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
Savage POV.Today started like any other, with Rebel climbing all over me. I always pretend to be asleep when she does it before I grab her and kiss her all over her little face. She squeals and laughs and I tickle her. When she first started staying here on the weekends, she slept with me. I didn’t want to be apart from her, and I still didn’t.I don’t have her at the clubhouse of an evening now; we stay in my house. She has her own room, bed, clothes, and toys. It is quieter there, and we have established a routine.This morning we are at the clubhouse. I was coming out of the kitchen when I collided with one of the new club girls. I grabbed her before she fell. She screamed with a squeal and snort, and I laughed as I pulled her up. She was too busy texting and not looking where she was going when we collided. I was no better. I was sending Angel a morning text as well.She apologised, and I did the same. Then we parted ways and we haven’t looked at each other or spoken since. Rebel
Harmony POV.Going back to the party, I put on a happy face, no matter the turmoil inside of me or the uneasy feeling in my stomach. Today is about the children and the survivors of domestic violence.I smile like nothing is wrong and Mav is watching me closely. He is just staring at me in disbelief that one second I’m shaking and crying, the next I’m laughing and smiling like nothing happened.“You should get into acting.” Mav says to me and I smile up at him, but I know the smile doesn’t fully reach my eyes. He knows this too. He kisses my orange face and I chuckle as he pulls back with orange face paint on the tip of his nose, lips, and chin.“You got face paint on you.” I say as I use my sleeve to wipe it from him, and he chuckles.“Good luck getting that paint off your face. I wouldn’t be surprised if the orange has stained your skin.” He chuckles and my eyes widen. Oh, well bugger. I didn’t think of that when I applied it to my face.“I know what you’re doing.” I say to him and
Harmony POV.Hearing Joel’s name brings back all the sadness. Why didn’t I see it sooner? He has changed so much since I last saw him. I’m numb to Joel and what he does for a living. But what he did to me? That will stay with me forever. I thought I locked it away. Clearly I didn’t.Yes, he drugged me, but he didn’t touch me. My family knows that, but maybe he didn’t because Harry found me before he could. I only remember parts of that night. We were at a friend’s party and he was with me to protect me. Little did I know at the time I needed protecting from him.He handed me a drink and told me he would stay by my side. So I didn’t question it when I drank the laced drink. I didn’t smell anything that struck me as odd. I was fifteen. The drink wasn’t even alcoholic.Joel knew my parents would have killed him if I arrived home drunk. So I was drinking juice. I finished the drink and danced for a while when I started feeling dizzy and sick.Next thing I know I woke up in hospital after
Maverick POV.I’m all partied out. Melody is on a sugar high and is running round like an overactive squirrel on a massive energy boost. I did try to limit the candy and all the goodies she was eating, but the little madam was sneaking them. Her hair, which took me an hour to do, was hanging loose. The buns long gone. She has glitter all over her and her white top isn’t white anymore. Rookie mistake on my part.But she has had fun and so have I. I have hardly seen Harmony, but I have had eyes on her. I mean, you can’t miss her with the green wig and orange face. She looked amazing. Everyone put in the effort for today and I am proud to be a part of this club.POD has set the standards for all the other clubs and even though the other clubs help in their territories, no one goes above and beyond like POD does, and I am so proud to be a member.The praise Harmony and the club have received throughout today has been overwhelming. The women from the shelter and the kids from the hospital
Harmony POV.All week I have been racking my brain about where I had seen that man before and it is really driving me mad. I know I’ve seen him before but still can’t pinpoint where exactly.I shake my head to rid myself of the thoughts and smile instead. Today is the day of the Candy Wonderland party to raise funding for the women’s shelter and the children’s hospital.The ole ladies and locals have really outdone themselves. The clubhouse and club grounds look magical. Giant pink and white cane canes stand on either side of the clubhouse steps. There are big lollipops in various colours and individual candies decorated all around. Some hanging from the branches of trees and in the grass on display.There are huge ice cream cones, donuts, cakes, balloons with confetti that look like sugar strands, giant gummy bears, jelly beans that are little chairs. The place would give the witch from Hansel and Gretel a serious case of envy.It looks spectacular, all in pastel colours. I nod happi
