished with her treatment she wanted to go into the medical field and help others like how she used to be. I was so happy for her. Now she is gone. My baby sister is dead. I will find out why and who did this.Whoever did this to her will pay tenfold for this. Why wait for her to get better? Why not do this when she went in? I can understand why someone would want her dead. She was evil before she went there. But this wasn’t an accident, this was thought out, but why?I rev the throttle and ride as fast and as hard as I can to get there. When the answ
Scythe POV.Life has been going good, great actually. We have now been living together for a few months and are in the house. Rebel freaked out when we took her to it. But in a good way. She sobbed, and we knew it meant more to her than anything.The pup, or little wrecking ball as I call her, has a name now. Lubov or love as it means in Russian. Rebel fell in love with her at first sight and don’t tell her this, but so did I. So she called her Lubov. She still is destructive, but that is because of her size. She has grown lots and is only seven months old and weighs seventy pounds.She has her own sofa and bed in the bedroom. She is too big to lay with us. She still thinks she is a small pup and thinks she can sit on our laps. Well, not Rebel’s, but mine and Dante’s. We don’t mind she is beautiful, loyal and affectionate. She will be the same size as the dogs the Mother’s Revenge have over six feet on her hind legs and with enough fur to make a carpet with.We all train her, and she
Dante POV.I enter the penthouse and make my way to the bedroom and smile as I see both Scythe and Rebel laying entwined and naked on top of the quilt. Looks like they have finally taken that final step.I take off my suit jacket and hang it up and unbutton my shirt as I make my way to the bathroom to shower. After I have showered and put on my sweats. I leave the bathroom bare-chested and barefoot.I know Scythe told Rebel I was at the club, but that was a lie. I was actually at the house I bought for us all to live in. It is a surprise for Rebel.It has plenty of room; I know Rebel wants kids and so do Scythe and I. Rebel would make a fantastic mom; she is fearless, strong and loving. She has a lot of love to give. Every day, I get a glimpse of that and it makes me love her more.I have been worried that she will get bored with living a normal life, but she has taken to it like a duck to water. I whine comes from the living room and I move to see the newest addition to our chaotic l
Rebel POV.It has been three weeks since mom was shot by Luna. We are now back at home. Mom is recovering at home and apparently dad is driving her mad with his fussing. I laughed when she told me this. I think it’s cute, if there is anything I will say. The love they have for each other is beautiful. We speak every day and I go around to their home to visit nearly every day.It is strange that I have fallen into a routine of visiting with them. I even broke mom out for the day. It caused dad to send the club looking for us. We were doing some mom and daughter bonding. It was hilarious seeing the entire club riding round town looking for us. Since then, dad has threatened to put trackers on us both.Mom and dad’s relationship didn’t have the best of times, and other factors played into that. Dad was blinded by someone else and as a result, he lost me and mom for two years until he found us.Like any relationship, they had their battles but came out of it all, even if mom was the one w