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
Savage POV.“It’s a …” I look behind me and see the pink smoke and I look at Angel and she has tears in her eyes.“IT’S A GIRL! I knew it!” Rebel screams and I smile, looking down at her smiling. I shut the bike off and climb off. The whole yard is in cheers and applause. I help Rebel off and we high five. No sooner did I place her on her feet she runs to her mom. I’m not far behind her.When I get the short distance to her. I lift her in my arms and kiss her long and deep. This woman continues to make me the happiest man on the planet. Breaking the kiss before it gets too heated. I press my forehead against hers and we both catch our breaths.“I fucking love you, Angel Moretti. Thank you for giving me another little princess.” I say to her as her arms move around the back of my neck as I just hold her as best as I can with the baby bump pressed against me.“No, thank you. I love you too, Ryder, so fucking much.” We stay like this for a while before I place her back on her feet. Every
Angel POV.I’m ushered away in the arms of Marco as Ryder goes the other way. I must still be dreaming. This has to be a dream, right?I enter my old bedroom and find my momma, Deanna, Alessa, Cora and a few of the other ole ladies. The ole ladies are all dressed in beautiful dresses wearing their property of cuts. This is a combined mafia and biker wedding.“Ok, we don’t have long to get you ready. So just sit still while we work our magic. I’m sorry for all the secrecy, but Ryder couldn’t wait any longer.” My momma says as the ladies chuckle. I can’t argue with that Ryder has always been impatient.“Ok, work your magic.” I say as the ladies move to help me shower and get me ready for this wedding. I’m still in shock, but it’s a good shock if that makes sense?My hair is dried and Deanna starts putting it up into barrel curls as Alessa works on my makeup. She is not doing anything too glam; I prefer a natural look. So she is doing just that. I’m prodded and poked and after a short ti
Angel POV.It has been a few months since the wedding, and everything has been great. There have been no issues. Ryder went on a run two weeks ago. He didn’t want to go with me being so close to my due date. I’m not due for another two weeks, but I told him it would be fine. And I was right. He arrives in the morning.We talk every morning and night. He is on the gun run for my family, so it’s business as usual. I have no worries about him cheating on me. This MC doesn’t do that. If he ever cheated on me, it wouldn’t be worth his life just to get his dick wet.So here I am sitting on the sofa having a zoom meeting with Cass and Alessa about the latest auction they took down. Apparently, it was in a hail of bullets. They got out all the victims and killed everyone who was inside. Even though I can’t be there physically, I have my team working on locations.It was the biggest one we took out. Apparently, there were people like government officials and dignitaries from other countries th
Angel POV.A shrill cry wakes me from my sleep. I smile as I wake up; I turn my head to the crib at the side of the bed and move to pick her up. She is wiggling and trying to eat her covered fist.“Hello Luna, oh sweetheart, you hungry?” I coo and speak in a low volume as I lift her up and scoot back against the pillows. She is squirming and rooting like a hungry, angry little bird. Yup, she is hungry. She always is.“Feeding time again?” Ryder mumbles sleepily at the side of me. It has been a month since Luna Skye came screaming into the world at seven pounds, twelve ounces. She maintained her week in the first week and I can understand why, she is constantly on the boob.“Always. She is like you in so many ways.” I say as I pull my top down and unsnap my nursing bra. Like a ravenous little monster, she latches on instantly. I hiss, taking her off and reposition her.“Why? Because I always want your boobs in my mouth? Or is it the temper like Rebel?” he says with a chuckle, rubbing h
Rebel POV.I’ve fucked up, like, royally fucked up.It was hard growing up with a huge family like mine. So much was expected of me, to be the perfect biker and mafia little princess. To be a good example to my little sister and brother. To have perfect grades, perfect clothes, hair, everything. But did anyone ask what I wanted to be? No, they fucking didn’t.So, in true Rebel fashion, I rebelled.I wasn’t spoilt or anything. Ok, that is a lie, I was. Some would see what I have done as attention seeking, throwing a hissy-fit. But it was more than that.Let me take y’all back a few years and then maybe you will see where I’m coming from and how I ended up in this clusterfuck that I am now in.I had a good early childhood; I was loved, adored even. I had all the love and attention a little girl wanted. Now I’m not saying I wasn’t loved after this because I was. When mom had Luna Skye, I helped as best as I could. Being the big sister was a huge responsibility. But I felt lonely.Everyon
Rebel POV.PRESENT TIME!I stay in the shadows and just watch as the seven idiots struggle with their restraints. The elevator dings and I turn my head and see Dante and Dylan rush out and stop in their tracks and I fight the chuckle that builds in my throat, seeing their faces, especially when they hear Astrid growl.Nothing puts the fear of God in someone better than seeing these monster sized beauties. Even if they are used for effect.I will say this: my captives faces were priceless when they came round and realised they weren’t were they blacked out and then to be faced with seven monsters. I think a few of them pissed themselves.The dogs got bored and have since stayed in the shadows of the room, laying down watching what is happening.I wait patiently for the rest of the group to get here, and it doesn’t take long. When I see Candy step out with her iPad, I know it’s time to have some fun.“Glad y’all could join us.” I say before I step out of the shadows. All heads in the ro