Harmony POV.It has been three weeks since Mav and I slept together, and everything has been going amazingly well. Everyone was super happy for us and little Melody was made up that her daddy and I were together.Mav is so gentle and loving and it still amazes me that for such a big burly guy, he has that soft side of him, the side only Melody and I are privileged to see.Mav is currently on a club run and I am in my happy place. Books and Brews. Catching up with paperwork. I’m pretty sure Harry has been sneaky putting some of the orders for the club owned businesses in with what I have to do. I swear that big brother of mine is a lazy ass, but I don’t mind helping in any way I can.The mommy, daddy and me sessions have grown in popularity and so I have had to expand on the days for these sessions. We have another event happening this weekend to raise funds for the children’s hospital and the local women’s shelter. We donate what we can to both. The local community also helps with the
Harmony POV.Oh god this is it. I’m going to lose my virginity to the man I love with all my heart. This is going to mean something more to me than what it would mean to most people.Mav is kissing me slowly once more and I’m going crazy with the need to touch him, taste him, fell him. I want him, all of him.Mav breaks the kiss and stares down at me with a small smile on his face. He moves back onto his heels before he moves off the bed and I instantly miss his body heat. I watch as he removes his cut, then his tight black long-sleeved top. His abs flex and stretch as he pulls the fabric over his head. I gulp at the sight of his bare chest. I instinctually close my legs.My clit throbs just from the sight of him. Heat pools in my belly and I know I’m wet. My breathing becomes harsh and my heart is beating so hard with anticipation as I watch him remove his boots and socks. His eyes not leaving mine as his large veiny hands reach for the belt and he removes it. I don’t think I’ve blin
Maverick POV.Seeing those beautiful golden honey coloured eyes dim slightly hurt my chest. Watching as Harmony walked past us with no expression on her face, I know she didn’t want to do it, but she did it anyway.We all turn to watch her walk away. Her head held high, her back ram-rod straight, her steps don’t falter, not once. But it’s her hands that give her away, not because they are shaking but because she has balled her fists tight.The room is deadly silent as we all watch her move out of sight. I turn my head and look at everyone in this room.“She never raises a gun for that purpose again.” I state as I look at my presidents and the other members.“She never will, not again. Go after her Mav, make sure she is ok. Because I know she won’t be,” Rebel says as she squeezes my shoulder and I look down at her. I nod my head and make off to follow Harmony. I jog through the prison and outside. I look around for her, blinking from the glare of the snow.I follow her footprints in th
Harmony POV.I watch as Felicity lifts her head slowly and I can see the tear streaks on her face. She looks at me and her eyes are red from all the crying she has been doing.“You wanted to speak to me? Well, here I am. So let’s talk.” I say to her again and she looks from me to the people with me. She wipes her face and nose on her sleeve.“Thank you for coming. I wanted to apologise for everything we did to you. I know it was a mistake and I’m sorry for it Harmony, please believe me. I was out of my mind with the drugs and booze. All I want is to make peace with you,” she says as she staggers to stand before she falls to her knees and bows her head at me.I look at my momma and raise an eyebrow at her and she shakes her head and I know she is not believing this, just like I’m not. It will take more than a simple sorry to make what she and that club did to not only me, but to everyone they came in contact with. A sorry will not make any of it right.“You want to make peace with me?
Harmony POV.Well, this is awkward. My dads are both looking at me like I did something against humanity and my momma, well, she is smirking knowingly. But there is nothing to know, I haven’t done anything.“Ok, go on, what is it you all want?” I ask as I walk further into the office and slump in the chair across from them.“Well, you and Outlaw look cosy. Something you want to tell us?” Dad Dylan asks and I shake my head at him when dad Dante rolls his eyes.“Give her a break, Dyl. She isn’t a little girl anymore. Who she is with is none of our business. Unless he hurts her, then it becomes our business. So lay off. You weren’t like this with Harry, so cut the dramatics.” Dad Dante tells him and I smile at him and dad Dante winks at me.“She is our baby girl. Of course, it is our business.” I roll my eyes at him and anyone else would be mortified to be having this conversation with their parents but not me. Growing up, I learnt quickly that there were no secrets between us.Hell, whe