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
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
Harry POV.I know she hated the looks everyone was giving her. The look of pity. Sophie is strong, resilient. She doesn’t need their pity. I can see it in my girl, she is fierce. When she asked me about a boxing gym, I swear my heart stuttered and my cock twitched.My girl knows how to defence herself. Hell, I can just see her now. In the ring, throwing strong accurate punches at her opponent. Ok, Harry stop. Before you rip your pants.I jog down the steps of the clubhouse back to the cage and grab her bags and mine out before locking the cage and walking back towards the steps.“Yo, Wild Child. What’s with all the lovey dovey shit? Don’t you usually just fuck and dump?” One of the newer guys asks with a chuckle and I look at him. Stone is his name, and he is one of Lucky’s members.Lucky will be starting his MC soon. He has decided to name it Hell’s Redemption MC. He said he and his men needed their redemption after allowing his father to do all the nasty shit he did. He blames himse
Sophie POV.I burst into tears when Harry told me he loves me. It wasn’t because it was too soon. It was simply because the last person who told me they loved me was my mom when I won the last dance competition before she died.Harry just held me and didn’t say anything. That was just over an hour ago. Now we are heading to the clubhouse of the Princes Of Darkness MC. I keep looking out of the window at every man I see. Hoping that my father and brother have slithered back under the rock they crawled out of.I may be trying to act tough, but inside I’m shaking, waiting to see them just casually walking the streets. But nothing. Maybe they have already been found? Maybe they decided I wasn’t worth all the trouble? No, that’s not it. Father told me he had sold me to some man. So no doubt they will be back to collect on that. But for now, I can not show I’m worried about it.I have lived with fear since the first day he beat me. But I’m an adult, for Christ’s sake. I will not hide anymor
Sophie POV.It has been so strange to me to have someone willing to look after me. Harry, his mom and his dads have been wonderful. It has been nearly a week since I was attacked by my father and brother. I know Harry is keeping quiet about what he and his mom are planning on doing, and that’s fine. I need to heal more before I worry about what will happen.Today, I’m being discharged from hospital and staying with Harry at the clubhouse. I’m nervous because I have always lived on my own. Well, I have when I ran away. So being in a huge family environment is going to be a wake up call.I am still healing, but I can manage with the pain. It isn’t as bad as what it was, but still. I need help moving around. Even if I am determined to do it on my own. Another thing I need to get used to.No matter where I am going, Harry is right by my side. I did ask him if he needed to work and he laughed and told me to not worry about anything. His dads and mom have the club covered. I only know from
Wild Child POV.After Sophie fell asleep and I recovered my shock of her words. I looked at my momma and she has that knowing smirk on her face.“She is stronger than she looks. What do you want to do, son?” She asks me and I look back at the now sleeping Sophie as she snores softly. My poor girl has been through hell and walked out the other side.“I think we need to find them both as soon as possible. I don’t want her to be in danger anymore. Sophie deserves to be free of them and to not live in fear. Even though we both heard her words. I know she is still scared, and that is no way for her or anyone to live. Come on, momma we see it all the time at the shelter. Sophie is no different from those women fleeing domestic violence. She needs our help and she will get it. I know you have not long come back from a mission. But I am going to need your help with this.” I say to her before I look away from Sophie to my momma, and she is smiling softly at me.Momma walks closer to me and run
Sophie POV.I take a good look at myself in the mirror. My face is swollen, my lip split, my nose is broken, both eyes are black. My jaw aches. I glare at my reflection.I ball my hands into fists and they burn. This is not the worst of what they have done. But enough is enough. I can’t keep running. I need to stand and face them.I lift the hospital gown and see the black bruising forming on my ribs and across my stomach. I wince with the movement.Ok, Sophie. What are you going to do? I ask myself as I look again at my face and something takes over in me. Not fear, something cracks and breaks free, demanding their heads. They are not my family anymore.I think I was always too scared to admit that to myself. But now. They can go and fuck themselves. I have taken it for far too long. I straighten up and pull my long black hair up into a ponytail. I wince with the stinging pain and the burning ache in my ribs.They have done this for the last time. I am not their punch bag and I certa
Wild Child POV.I get back to the hospital and park the cage in the underground parking. I grab my duffle bag and exit the cage. Locking it before I walk to the elevator. My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts. All about my girl, I’m itching to find who did this to her and make them hurt more than Sophie is.The elevator pings and I exit it as I walk towards the assessment ward. As I approach, I see Sophie being wheeled out on the bed. My eyes widen and I run towards where she is being taken.“Where are you taking her?” I demand and doc looks at me and rolls his eyes.“To the private ward. She is fine, Harry, she is still asleep.” Doc tells me, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I nod my head and follow behind him towards the private ward of the hospital.I wait until the bed has been secured and all her drips have been positioned at the side of the bed.“She won’t wake up yet. She is exhausted. Try to rest Harry. There is a coffee machine in the kitchen, over there. The sofa pulls out into
Wild Child POV.I watch and wait until Sophie is asleep. The combination of the pain medication and her crying has sent her to sleep. I stand from my place next to her bed. I lean over her and plant a gentle, tender kiss on her forehead. I fill find who did this to her and they will fucking pay.I leave the room and see doc who is writing on a chart as I walk towards him.“Doc, can we get her moved to a private room? Don’t worry about the cost I will pay for all her treatment. I will send two of my brothers to stand guard at her door. She deserves better than what happened to her.” I tell him and he sighs and rubs his forehead.“I have seen cases like this before and no matter how many times I see it, it is still heart breaking. Whoever did this to her, they are worse than animals. Domestic violence is no joke.” Doc says, and I nod my head. Because seeing her like that broke me.“Soph never told me about a boyfriend. So I’m not sure.” I say to him and he shakes his head with a sigh.“
Sophie POV.No matter how far away I run, they always manage to find me. I could fly to the moon and they would find me. I never understood why I was hated so much. Well, that’s a lie. They blame me for what happened. I am the reason she died.Our family was always so loving, so warm. Until that warmth and love died in a car accident. My father and brother blamed me. Hell, I even blamed myself. No matter what I did to make it right, it wouldn’t bring her back.I was five when it happened. Mom was driving us back from one of my dance competitions out of state. It was raining, and the road was slick. Mom lost control of the car and smashed into the central barricade. She died on impact. I didn’t.I wished every day that it was me who died, then maybe my father and brother would feel something other than hate towards me. My father and brother changed when they learnt mom died.At first my father was grieving, and he still loved me, then as time went on, he started drinking to numb the pa
Wild Child POV.I never quite understood all the hurrah when it came to babies and kids. I mean, come on, if you want something that whines and cries, shits, eats, sleeps and dribbles, then get a dog. Well, that was before I held this little miracle in my arms.She is so tiny, so perfect, soft. She is the perfect combination of both my little sister Harmony and her husband, Mav.Little Faith, with her blonde tuft of hair and those honey-silver eyes. The way her tiny hand grabs my index finger as she looks up at me from the safety of my arms.Only hours old, I feel something inside of me crack and fall away. I want this. I want to be the proud daddy of a child that is fifty percent me. I would love to feel this feeling again. I’m overwhelmed as I look at Faith. The tears blur my eyes and I know I want a family of my own.That I know now what has been missing for a while now. I want my own family, but in order for me to have what Harmony and my parents have, I need to find the perfect w