Savage POV.I pace in the clubhouse holding a hysterical Rebel in my arms. Her mother was kidnapped in broad daylight. If it wasn’t for one of the store workers leaving when she did, we wouldn’t know. She called the cops who informed us as back-up as this is my fucking town.So imagine my shock and rage when we got there and found out it was Angel who was taken. And the police had Rebel.It has been hours, and everyone of my men has been out with the police looking for her. I tried to go with them, but Rebel didn’t want me to leave her. So dad took over and went with them.“How could this have happened?” I say as Rebel finally settles in my arms just as the clubhouse doors open and Foxy comes running towards me.“Oh, my god Savage. I just heard what happened. This is awful, are you ok? Do you need anything?” she asks but I ignore her and walk with my daughter to what is my room when I stay here.“Savage, please. Let me help you?” I turn to her, and she stops in her tracks, seeing my d
Savage POV.It has been hours as we wait on word that she is in the clear. The doors to the waiting room burst open and in walks Antonio, Teagan, Nate, and Nico. I stand and move to Antonio and he looks at me before his big fist lands against my jaw.“Where were you when this happened?” he stands over me as I crunch my jaw and lick the blood from my lip. I look up at him, his balled fists shaking with rage.“Antonio, it isn’t his fault. We will find out who did this to her.” Teagan says as she tries to soothe her husband. He steps back, keeping his honey eyes locked on me. Blaze pulls me up as Ice walks in with Simon and Rosena.Teagan clicks her fingers, and Simon hands her a laptop. “Ice, I believe you are the tech guy for the MC?” she asks, and he looks from me to her and nods his head. “Good, here. You will work with my team, finding where she was taken.” He takes the laptop and heads to where Simon and Rosena have set up.“We don’t know …”“I know what I am looking for. Don’t for
Angel POV.Pain, dull aching pain is the first thing that makes itself known that as well as the constant beeping. I groan, trying to open my eyes. I peel my eyes open and blink to take in my fuzzy surroundings.There is a warm light on over me. The rest of the room is in darkness. NO! I’m not back there.My breathing becomes harsh, and the beeping gets harsher. A hand grabs mine. I look at the face. The words spoken are like I’m underwater.“Shhh, princess. I’ve got you.” I blink and my vison starts to clear as I take in her features. Her dark hair, her jade green eyes, the features like my own.“Momma.” My throat is sore and scratchy, my voice raspy as the first tear falls. She bites back a choke as she nods her head. I see the tears glistening in her eyes as she blinks and the tears fall.“Rebel, where’s Rebel?” I ask, becoming panicked. I need my girl. I need her close to me.“She is with your father. It’s ok princess, we will find them and make them pay. You didn’t deserve this.”
Angel POV.With the help of my momma and the nurse, they help me out of bed so I can get to the bathroom. I stand looking at myself in the mirror and feel nothing but disgust.My face is black and swollen, my eyes resemble a panda. The whites of my eyes are blood red, bruises around my throat. Bruising down my collarbone and ribs. Teeth marks on my breasts and red marks mar my abdomen from where they cut me. My thighs are bruised and swollen. I don’t need to know the state down there because I know. I can feel them still and I move to the toilet and vomit, taking a deep breath well as deep as I can.I move back to the mirror and sigh. My hair is matted, and I have dried blood on my skin. I have a support bandage on my nose from where it was broken and then re-set. I look like I’ve been hit by a truck. But I survived, well, sort of. I know I will never be the same again.“Angel, come on, sweetie. Let’s get you cleaned up.” My momma says from behind me and I scoff. She helps me into the
Savage POV.It has been weeks, fucking weeks, since she signed herself out of the hospital and no one has seen her or heard from her.My mom has been to the house and she won’t answer the door. The drapes are drawn and we are all worried so much-so we had the Chief of police do a welfare check on her and Rebel.He told us she was alive and well. She told him she just wanted to be left alone, and she was ok. He told me she was healing; the bruises were faded and turning yellow and that was three days ago.She hasn’t left the house but has food delivered each week. I stand watch at night and during the day I have my men watching the house from a far.This has got to end, and soon. I have been trying to find out who it was, but so far nothing. Ice, Rosena, and Simon found the van and traced it to a warehouse. But the feed was cut.The disturbing thing was the video that was sent to me yesterday. I was physically sick as I watched what they did to her. Hearing her screams and seeing the f
Angel POV.For weeks, we have been holed up in the house. Everyday someone comes calling but I ignore the door. The only time I open it is for the grocery delivery. I spiralled into depression but would only break when Rebel was asleep at night. I would sob in the shower, not wanting her to hear me.Every day, we play different games and watch a shit tonne of Disney movies. We both sing and laugh until the night seeps in and I break down again in a vicious cycle of pain and anger. The feeling of being useless, weak, how they laughed at my futile attempt to get away from them.I know the ladies of the MC have been knocking because I check the camera on the front door. I know Savage watches the house of a night and he has one of his men watching during the day. I don’t acknowledge any of them.I was still healing mentally, physically, and emotionally. But I woke up this morning and had enough of this wallowing. Today we are in the back garden and it’s a nice sunny morning, so we are in
Savage POV.I’m riding through town when I see Gianni walking towards a tattoo shop. I signal and pull the bike up and turn it off before I climb off and lean against it, waiting for him to come back out.The windows of the shop are tinted to give extra privacy, so I can’t see what he is doing. It’s strange because I know the Moretti’s have their own guys and ladies that they trust to tattoo them. So why is he here? Ok, I’m not saying he can’t go elsewhere for a tattoo, but this is strange.Gianni and Marco came to town three weeks ago and I’ve been going out of my mind trying to find out why. Angel is still not responding to anyone or the texts I’ve sent her. I’ve even gone as far as climbing up the damn drain pipe to check in the windows at night to make sure my girls are ok.It breaks my heart to see my Angel sobbing in her sleep, clutching her pillow in the fetal position. She is never going to be the same again, and I can feel her slipping from my grasp.The bell above the door r
Angel POV.I stare him down from the head of his table, sitting in his chair, and I grin like the cat that’s got the damn cream. No, scratch that the cat that’s got the whole dairy farm.“You wanna tell me why you are here? In my seat at my fucking table?” He sneers at me as his brother’s grumble in agreement. I laugh, thinking Savage reminds me of Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory ‘That’s my spot’. Quickly composing myself. I just stare at him when an old timer stands up, banging his hands on the table and I shift my icy gaze to him.“No, bitch is allowed in here, in this room. It is for club fucking business and you are not part of this club. Plus, you are a woman and it’s forbidden!” he snaps and I laugh, swinging on the chair as I place my feet down and stand up with my hands planted firmly on the table.“Thank you for stating the obvious. That I am a woman and I wouldn’t want to be a member of this shitty little club. You all know who I am. I am here because I can be and no
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