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
Angel POV.I follow the tracker, and the brazen bitch is, in fact, at the clubhouse. I see Boomer standing, barking at the prospect, trying to get inside. I chuckle seeing my boy. I climb out of my SUV and whistle, and Boomer stops barking and walks to me.“Good boy.” I say, patting him on his side as I lean into the SUV to grab a bottle of water and his water dish. I fill it and put it on the ground and he goes to it and laps it up.“What’s your name prospect?” I ask as I walk towards the gate. He looks from me to my monster of a dog.“Danny.” I smile and nod at him.“Well, Danny, can you be a babe and open the gates and let me in?” I ask as sweetly as I can. I even bat my damn lashes. He isn’t a bad-looking guy and I can tell he is a sweetheart. The life of the MC is going to turn him into a heart breaker.“I can’t do that. I’m sorry.” I sigh and pout before I whine like a little privileged bitch.“How about this, handsome? You let me in.” I walk closer to the gate and hold the bars
Savage POV.I’m lying on the meeting room table as Doc patches me up. I ignore everything and everyone. Last night has confirmed what I think I always knew, but was too stupid to acknowledge. Luckily, my men weren’t seriously hurt. Danny was shot in the leg as the van rammed into the gate. It has been hours since the shit hit the fucking fan.The damn Vipers did this to her. Foxy is still in with her father. And Angel, she believed everything that slut had to say. She shot me. Any lower, she would have killed me.The things that Foxy said. Only part of it was true. That part about me fucking her before Angel turned eighteen. As soon as Angel turned eighteen, I stopped fucking Foxy and anyone else, until Foxy fucking played me, claiming she was pregnant with my child weeks before the photos arrived. I don’t remember sleeping with her the night she claimed I did only waking up beside her. I wasn’t lying when I told Angel I haven’t been with anyone since I found out what Foxy did. I’m a
Rebel POV.It was at the moment Maisie realised her mistake. She raised her gun and aimed it at me.I just scoffed and burst into side splitting laughter. She looks at me in confusion. I step closer to her until the barrel of the gun is pressed against my chest.“Go on, do it. If you don’t, you will die now for pulling that on me. I think all your colleagues here now know you are a rat. You are a disgrace to the badge. I will love nothing more than to take you to the void. I bet there are more just like you. So tell me, Agent Owens, who else is involved?” I say agent Owens, full of malice and sarcasm. She looks at me like she is looking at a psychopath. Which, given the circumstances, I am.“I don’t know what you are talking about?” she says and I tut at her and shake my head.“Now, now, don’t lie or play coy. I know who you are and I know where I have seen you before. Tell me, how long have you been an agent?” I ask not just her, but the room.“She is new to the force. Four months, g
Rebel POV.I ride towards the site where the institute was. I need answers and it’s best to start there. Hopefully, I find something. All I can think about is how much Luna had changed since being in there and the positive and amazing changes she made. I was apprehensive at first that she was manipulating everyone, but she wasn’t. She was responding positively.She was even helping with the other patients; she told me that when she was finished with her treatment she wanted to go into the medical field and help others like how she used to be. I was so happy for her. Now she is gone. My baby sister is dead. I will find out why and who did this.Whoever did this to her will pay tenfold for this. Why wait for her to get better? Why not do this when she went in? I can understand why someone would want her dead. She was evil before she went there. But this wasn’t an accident, this was thought out, but why?I rev the throttle and ride as fast and as hard as I can to get there. When the answ
Scythe POV.Life has been going good, great actually. We have now been living together for a few months and are in the house. Rebel freaked out when we took her to it. But in a good way. She sobbed, and we knew it meant more to her than anything.The pup, or little wrecking ball as I call her, has a name now. Lubov or love as it means in Russian. Rebel fell in love with her at first sight and don’t tell her this, but so did I. So she called her Lubov. She still is destructive, but that is because of her size. She has grown lots and is only seven months old and weighs seventy pounds.She has her own sofa and bed in the bedroom. She is too big to lay with us. She still thinks she is a small pup and thinks she can sit on our laps. Well, not Rebel’s, but mine and Dante’s. We don’t mind she is beautiful, loyal and affectionate. She will be the same size as the dogs the Mother’s Revenge have over six feet on her hind legs and with enough fur to make a carpet with.We all train her, and she
