Chapter 5.

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 speak to strangers. Even though I shouldn’t be a stranger to her but I am. That thought pierces my heart. She took my kid and had no intention of me ever knowing about her.

“Shall we sit down?” I nod my head as she walks past me to the booth and sits down. She places our daughter on her lap as the bar maid brings toys for her to play with.

“Thanks Coral. I will speak to you later on.” She says, dismissing her and we just look at each other. The atmosphere is palpable.

“What is her name?” I break the awkward stare off we are having. Angel bits her lip and looks at me.

“Rebel Carlotta Moretti. She has not long turned two years old.” She says, and I nod my head at her. I test her name on my togue Rebel. She looks up at her mom after hearing her name.

“Down.” she says and my soul leaves my body listening to her innocent little voice. Angel chuckles and kisses her on her head.

“Not right now, baby. Soon ok?” she says so softly to her and Rebel nods her little head and goes back to playing.

“So, how have you been?”

“I am not here to discuss pleasantries with you, Savage. How did you find out? I mean, I’m surprised you are even here.” She bites out. I shiver at the gaze coming from her.

“When you ran away, you mother and father called an emergency meeting. They knew you were pregnant and why you ran. They also had those pictures sent to them. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you, Angel.” She scoffs, looking away, shaking her head as she sucks on her teeth and I know I have a lot of grovelling to do.

“Yeah, well, why would you? It doesn’t matter now. What’s done is done. How’s your ole lady?” she asks, and I stiffen and shake my head. I have caused this damage and I need to fix it.

“I don’t have one. I rescinded my claim on her after I found her in a compromising position. She was never pregnant.” She rolls her eyes and stifles a laugh.

“No, really, shocking.” She says sarcastically as she drinks her soda.

“Look, I know, drop the attitude. You should have told me, but instead you ran away and kept her from me!” I snap at her, which causes her to place the glass down calmly, and I gulp as she watches me.

“What do you want, Savage?” she asks like she is bored with me, which I know she isn’t. She thinks she can act all tough, but I know her. I know she is not like this. Angel is kind, gentle, loving. She is the purest person I know. So seeing her like this is like a dagger to my heart.

“You are both coming back with me. I Ryder ‘Savage’ Jackson, president of the Princes of Darkness MC. Claim you both as mine.” Her eyes widen before she laughs out loud, shaking her head. Wiping her tears from her eyes and Rebel laughs too. The sound is beautiful. Rebel claps because her mom is laughing.

“Ohhh, Savage, Savage, Savage. Nice try. You see, you can’t claim us. I am a Moretti and that trumps whatever you have just tried to do. Does my father no not my father? Does my momma know you are the reason I ran? The reason her only daughter fled?” Now I laugh at her, which causes her to stop dead as she watches me.

“Hate to beak it to you, princess, but yes, they do. I got a beating and a lovely scar on my leg from the bullet she shot at me. They also know I have found you both. You Angel Maria Moretti are coming with me. Whether I have to drag you kicking and screaming. You have run for too long, princess. Now it’s time to come home.” Her eyes widen and I smirk like a smug fucker. No running away now.

“Fine, we will go back. But I won’t be stepping foot in your clubhouse. I will go home with her and we can arrange visitation. I will not have her around your club or the women you have there. Take it or leave it, Ryder. Because from where I am sitting you are lucky to be alive,” she says and I laugh out loud at that. Oh, man, she doesn’t get it.

“What’s funny? Those are the terms. We are nothing, Ryder, and we will never be again. This is about her and her only. I don’t care about you or your club. She is my priority and if I say she isn’t to be around your club and bitches, then that is what will happen or you can walk away now and forget you ever saw her.” She bites out and I stop laughing and growl at her.

“I have claimed you both, so I’m sorry to break it to you, Angel. But you are both coming back to with me, and that’s final. Your mom and dad are aware of this. They will be meeting us there in two day’s time. So get with the programme. You won’t be staying in the clubhouse. You have your own house ready for you both to move it. Yes, they move fast and you know this,” I tell her and she stands up with Rebel in her arms.

She glares down at me before it turns into a smile.

“Yeah, you do move fast. You didn’t have the balls to end the relationship with me before you were balls deep, claiming some club whore who duped you with a fake pregnancy and vile photoshopped pictures of me. See you around Ryder, I won’t be going anywhere with the likes of you.” She turns and walks out of the bar. Rebel waves her little hand at me over her mom’s shoulder and I wave back, giving her a little wink.

She won’t get away from me that easily. Whether she likes it or not, I always get what I want. Oh Angel, you have no idea who you are playing with, princess.

I pull my phone from my pocket and dial the one person who will bring her in and she will hate me for it, but I need the big guns to tame her. She was never like this and I know I’ve said this before. She is now fierce and stubborn. She is acting like a spoilt little rich girl.

“Give her time, whatever you did, give her time. She has never acted like this before.” The bar maid says as she picks up the empty glass and toys. I nod my head as I watch the door.

“Please tell me she is coming home?”

“She is stubborn and has refused. She is playing hardball.”

“Leave her to me.” the call ends and I sigh before I pocket the phone and walk out to my bike. I see her car driving in the direction of her home. I straddle my bike and put my helmet on and start her up.

Once back at Solomon’s clubhouse. I walk inside, and Blaze is there, waiting for me, sitting at the bar. The club whores walking round cleaning up and chatting with the ole ladies of the members.

“So, let me guess. She told you to go fuck yourself?” he says, chuckling as he brings his bottle to his lips.

“I have a daughter, Blaze. She is beautiful. Her name is Rebel.” He spits his beer everywhere.

“Fuck!” yeah fuck indeed.