Savage POV.I’ve been sitting in this room for what feels like an eternity. Rebel has also been seen and checked over. I had to speak to the CPS and explained the situation. They threatened to take Rebel away. Until Teagan intervened. One word from her and the mention of her name was enough for them to back off. I get it. They are just doing their jobs.Rebel wasn’t seriously hurt. She had bruises on her face and wrists and ankles, from where she was secured to the chair. The doctors are arranging for her to see a child’s psychologist. The police and FBI are also involved. But all they can do is do nothing. Those that did this are all dead.Foxy was confirmed dead and the rest that came that day to kill us all suffered the same. Antonio told them what happened, and they were happy with the explanation and closed the case then and there. They said it wasn’t worth the headache to go against the mafia, the cartel, the DeNucci family, and the clubs.So here we are waiting for word about A
Savage POV.It has been two month’s since the incident. We all take it in turns to stay with her, even though we know she isn’t going to wake up soon.Every night I go home to her house to be with Rebel because she doesn’t understand why her mommy is still sleeping. So we have told her she was really tired and will wake up soon. I only hope that would be the case, but I know it won’t be. It breaks my heart to hold her as she cries herself to sleep.Our families also stand watch when I’m not there. I have never been a man to pray, but I have been every chance I get. Begging for her to come back to me, to us. The doctors can’t give us a time frame because, according to them, it is up to Angel.Even though it has been a few days and I can see and touch her, I know she is not really there. Her physical body is but nothing else. It is so hard to see her like this and know that I can’t do anything to make it better.So I sit here and watch and wait, keeping my Angel safe. Waiting for news o
Savage POV.It has been another month since they removed Angel from her life support, but she hasn’t woken up. This has left us all worried that she will never wake up.Rebel has been giving me plushies for her mom everyday she says they are to keep her safe. So I take a new one every day to Angel. The way Rebel explained it to me. Was that because she couldn’t be with her mommy. Then her plushies will keep watch over her until Rebel can see her again. It brought tears to my eyes that I have such a kind, beautiful, and caring little girl. Who is just like Angel was when she was little.Angel used to hate seeing people sad and would do all she could to make them smile again. In a way, she only knew how. She was never nasty or mean. Angel looked at the world differently, through the eyes of an innocent, pure little girl. And I destroyed her and how she viewed the world.Since she has been in her coma, I have had time to think back on everything that has happened. She deserves better tha
Angel POV.I’m confused, scared, and irritated. How could I not be? I don’t even know who I am or how I got here or why.That man called Ryder he seemed to know me. He told me we have a daughter. Why can’t I remember? He said it was his fault. How is it his fault? What did he do to me?I clutch my head and sob as I fight to try and remember what happened and if he is lying.“Angel, breathe sweetheart. It is a lot to take in.” I squeeze my eyes shut as I concentrate on my breathing. Pain in my head like lightning zipping and zapping through my skull. I scream in pain.But it’s not physical, it’s gut-wrenching fear and frustration.“What happened to me?” I say in a whisper as tears stream down my cheeks. I choke on a sob.“The doctors will explain to you.”“No, you tell me. I don’t think I can handle anymore people right now. Please, tell me how I ended up here.” I ask as I lift my heavy head to look at the lady. She said her name is Barbara, but everyone calls her Barb. She sits on the
Savage POV.I watch as she thrashes in her sleep, mumbling about Foxy and Rebel. I watch when she gasps for breath and I jump up and grab her. She clutches my arms tightly as she shakes in fear.“Angel.” I look at her and he looks at me, but her eyes are vacant as she looks through me.“Foxy.” Is all she says as she falls back down limp. She fainted. I lay her back down and bite my bottom lip to stop from crying. I clutch her hand and lower my head.“Ryder, we need to call them.” Scar says from the side and I nod my head, not lifting it.“Do it.” I say as I sniffle and breathe to stop the tears from falling. I’m exhausted mentally and emotionally. She is going to need everyone involved to help her.I sit back and watch as she sleeps. My eyes feel heavy and I must have nodded off because the next thing I feel is a presence in the room, and I open my eyes and see Teagan looking at her daughter with tears dripping from her chin.“Teagan.” I say and she wipes her cheeks, turning her blood
Angel POV.My memories have slowly begun to return. But it doesn’t matter. I have to focus on here and now. It has been weeks since I left the hospital with my momma.I knew who she was when I opened my eyes. I mean, she is my momma. How could I not know her? I started physiotherapy to help with walking again and it’s hard. I’m like Bambi on ice.Learning to walk again and to regain strength is hard, but I do it. When I’m not learning to walk again, I spend a lot of time with my little princess. Rebel. She hasn’t left my side, and she does ask for her father.After what I heard in the hospital that night, some of my memories came back. The crash, the rape, the loss of my unborn baby, and that is something I can’t forget for now.“That’s it Angel. One more.” I’m currently walking, holding on to what I can only describe as ballet bars. One foot in front of the other. I’m slow, but Rome wasn’t built in a day.“Ok, that’s it. I need a break.” I say, sweat dripping from my face and back. Y
Savage POV.It has been weeks of constant calls to the Moretti’s for updates on my daughter and woman. My mom and dad have also been calling, and each time we deal with Teagan. Gianni sends me pictures of them both. Just seeing them both makes me smile.I send messages every day to Angel; she reads them but never responds. I have left voicemails too. But nothing, I won’t stop though.I’m so proud of Angel. Gianni sent me a video of her walking and holding on during one of her sessions, the sheer concentration on her face, the way her tongue poked out of the side of her mouth, every grunt, strain, and grimace. But the smile on her face when she completed it made my heart swell with pride.I even cheered when she got to the end. Everyone in the clubhouse looked at me like I’d lost my mind. But whatever, if I can’t be there in person giving her the encouragement, I will do it from afar.“Son. Can you come to the office when you get a minute, please?” My dad says from the side and I look
Angel POV.It’s quiet, too quiet. Then I remember Rebel is with her dad. She sees him every weekend at his home. It has been five months, but it gives me time to rest and think. I’m moving around on my own now. I’m not as fast as I used to be, but it doesn’t take me half an hour to walk down the damn stairs.My memories have come back now, all of them. I need to speak to Ryder about what happened in that barn. But I’m not sure it will go down well. He blames himself and I didn’t help matters. However, in my defence, I didn’t remember shit. But now, I do.I sigh as I rip the quilt away and shuffle to the end of the bed, placing my feet on the floor and push myself up. I stretch and twist my back before I walk to the bathroom.I have gained a bit of weight now that I don’t have a feeding tube and I’m back to what I was before the shit hit the fan. Foxy is dead, they all are. Do I feel bad about that? No, I don’t.She caused so much stress and pain. I only fulfilled my promise to her. I
Rebel POV.We have ridden for hours and have not long gone past the Mexican border. The compound isn’t far from here. It makes it easier for my uncle to get his product over the border if he has to. It still amazes me how the Moretti’s can’t be touched by anyone. It still makes me laugh.The looks on the faces of border control when we all rolled up. They didn’t check, they just let us pass. Even though uncle Nico is the head of the Cartel. He does do work for the community and the country. He pays for homes to be built and helps those in desperate need.I never understood how he would do that, especially when he runs the drugs and guns for the family. He may be seen as a criminal just like the rest of us, but he is trying to do what is right.The reason the Moretti’s do this is simple: they can control and monitor what is bought in and who it is given to. What the buyers decide to do with it after that is not on us. Nonna explained it to me. That she was against it all, but nonno tol
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