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.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
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.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
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
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
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
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
Sophie POV.I have a decision to make. Do I go and see my brother and hope he gives me the answers I need, or do I let him go and never see him again?Why is this so damn hard? I always wanted my brother back, but is it too late for me to listen to his side of things? Does that make me a bad person if I just let him go?I don’t know. I’m torn between needing to now and then, not wanting to know. For years, he and our father have been my tormentors. A part of me is saying Jared doesn’t deserve my time, but the other side is curious. Am I setting myself up for a major fall?Am I playing into his hands if I go to him and he tries to hurt me with his words? Or will he beg for forgiveness, a forgiveness I don’t think I could give him?I stare off into space and I don’t know what to do. I spoke to Harry when I got home after my shift and told him what his uncle Nico told me and Harry told me it is my choice if I want to go and see Jared and that either way he would support my decision so wh
Sophie POV.It has been a week since I was rescued by Harry and the club. I am not as sore as I was. I was banged up, but still alive. I’m living in the clubhouse now. I didn’t want to go back to my apartment and Harry wasn’t going to let me, anyway.I learnt that Harry killed my dad. I felt nothing when he told me. Apparently, my dad was trying to bash my skull in with a broken branch. Harry saw red and shot him.Jared is still alive and wants to speak to me. I will go and see him, but not yet. He can wait and think about what he and dad did to me. He can sweat it for all I care.I’m sitting in the clubhouse with the beautiful lump that is Mystique at my feet. I’ve grown to love this big cat. She is super sweet and we are kindred spirits.I am working tonight at Mommy’s Secret Cupboard. Harmony’s bar, much to Harry’s disapproval. He is so overprotective and I love him for it, but he needs to know I’m not made of glass.“Hey Soph, how are you doin?” I look up and see Lucky sitting opp
Sophie POV.I managed to get hold of the club. I didn’t speak to Harry because he, his dads, his mom, and a few of his brothers had ridden out to get me at my old house.So guess where I’m headed? Yup, to my old house. I’m not far from there, so I must have been knocked out longer than I thought.I take the next exit and drive on in to the town where I grew up. Well existed for all that’s worth.My dad and his goons haven’t stopped me yet. And I can’t see them. So I know they are most certainly lurking somewhere and I can’t let my guard down, not even for a second. The streets that once were so familiar to me now hold nothing but bad memories.Everything has changed in some way, but still remains the same in other ways. The memories, the nightmares, start to come back to me as I make the next turn into my street.I slow the van down round the corner past the house. I exit the van and run. The gun is in the waistband of my shorts and the driver’s phone is in my hand. I run to the park
Sophie POV.I wake up and my head is pounding and I realise I’m in a van. I remember waking up to something being placed over my mouth and nose and feeling a weight pressed against my hips. Seeing those eyes of his made me scream.My father he fucking drugged me and abducted me. I lift my head and look at the front. I see one man driving. I look around and I’m the only one here with the driver. I look down and my ankles are bound and my wrists are bound in front of me. The driver hits a bump and I jolt, smacking my head against the metal floor. Asshole!“Damn roads. It’s like driving on the damn moon with all the holes.” He grumbles, well no shit sherlock, you try being tied up in the back and jumping each time you hit one.I bring my wrists to my mouth and chew and pull as we hit another bump and I stop and remain still when the van swerves and he cusses as he regains control of the van. The tyres squeal as he pulls up to a stop.“Mother fucker!” I hear the door open and slam shut. I
Wild Child POV.I pull up to the clubhouse and climb off my bike and run up the steps and head inside.“CHURCH, NOW!” I shout as I storm towards the conference room. Ripping the helmet off my head as I walk to the head of the table and pace as I wait for everyone to get their asses inside.“MOVE IT!” I snap as they all move quickly.“Baby, what is it? Where’s Sophie?” My mom asks as she runs to me and I look at her.“She was taken last night. When I called you and told you that I would call you back. Something didn’t feel right. Benjamin took her after he had his goons knock me down. He said I would never find her.” I tell her as I fight the rage that is coursing through my veins.“This is perfect.” I look at my mom, taken aback, like she has just slapped me.“What do you mean? This is perfect?” I snap at her and step up to her. Totally forgetting this is the woman who gave birth to me.“Oh fuck me, I never meant it like that.” She slaps my chest, but I’m breathing hard through my nos
Wild Child POV.After we ordered in and watched a horror, I took Sophie to bed. Today has taken it out of her. She is still healing and I know she is drained emotionally.I know she thinks she will get some kind of closure from her brother, but I don’t think she will. I did say she could speak to him and I will not break my word. Even if it doesn’t give her the answers she desperately wants and needs. I only hope that whatever Jared says to her doesn’t break her further.Sophie believes the boy she remembers is still deep inside of Jared. I’m not so sure. No matter if he was brainwashed by his father. I think he is a lost cause.Jared is not the same kid she knew back then when things were good. He is not like that anymore. No matter if it was his father’s doing or not. He should know the difference between right and wrong.Sophie and Jared are like chalk and cheese. She knows the difference, but Jared he doesn’t. He is unhinged. I mean god above. If the roles were reversed and I was
Sophie POV.After I leave the apartment, I walk with purpose. I know Harry is not far behind me. So I know if anything happens, he will intervene, but I honestly don’t want him to.“Ok Slugger, you can do this. No more fear, no more running. You are a badass bitch and you will face them head on. So go in there and take no fucking prisoners.” I syke myself up just how I do before I get into the octagon. When I spar.I straighten my shoulders as the store comes into view. My heart is pounding wildly in my chest and my hands begin to sweat. I see two of the members from Harry’s MC sitting on their bikes in the parking lot.They give me a nod, letting me know they have seen me. I nod slightly as I walk into the store. I grab a basket, so it looks like I’m here to do some shopping. I walk and look at products as I search for them both.I head down one aisle as they both walk up the same aisle. I turn to the shelf like I haven’t seen them. I want them to think they have the element of surpr
Wild Child POV.I didn’t like this plan at all at first. But I understand. Sophie needs to do this. But for the first time in her life, she won’t be facing them alone. I know I have to stay hidden, but the question is for how long?Either way, I don’t mind it. I can keep an eye on my girl and spend a lot of alone time with her. Sure, we haven’t done anything other than kiss and cuddle and you know what? I’m happy with it.I never thought I would ever have this. A beautiful woman by my side. The excitement of seeing her every day, even crawling into bed beside her just to hold her. Sophie is my person, and I know I am hers.This life with her is so simple, so easy, even though I know she thinks she is broken. She isn’t. She is strong and I know she will only get stronger.We have been in her apartment for three days and the sheriff did call in to see her. He knows we will take care of this, but he and his department always have our backs. The same as we have theirs. We may be a one per
Sophie POV.God, what was I thinking, agreeing to do this? I’m still sore, but it feels good. I like the pain. It lets me know I’m alive.I have been in the gym since dawn. Harry and Rebel have both been helping me with my warm-ups, and making me stronger. We all agreed that we should wait a little longer before I start sparring again. Which, if I’m being totally honest, I agreed with.Even though I feel fine, I know inside I’m not. So, as much as I want to push myself to my limit and beyond, I can’t. I don’t want to undo all the progress I have made so far.So gentle strength training is what I have been doing. Walking on the treadmill, cycling, working my lower body. No real weight training until my ribs are completely healed, but I can do the lighter weighted dumb-bells without overly straining myself.God, I do feel like a weakling, but I know I will get there. I lay panting on the mat, sweat trickling down my chest. My legs are aching and my heart is pounding. A good workout, eve