Angel POV.I wake up feeling a warm body behind me, his arm slung over my waist. I turn my head and see his sleeping face. What the fuck have I done? This was not meant to happen!I lift his arm and climb out of bed. I hear him move and I stop as I look at him as he hugs the pillow I was sleeping on. I take a breath and grab my underwear and skirt, quickly slipping them on. I find the torn shirt and put it on, tying it in a knot at the front. Grab my shoes and walk to the door.“Angel, where are you going?” I stop with my hand on the handle. I turn to look at him as he sits up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The quilt has fallen to his lap, giving me the view of his muscular chest and eight pack abs.“What happened last night was a mistake and won’t happen again. Goodbye Savage.” I open the door and walk out.“Angel, wait!” he shouts, but I keep walking down the hallway into the main room. Most people are still asleep. But I see uncle G and Marco watching me drinking coffee with s
Savage POV.It has now been three weeks since we captured some of the Vipers. We gained a lot of information from them before we killed them and burned their cuts. We even filmed it and sent the video directly to Crusher.The compound has been in lockdown ever since. Rebel, my aunty Scar, my family, and men and their families are all here. It’s like Angel never left. She is like the sunshine. She is slowly coming back to what she was. But I know under the surface is a woman who can make the world bend to her will.The net is closing in on Crusher and the rest of his damn crew. Antonio, Teagan, Nate and Nico have sent their men out looking as well. After all, Angel and Rebel are as much their family as they are mine.Angel has reconnected with Coral and Dylan. Blaze wasn’t happy at first because her attention was on Angel. I laughed at that until Angel’s attention was on coral too. I mean, how can it not be when her best friend is pregnant? So, like the ole lady and protector she is, s
Angel POV.Ok, don’t freak out Angel, just don’t freak out. My hands grasp the sink counter top as I look at the white stick on top of it. I had to be sneaky and ask one of the club girls who was doing the food and stock run with Hound and one of the men to grab me a pregnancy test. She promised she would keep it secret, and she did like a ninja.I haven’t been feeling well for a while and the fact I poured my coffee down the drain told me what I was already thinking. I did the same thing with Rebel. So here I am, while the men are in church. I’m waiting impatiently for the results of this damn test.Rebel is with Deanna and some of the other ole ladies, and I’m freaking the fuck out. This is the wrong time to be having another baby. Ok Angel, get it together. I don’t know for damn sure.Oh my god, what will Ryder say? Will he freak out like I am? Will he be happy? Fuck, cunt, twat! My alarm sounds and I close my eyes and take a big breath as I open them and focus on the test in front
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