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.I stand from my bar stool; I begin to dance as I make my way through the crowd. Esmee Denters Outta Here is playing. Whoever requested this is a fucking legend. I twirl, taking out the concealed blade that is strapped to the inside of my thigh. As I twirl again, I flick my wrist and it hits its target.Raising my arms in the air, I move my hips as I dance towards James. I smirk, seeing he is dead. I walk away, still dancing. I don’t need to worry about my prints being on anything, as I have the latest tech on my fingertips that conceals them.I smile as I dance some more. As I twirl, I bump into a hard chest. I stumble back and look up, ready to tell the dickhead to watch where they are going, only for the words to die in my throat. Dante Fanucci.“Steady, I apologise. I wasn’t looking where I was going when you twirled into my path.” He says his voice is deep and smooth, his hands are on my waist and my ovaries jump. Yes, I know how drop dead gorgeous this man is. I’m a ho
Harmony POV.No sooner had my water’s broke, I was rushed to the hospital. I feel guilty that I sort of ruined our wedding, but Faith wanted out and she doesn’t seem to be in any rush about the eviction process.Six hours later and I’m still pregnant, sweating and grunting like a pig with each contraction. I have lost count of how many times I have changed position, walked around the room, counted my steps. Bounced on the yoga ball and breathed in copious amounts of gas and air, having the giggles and sounding like Barry White when I talked.Mav, as usual, is the epitome of calm. He has held me as I groaned, leaning on him; he has wiped my sweat and tears and been really supportive. I know the entire frigging club is in the waiting room. Momma is with Melody, keeping her busy. I only wanted Mav with me, much to my momma’s disappointment, but she respected it and has been checking in often.Melody has been in to see me, but once the contractions became harsher, like my insides were bei
Harmony POV.It has been a month since my baby shower/engagement party. Today is the wedding. But I feel off. Maybe it is just my nerves and I’m being silly.Mav stayed at the clubhouse last night. I have all the bridesmaids here with me. It felt strange waking up without Mav next to me. But I know I should be used to it, especially when he goes on runs with the club. But this feels different.My parents have not had him going on runs lately with me being so close to my due date, just in case something happens so he is close by, but I had his pillow a few of his shirts so I could still smell him. Hell, even Melly climbed into our bed not long after I went to bed. I think she knows something is up because she has been extra clingy lately.I’m putting it down to the excitement of today. I yawn as I let Michelle finish doing my hair. I sip my juice as the rest of my bridal party all drink champagne. Melly is helping Michelle by passing the hair accessories.Melly looks beautiful in her f
Harmony POV.Ok, everyone is acting really strange, sly even. It is almost like I have woken up in the twilight zone. Even Melody and Mav are both acting strange. You know what? Let them keep their secrets. I chuckle as I watch them both from the kitchen as I sip my non caffeine coffee.They are both talking in whispers, and Melody keeps giggling like it is some kind of private joke. Well, whatever it is, as long as my little darling is happy, that is all that matters to me.I reach for my phone on the counter and read the messages I have sent to my momma; she has read them but not replied. Now that is just plain rude. Like seriously, I thought she was coming over today to take me shopping. Something must have happened. She will get in touch when she is ready.The giggling has stopped, and I feel eyes on me. I cautiously chance a glance in their direction, narrowing my eyes and find them both staring at me before they look away and start whispering again.I sigh and heave my fat ass t
Maverick POV.We remained true to our word and allowed Melody to come to the next scan; she was crying, watching as her little sister kicked and rolled inside her safe haven, of her mom’s womb.Melody was so happy, she even was a little bit smug. She said I told you so. My little girl, no, not just mine. Our little girl is just wonderful.I have been getting ahead of myself and I may or may not have gone overboard with the all the baby things, add in the fact that Melody has helped and everything is pink and glittery. But you know what, I don’t give two fucks.Melody has in no way been left out of anything related to her baby, her words. Every time we buy something for the baby, Melody gets something. Melody even has been practicing changing diapers and bottle feeding on her dolls. Even singing lullabies. Harmony and I both know Melody is going to be the best big sister there ever was.Harmony is now seven and a half months along and time is ticking. She carries our daughter well. Eve
