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
Savage POV.I watch in stunned silence as she walks out of the room with her uncles behind her. Fuck! Could this day get any worse?“Dad, need I remind you I am the president of this club and you are retired?” I say after the last brother has left the meeting room.“And need I remind you that you need to get your head out of your ass before you start a fucking war. A war we won’t fucking win! So far Savage, you have fucked up and keep fucking up. Get your shit together or I will force the vote. It’s there is black and fucking white what is happening and you are burying your head in the damn sand! Tell me, Ryder, do you feelings for Foxy?” I look at him and my jaw clenches at him.“No, I don’t …”“Then snap out of it. She is the reason this has happened to you. The reason three fucking years ago. The reason you lost out of the life of your child, yet you stood there and defended her in front of the woman you claimed to love. Sort it out or I will,” he growls and turns to walk away. Whe
Angel POV.Today has been a shitshow. I’m sitting on the front step with a bottle of bud in my hand when I noticed a dark van drive past the house. My uncles are staying with Vinnie and Emma, and Scar is renting a house not too far away.When we got back, I just needed time to get my head around what happened today, how he fucking tried to defend that cunt. How is he too fucking blind to see what she is? I scoff as I bring the bottle to my lips. She must have a pussy made of solid fucking gold.I pull my gun out of the back of my pants and place it next to me. I always hated guns, but my parents made sure we knew how to use them that as well as self-defence training. Always expect the un-expected. She would tell us and boy, did I not see this coming.I drain the bottle and just sit there waiting for the universe to correct itself. The sound of an engine driving down the street pulls me out of my thoughts as I see the van again. This time it slows as the side door slides open and gun f