Angel POV.I can’t believe this. Uncle Gianni is part of the trafficking ring and he is using my dad’s name for his twisted game. But why? Nothing is making any sense to me. He has always been family orientated. So why now?“Does it matter how long I have been planning this? No, I don’t think it does. You see Antonio. I am the eldest, so there for I should have been Don. Not you.” I look at him in hatred. How could he do this to our family?“Gianni, that was years ago. You will destroy this family for money and power? You are just like him. Clearly the apple doesn’t fall far.” My dad spits. I look at uncle G and his eyes are red and glazed. He sniffs and I know he is on drugs. His hand shakes, his fingers twitch.“At least dad had ambition. You are weak, Antonio. You always were and always will be. It is time I took what is rightfully mine. Starting by killing everyone you love. I will be unstoppable.” He chuckles before it turns into vicious laughter. I clutch at Ryder as my dad look
Angel POV.I’m sitting in the kitchen holding a cup of camomile tea, which has long gone cold. I look down at my hands and I can still see her blood on my hands. There has been no word as of yet about her condition, so I take it that is a good thing. No news is good news, I suppose.The mansion is a hive of activity, with men all running around carrying out my dad’s orders. My brothers are in the red room, no doubt torturing our uncle. No, he isn’t our uncle. He lost that right when he did this. He is a traitor. His death won’t be quick, it will be drawn out. They will keep him alive, but in a constant state of pain.“Angel.” I shiver as I look up and see Alessa and Cassandria DeAngelis walking towards me. Ryder is behind them both with a man I have never seen before.I wipe my eyes and stand when Alessa engulfs me in a hug.“It’s ok, your momma is super strong, she will pull through this.” her words should soothe me but they don’t. I pull away and wipe my eyes with the heel of my han
Angel POV.Walking down the hallway. The scent of metallic even though it’s faint makes me want to gag. Ryder holds my hand and gives it a squeeze. Alessa has her hand on my shoulder, and I look ahead.Hearing his grunts and muffled groans, the closer we get to the door that leads into the red room. The sound of flesh on flesh, the clinking of chains. I know they are beating him to a bloody pulp.We reach the door, and I enter the code, and the door opens with a click. I move to the side as Matteo and Cassandria enter with the mountains. Alessa looks at me with concern but I shake my head, telling her I’m ok.“We don’t need to go in there. We can go back to the mansion and bake with Rebel and Scar.” Ryder says I look up at him and he looks at me with pity. I hate it. I hate the look he is giving me. I don’t need the pity look from anyone.“No, this needs to be done. But I think my dad should be the one to end him. After all, he is his brother.” I say, and Ryder nods his head once at m
Angel POV.It has been a few days and we are heading to the hospital to see momma. Dad told us she is now more alert and has asked for us repeatedly and so we are heading there now to see her. But before we do. I have an appointment in the prenatal department. The last time we were heading for a prenatal appointment was the day I lost the baby. So my nerves are shot to hell.I’ve had a bit of morning sickness, combine that with the stress of everything that has happened recently I’m a hot mess. We all are. Gianni is still in the red room and the mountains are working on him every day. Apparently, Cassandria has as well. The phrase is true never judge a book by its cover. She doesn’t look like the type of woman that will cut off your limbs, but she is.Gianni has lost a few fingers and toes, teeth, and an ear. I threw up when I was told. Nate being Nate told me and I wished he hadn’t. Just the thought of it makes me gag. But apparently it was necessary in the interrogation side of thin
Angel POV.Momma smiles at me. Dad, however, he is in shock. I look at Ryder and he is chuckling. He knows my dad will snap out of this. I think the timing was probably wrong to tell him with everything that is happening.“Dad, say something. Anything.” I say and he blinks a few times before he places Rebel on her feet and he stands to his full height. He walks to me. I can see the tears shining in his eyes. He pulls me into a bear hug.“Oh Principessa. I am so happy for you both. I’m going to have another little bambino to dote on. Thank you.” he kisses my head and I hug him tight. I don’t know why I was worried my dad is a big softy at heart.“Sit down, you need to rest and …”“Antonio, stop stressing. Angel knows what she is doing. Come on, my love. Give your daughter room to breathe.” My momma says with a chuckle as dad looks at her.“No, we missed out on Rebel. We are not missing out on this one. So you better be at her beck and call Ryder, or you will have me to answer to. I don
Savage POV.It has now been nearly two weeks since Teagan was shot by Gianni. She is now home and is getting back to how she was before this happened. Angel is nearly ten weeks pregnant and the morning sickness has well and truly taken hold of her.Every morning without fail, I chase after her into the bathroom to hold her hair back, as she is sick. I plan on missing nothing with this pregnancy. Especially when I wasn’t there for her with Rebel and the loss of our unborn. So I have been watching her like a hawk.I think Antonio’s overprotectiveness is rubbing off on me. Every time she moves, I’m there looming over her. Nate and Nico have called me pussy whipped and I would have lost my shit if it was about anyone other than Angel, but they are right. I would happily be pussy whipped for the rest of my life, especially when it comes to her.My dad, Blaze, Ice and Ripper have arrived to help with the situation with Gianni. I was pissed when they arrived. Blaze or my dad should have stay
Angel POV.“What have you done?” I stand from my kneeling position and turn to face my fiancé. He looks at me in shock and anger. I look down and see Gianni’s blood on my hands and at my feet is the weapon I used. A gift from Cassandria.“What I had to do, to ensure the survival of the family.” I just stand still, remembering the conversation from a few days ago.“The survival of your family was already secured, who’s blood is that Angel?” he practically snarls at me, I know he is pissed but he wouldn’t understand. I turn my back to him and look up at the glass stained window and then to the flickering candles in their red glass holders.“Angel, help me understand. I just want to understand why you did this.” I can feel his body heat as his hands run up my arms. I shiver at the contact. Not taking my eyes from the flickering of the flames of the candles we light to remember our dead relatives. I begin to speak.“We knew my dad wouldn’t be able to do it. I mean, if you had a blood brot
Angel POV.In the days and weeks that followed since I killed uncle Gianni. Things have gone back to normal, and finally my family and the MC are at peace. It is strange to not be in constant danger or waiting for the next catastrophe to happen.All we can do now is to look forward and finally think of the future and what it may hold for us all. I’m pushing close to five months into my pregnancy and it is amazing. The morning sickness surprisingly stopped not long after the death of uncle Gianni. We put it down to stress.The baby is growing beautifully and today we are having a gender reveal party. We are holding it in the clubhouse. The MC will be there, my family and those we hold dear.I struggle to get out of bed as my centre of gravity has shifted and this little one is using my damn bladder as a trampoline.“Ryder, Ryder, baby. I need to use the bathroom.” I shake him as he sleeps like the dead. I roll my eyes and kick him, and he grunts and opens his eyes. The sleepy blues loo
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