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
Maverick POV.It has been six weeks since I was welcomed into the Princes Of Darkness. As a welcome gift for Melody, because she loves being on the back of my bike. The club ladies had her own leathers and helmet custom made.She even has her own little cut, like all the kids do. It says Property Of The Little Devil’s Of The Princess Of Darkness MC. A way for the kids to feel like they are important and do belong to a wider family.Then one day we left the house to get her to school and saw a new truck parked in the driveway with a massive red bow attached to the hood with a card under the windshield wiper.I chuckle as I remember what it said. Welcome to POD. I thought you and Melody would like this truck for when the weather changes. Drive carefully.I smile, knowing who it was that had the cage bought here. Harmony. There was even a booster seat in the front passenger for Melody. It’s a nice truck. All shiny and black and I know it is armoured. There were even a few toys and bags o
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
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.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
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
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
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
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.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