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
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.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 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
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
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