Rebel POV.FOUR HOURS PREVIOUS!Walking back into the club holding Alexei’s hand, we have decided to take them all tonight. Over the past two nights, we have gotten closer to Colton, Sara, Roman, Tyler, Karl, Scott, and Elliott.They are boring and I have had to control myself to not kill Sara where she sits. We have walked around the club watching and listening. Alexei and I never indulge in the scenes that are happening.He told them he was the only one who was allowed to touch me and we were there to observe to see what I may be comfortable with. Which makes me chuckle.One of the scenes had us both stopping, and I had to tilt my head to the side. As I watched as a woman who was naked and was strapped belly down over a bench. Her wrists and ankles cuffed to the legs of the bench, her ass and glistening pussy were exposed. She had a ball gag in her mouth as the three men all brought her to the brink with toys and caresses and then they denied her, her orgasm.They kept her on edge u
Dante POV.I swear to god above when I get my hands on Rebel; she is getting handcuffed to the bed. She has been missing now for three fucking days. Three days and no word from her or anyone. We are all in the clubhouse trying to find her.Even the Mother’s Revenge apparently don’t know where she is, which I call bullshit on. I have not slept as we have searched everywhere for her. She is like a damn ghost and it’s starting to piss me off.The clubhouse doors open with a bang and we all look up and see some huge and scary looking men enter. All of us draw our guns. Me included and the one in front walks further inside and stops as he looks me up and down.“You must be Dante Fanucci?” He says his Russian accent is thick and I look at Ryder and he steps forward.“Who are you, and why are you and your men in my clubhouse?” He spits at him as he and his men step toward this behemoth of a Russian. The Russian’s men move too until he holds his hand up, signalling them to stop.“I am here to
Rebel POV.I have ceased all comms with my family. I know Dylan is tired and upset that he has been taken away from me and Dante, but that does not give him the right to speak to me like shit. As for Dante, well, he will be pissed too. They will get over it.Since we connected the dots that Sara will be with Roman. I have had Candy search for all known associates of them both. And guess what? They have four people in common.So that is why I’m here. The four associates work in the same city and always meet up at the weekend for drinks in this very bar.I’m in full disguise and armed to the teeth. I also have with me several of the Bratva positioned inside the bar.The place is high class and definitely somewhere Sara would feel comfortable in. But this place also changes into a sex club at night. Only those with VIP membership can access that, though. I have that VIP membership. So here I am posing as someone who is interested in learning about my own sexuality and my limits when it c
Scythe POV.I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss being out on the open road again with the wind at my back and the feeling of being free. Riding my bike feels like I’m flying.But I want to be back home laying next to Rebel and Dante. But this is a must. Savage called everyone home, nomads included. Until we find Sara and now Roman.I was pissed when Dante called three days ago to tell us that Roman has gone fucking missing with his cunt sister. Why didn’t we see it sooner? Oh, that’s why because we have been chasing empty leads. Sara and Roman have both vanished, and it is pissing not only me off, but everyone. Tensions are mounting and soon enough we are all going to be pointing the finger of blame.I pull up at a gas station to refuel and stretch my legs. I have Ripper and two of the prospects with me. We have taken in more prospects with what has been going on. More men means more eyes and ears to the ground.My phone rings in my cut and I grab it out and see it’s Rebel callin
Dante POV.Rebel was released a week after she woke up. She has been resting at home, much to her disappointment. Our family room has now become base for operation. Find the bitch Sara and kill her slowly!Rebel has such a way with words. I am working alongside my family to track and find her hopefully before Rebel is at full strength, but so far it is like Sara has just vanished into thin air. Even the tech genius Candy hasn’t been able to track her. So that tells us that someone powerful is in play keeping her hidden, but who?I hear the shuffling of feet and look up from my desk and see a sleepy Rebel shuffling in her shorts, vest top, and fluffy socks. Lubov right beside her. I smile softly as I take in the woman who will be mine and Dylan’s wife. Her hair reminds me of a crazy professor sticking up in all directions.She rubs her eyes and walks towards the kitchen. I stand and follow behind her to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself. Not that she is accident prone, she is still we
Rebel POV.Wife? Fucking wife? He can’t be serious.“Wife? You married that slut? Do you have any idea what you have done, Nico?” my mom screams at him and he looks at her in shock before he looks at Sara, who is now struggling and screaming in the hold of Alessa and Skylar.“Shut up, you know what you did,” Alessa snarls at her and then just laughs at her futile attempt.“What did I do? You have all lost your fucking minds.” Sara screeches, and I step closer to her and slap her hard across the face. That felt good. I won’t lie.“Tell me what the fuck is going on and now?” Uncle Nico screams when my mom steps up to him.“Your fucking wife had the institute destroyed and Luna killed. That’s what is happening. You know the laws. She dies.” My mom speaks with so much venom in her tone and uncle Nico gasps before he shakes his head and gulps before he looks at his wife. “WHAT!” He shouts in disbelief. I roll my eyes at his outburst.“Oh well, you will love this. She is Alonso Ricci’s il
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