Harmony POV.God, I’m sobbing like a baby. This is not the first time Melody has called me mommy, but it always brings tears to my eyes. I really need to get a grip on my emotions.“I’m sorry mommy, I didn’t mean it. You can go wherever you want. I’m sorry.” Oh, my heart. I pull Melody up onto my lap and kiss her all over her face, laughing as I do.“Oh baby, no, you didn’t upset me. These are happy tears. Every time you call me mommy, I just get so happy that I cry. You didn’t do anything wrong, my sweet girl. I love you.” I hug her and she hugs me back. I look around the room and everyone is staring at us with smiles on their faces. I see some of the members wiping their eyes.God, we are all emotional right now. There must be something in the air.“I’m sorry mommy, I love you too.” Well, that does it and we are both crying. Mav is rubbing my back as I just hold my precious little girl. God, I’m starting to sound like Gollum.“Melly, there is something that came for you today while
Maverick POV.Looking at the black-and-white image in my hand. I smile as I look at our baby. Harmony is nearly nine weeks pregnant and I’m amazed at the little life we created. With its head, legs, arms, and spine. The OBGYN told us our baby is the same size as a strawberry right now. So tiny. But no matter, our baby looked perfect and healthy.God even hearing the rapid whooshing of our baby’s heartbeat brought tears to not only mine but Harmony’s eyes. The OBGYN gave us a lot of information to take home and read one being a pregnancy diary. A week-to-week guide of what our baby will be like and how it will be developing. I’m on cloud fucking nine right now and nothing can shake this feeling.But then I feel guilty because I didn’t experience this with Melody. I feel like a piece of shit for not being there for her. Hell, if I had known Felicity was pregnant, I would have been there every step of the way. Regardless of my feelings for the woman.All I can do is be there for Melody a
Harmony POV.It has been a rough few weeks since the whole Joel incident. The DeAngelis family were informed, and they interrogated Dana. She didn’t know anything. Joel approached her in a bar, knowing who Lucky was. He told her he was a friend of her son and she believed him because she was desperate. We let Dana go, and she promised she would stay away and if Lucky ever contacted her, that was on him. He hasn’t.We had Joel’s phone and handed everything over to Gabriella DeAngelis and with her and her family and mine; they went after every contact in Joel’s phone, finding more auctions and shut them all down.They made examples of each person. In a few sort weeks, the world knew what was happening, and it caused mass riots until the higher ups had to get actively involved to help in the efforts to stop the auctions.I think Benito, my cousin, had a huge part to play in that. He is the mafia king now, after all. Rumour has it that he personally went to the President and told him what
Harmony POV.I land on my knees beside Mystique, not looking at Joel who is spluttering and choking on his blood. I move my shaky hands to check her over. My hand moves to her chest, feeling something warm and slick.He shot her; she took the bullet meant for me.“Mystique, no, no, no, no. Get someone to help. He shot her. Come on, girl, you will be OK,” I say even though I know deep down I am kidding myself.The doctor comes over, kneeling beside me, and checks her over.“Here, let me help. We need to stop the bleeding, but she needs someone who is a vet that specialises in big cats.” He says as he adds pressure to Mystique’s wound.“Tank, he used to work at the zoo. He would know. Dad, get Tank in here now!” I scream as I run my hand through Mystique’s fur. She isn’t whimpering or yowling, she is laying still just watching me. She is panting hard, but is calm.I hate what she had to endure to become the killing machine she was bred to be.“Baby, she will be ok. Come on,” Mav says as
Harmony POV.A few hours before the rescue!I’m in shock. Joel said I was pregnant. How did he know that? I try to see anything out of the ordinary. I twist my body and look at the inside of my elbows and there is a small bandaid. The Bastard took my blood. But why?Ok, I’m not that thick. Clearly he is checking for any diseases because, you know, according to him, I’m unclean. Fuck Joel, when I get out of here. He is going to wish his dad beat him to death, because what my family will do to him will make him wish for death.I push back against the wall. Bringing my legs up. I push my back and feet as I start to slide up the wall. Sweat is beading against my forehead with the energy I am using. Once standing. I look around the room; the sun is going to rise soon.I need to find something to cut these restraints and then find a weapon. Joel will be back soon, and I need to be ready for when he does.Using the wall, I shuffle as quietly as I can. I grit my teeth with each millimetre I m