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
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
Maverick POV.We follow Mystique as she runs in the middle of the road, dodging and weaving through traffic. We have been riding for hours and Mystique is showing no signs of stopping, only accelerating.We aren’t even in our state. As we ride, more and more bikers have joined in the convoy. It looks like we have an army with us. Even Savage is in the convoy as we barrel forward when Mystique manoeuvres to the right and I follow her as she leaps over a car causing the car to swerve, but it doesn’t crash. As I ride past, the driver who is shaken gives me a thumbs up. I nod my head and rev the throttle and try to catch up with Mystique.She manoeuvres again, leaping over a barbed wire fence. Shit! I brake hard; the bike going up onto the front tyre as I land back down. Mystique is a blur of black as she runs.The convoy comes to a stop behind me. I dismount from the bike and look at the fence in front of me.“What’s the holdup?” Scythe says as he comes up to my side and I point to the f
Harmony POV.I wake my head foggy, my arms bound behind my back, my legs tied together and a gag in my mouth. I’m laying on my side and the room is dark. I listen for any noise and struggle against my bindings, but it’s useless. Ok I need to save my energy.Fucking Joel. Why now? Well, that’s a pretty stupid question. I did destroy his operation, and he has been waiting for this opportunity to take me for a while.I look around the room, my eyes adjusting to the dark. The room is dark, but I can smell dust and damp. Wherever the asshole has taken me, it’s old and hasn’t been cleaned in a while.I wiggle to try to move closer to the wall, but stop when I hear the sound of boots on the floorboards, the creaks of each step. I go still and close my eyes again, calming my breathing so it looks like I’m still knocked out.I hear a key, the turning of a lock, and the door creaks open as the footsteps get closer to me.“What am I going to do with you? Oh, that’s right, I know exactly what I’m
Maverick POV.A rough tongue licks my cheek and a yowling purr like chuff is really loud in my ear. I raise my hand with a groan and push the sound away. But it is too strong and won’t budge.I lay limp on the ground feeling a snuffly nose trying to rouse me. But I’m too comfortable.When a loud roar makes me jump to my feet. I look around the room, my eyes wide with panic. My mind is foggy and I try to remember what happened.Harmony.“Harmony, Harmony, where are you, baby?” I call through the house when I hear another yowl and turn to see Mystique sitting in the doorway of the front door, facing the street, calling out into the night. My fear rises in my chest as I scan the room, looking for Harmony.I run up the stairs and search every room for any sign of Harmony, but there is nothing. I’m still calling her name when I run back down the stairs, falling down the last three.I pull at my hair, knowing she is gone. My phone rings and I pull it out of my pocket and see it’s Rebel call
Harmony POV.Going back to the party, I put on a happy face, no matter the turmoil inside of me or the uneasy feeling in my stomach. Today is about the children and the survivors of domestic violence.I smile like nothing is wrong and Mav is watching me closely. He is just staring at me in disbelief that one second I’m shaking and crying, the next I’m laughing and smiling like nothing happened.“You should get into acting.” Mav says to me and I smile up at him, but I know the smile doesn’t fully reach my eyes. He knows this too. He kisses my orange face and I chuckle as he pulls back with orange face paint on the tip of his nose, lips, and chin.“You got face paint on you.” I say as I use my sleeve to wipe it from him, and he chuckles.“Good luck getting that paint off your face. I wouldn’t be surprised if the orange has stained your skin.” He chuckles and my eyes widen. Oh, well bugger. I didn’t think of that when I applied it to my face.“I know what you’re doing.” I say to him and