Dante POV.I enter the penthouse and make my way to the bedroom and smile as I see both Scythe and Rebel laying entwined and naked on top of the quilt. Looks like they have finally taken that final step.I take off my suit jacket and hang it up and unbutton my shirt as I make my way to the bathroom to shower. After I have showered and put on my sweats. I leave the bathroom bare-chested and barefoot.I know Scythe told Rebel I was at the club, but that was a lie. I was actually at the house I bought for us all to live in. It is a surprise for Rebel.It has plenty of room; I know Rebel wants kids and so do Scythe and I. Rebel would make a fantastic mom; she is fearless, strong and loving. She has a lot of love to give. Every day, I get a glimpse of that and it makes me love her more.I have been worried that she will get bored with living a normal life, but she has taken to it like a duck to water. I whine comes from the living room and I move to see the newest addition to our chaotic l
Rebel POV.It has been three weeks since mom was shot by Luna. We are now back at home. Mom is recovering at home and apparently dad is driving her mad with his fussing. I laughed when she told me this. I think it’s cute, if there is anything I will say. The love they have for each other is beautiful. We speak every day and I go around to their home to visit nearly every day.It is strange that I have fallen into a routine of visiting with them. I even broke mom out for the day. It caused dad to send the club looking for us. We were doing some mom and daughter bonding. It was hilarious seeing the entire club riding round town looking for us. Since then, dad has threatened to put trackers on us both.Mom and dad’s relationship didn’t have the best of times, and other factors played into that. Dad was blinded by someone else and as a result, he lost me and mom for two years until he found us.Like any relationship, they had their battles but came out of it all, even if mom was the one w
Rebel POV.After a couple of hours of doing the cleanup and making sure Roman was ok. We drove in silence to the hospital. RJ had hold of my hand the entire time. Even though he is nearly nineteen, he still needs comfort. He is a victim of Luna’s revenge as much as I am. Once we arrived. We get out of the SUV.RJ to my left, Dante to my right and Dylan behind us as we all walk into the A&E Department of the hospital.“I’ll see what is happening. Why don’t you three go and sit down?” I say as I approach the receptionist behind the Perspex glass.“Hi, I am checking up on my mom. She was brought in a not so long ago with a GSW to the right shoulder. Her name is Angel Moretti-Jackson.” I say and she types away on her keyboard, looking at the screen.“You said she was you mum?” I nod my head.“Yes, she was taken from the scene by ambulance and my sister was in another one, Luna-Skye Moretti-Jackson.” I say and she nods her head.“Ok, they are both back there. The police are there now as we
Rebel POV.I’m shoved to the ground landing hard a split second after the guns went off. I land and the air leaves me in a whoosh.“MOM!” I scream as she lies on top of me. “Mom, what did you do?” I say and she wheezes. I push her gently to the ground and begin to check her over. My dad comes running to check her over. She lifts her hand and cups my cheek. Tears streaming down her face.“I’m sorry Rebel, what she said, don’t you dare believe it? I always wanted you, always. I couldn’t stand back and watch my little girls fighting like this. I did what I had to. I love you so much, my little princess. I am sorry.” She chokes as I find where she was shot. I pull my hand away and see blood.“Stay still mom, you will be ok. Ok, you stay calm. You won’t die, not like this. Ok.” I have tears streaming down my face as I remove the vest from her. The bullet hit her shoulder. I add pressure.“Mom, I need to check the wound, ok, hold on. I NEED A KIT, ALESSA GET ME A FUCKING KIT NOW!” I scream
Dante POV.Can this helicopter go any bloody faster? That flight was the longest of my life. Flying never bothers me, but knowing that Rebel is going to do something stupid, it seemed to drag on. We are nearly there. But not soon enough.Alessa received a message not long before we landed, telling her Rebel was meeting with my aunt and the pres of the Daughters Of Chaos in a pub. To discuss what she will do. Alessa told her to make Rebel wait, as we were not that far behind.“ETA 10 minutes, then we head into the territory. Vittoria is now meeting with Rebel.” Alessa says and we all nod our heads. We need to get to her before she carries out this fucking plan of hers.I look at everyone that has come with us; we needed two helicopters to take us all to the territory. Scythe is looking at me, and I know he is as nervous as I am. We could lose her if we don’t intercept her before she takes Luna.We land in an empty field and pile out and into the waiting SUVs that Nate and Nico have arr
Rebel POV.This flight is going to give me time to think about what I need to do. But I already know. The jet has all the latest gadgets and gizmos and an array of weapons. I open my phone and send a message to both Vittoria and Whitney, which Candy provided me with both their numbers.Me: Hi Vittoria, it’s Rebel. I am on my way to you now. I will be there in thirteen hours. You know why I’m coming and who I am coming for. I will also inform Whitney as well.Vittoria: I am aware you are coming. Alessa has given us the heads up. Before coming to the estate, meet myself and Whitney for a private meeting first. I will send you the location. I hope this matter can be resolved peacefully. See you soon.I lock my phone and stand from my seat as I walk to the back of the jet and into the armoury. I hold my wrist under the scanner and wait for the red light to turn green. I open the door and step in. The walls move, opening up revealing the weapons we carry.We have different choices, from as