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
Dante POV.What was I thinking? I just fucked her like a whore, when she was anything but. But she got under my skin with her observation of me. Yes, it was cruel to walk away the way I did, but she got under my skin.She has been doing that since I first laid eyes on her when she was working in that diner, five years ago.I knew who she was. I could tell she was hurting, and I wanted to make it better for her. So I started going to the diner to see her, just a normal customer. We would talk, make polite conversation. She would smile, but I could see the pain in her eyes. It made my heart bleed for her. Such a beautiful woman with so much pain in her soul.She doesn’t recognise me, especially when I don’t look like I did back then. It hurts that she doesn’t and won’t remember me. What did I expect? She has travelled all over the world and seen countless faces. Of course, she wouldn’t recognise me. All I was trying to do was watch out for her. The sad, lonely girl who you could tell wa
Scythe POV.Waking the next afternoon next to the sleeping redhead. I climb out of bed. I texted Rebel, telling her I was heading out last night, but she didn’t respond, no doubt having her own fun. I look at the sleeping woman at the side of me and I hate this part. I wake her up and tell her it’s time for her to leave. At least she doesn’t try to cling.Once again, the only way for me to satisfy this woman or any woman was to imagine they were Rebel. I know that’s all kinds of sick and wrong, but I need my release too. Even if I can’t have Rebel. Rebel is just perfect. She knows I’m bisexual and doesn’t bat an eye at that. Then again, so is she. But I only want her, but I know I can’t have her.She doesn’t know how much I love her. How much it hurts to see her with other men and women. How I wish it was me that makes her scream. But I know nothing will happen between us. She doesn’t see me like that. To her, I’m like a brother, her partner in crime, her hunting buddy.We call it hun
Sophie POV.I watch as Jared is walked out of the prison towards the awaiting SUV. He isn’t chained or cuffed. He limps along beside Nico. His eyes find mine and he smiles sadly and gives me a nod as he climbs in the back of the SUV.Nico closes the door and walks to me. He gives me a hug.“He will be ok. The offer will always stand. Any time you want to come and visit him, you can. I will let you know how he is doing. I know it will take time for you. Take it easy, sweetheart.” He whispers before he kisses my cheek, and he shakes hands with Harry before hugging him.I didn’t even realise Harry was beside me. I just kept my eyes focused on the blacked-out windows of the SUV, and I know Jared is looking at me. I fight everything inside of me to not run and open the door and hug him.I can’t. The wounds are still raw. They need to heal. Not just for me, but for him, too.I love you. I mouth to him and I hope he does this for himself. I hope he finds his purpose and makes good choices. N
Sophie POV.I have a decision to make. Do I go and see my brother and hope he gives me the answers I need, or do I let him go and never see him again?Why is this so damn hard? I always wanted my brother back, but is it too late for me to listen to his side of things? Does that make me a bad person if I just let him go?I don’t know. I’m torn between needing to now and then, not wanting to know. For years, he and our father have been my tormentors. A part of me is saying Jared doesn’t deserve my time, but the other side is curious. Am I setting myself up for a major fall?Am I playing into his hands if I go to him and he tries to hurt me with his words? Or will he beg for forgiveness, a forgiveness I don’t think I could give him?I stare off into space and I don’t know what to do. I spoke to Harry when I got home after my shift and told him what his uncle Nico told me and Harry told me it is my choice if I want to go and see Jared and that either way he would support my decision so wh
Sophie POV.It has been a week since I was rescued by Harry and the club. I am not as sore as I was. I was banged up, but still alive. I’m living in the clubhouse now. I didn’t want to go back to my apartment and Harry wasn’t going to let me, anyway.I learnt that Harry killed my dad. I felt nothing when he told me. Apparently, my dad was trying to bash my skull in with a broken branch. Harry saw red and shot him.Jared is still alive and wants to speak to me. I will go and see him, but not yet. He can wait and think about what he and dad did to me. He can sweat it for all I care.I’m sitting in the clubhouse with the beautiful lump that is Mystique at my feet. I’ve grown to love this big cat. She is super sweet and we are kindred spirits.I am working tonight at Mommy’s Secret Cupboard. Harmony’s bar, much to Harry’s disapproval. He is so overprotective and I love him for it, but he needs to know I’m not made of glass.“Hey Soph, how are you doin?” I look up and see Lucky sitting opp
Sophie POV.I managed to get hold of the club. I didn’t speak to Harry because he, his dads, his mom, and a few of his brothers had ridden out to get me at my old house.So guess where I’m headed? Yup, to my old house. I’m not far from there, so I must have been knocked out longer than I thought.I take the next exit and drive on in to the town where I grew up. Well existed for all that’s worth.My dad and his goons haven’t stopped me yet. And I can’t see them. So I know they are most certainly lurking somewhere and I can’t let my guard down, not even for a second. The streets that once were so familiar to me now hold nothing but bad memories.Everything has changed in some way, but still remains the same in other ways. The memories, the nightmares, start to come back to me as I make the next turn into my street.I slow the van down round the corner past the house. I exit the van and run. The gun is in the waistband of my shorts and the driver’s phone is in my hand. I run to the park
Sophie POV.I wake up and my head is pounding and I realise I’m in a van. I remember waking up to something being placed over my mouth and nose and feeling a weight pressed against my hips. Seeing those eyes of his made me scream.My father he fucking drugged me and abducted me. I lift my head and look at the front. I see one man driving. I look around and I’m the only one here with the driver. I look down and my ankles are bound and my wrists are bound in front of me. The driver hits a bump and I jolt, smacking my head against the metal floor. Asshole!“Damn roads. It’s like driving on the damn moon with all the holes.” He grumbles, well no shit sherlock, you try being tied up in the back and jumping each time you hit one.I bring my wrists to my mouth and chew and pull as we hit another bump and I stop and remain still when the van swerves and he cusses as he regains control of the van. The tyres squeal as he pulls up to a stop.“Mother fucker!” I hear the door open and slam shut. I
Wild Child POV.I pull up to the clubhouse and climb off my bike and run up the steps and head inside.“CHURCH, NOW!” I shout as I storm towards the conference room. Ripping the helmet off my head as I walk to the head of the table and pace as I wait for everyone to get their asses inside.“MOVE IT!” I snap as they all move quickly.“Baby, what is it? Where’s Sophie?” My mom asks as she runs to me and I look at her.“She was taken last night. When I called you and told you that I would call you back. Something didn’t feel right. Benjamin took her after he had his goons knock me down. He said I would never find her.” I tell her as I fight the rage that is coursing through my veins.“This is perfect.” I look at my mom, taken aback, like she has just slapped me.“What do you mean? This is perfect?” I snap at her and step up to her. Totally forgetting this is the woman who gave birth to me.“Oh fuck me, I never meant it like that.” She slaps my chest, but I’m breathing hard through my nos
Wild Child POV.After we ordered in and watched a horror, I took Sophie to bed. Today has taken it out of her. She is still healing and I know she is drained emotionally.I know she thinks she will get some kind of closure from her brother, but I don’t think she will. I did say she could speak to him and I will not break my word. Even if it doesn’t give her the answers she desperately wants and needs. I only hope that whatever Jared says to her doesn’t break her further.Sophie believes the boy she remembers is still deep inside of Jared. I’m not so sure. No matter if he was brainwashed by his father. I think he is a lost cause.Jared is not the same kid she knew back then when things were good. He is not like that anymore. No matter if it was his father’s doing or not. He should know the difference between right and wrong.Sophie and Jared are like chalk and cheese. She knows the difference, but Jared he doesn’t. He is unhinged. I mean god above. If the roles were reversed and I was
Sophie POV.After I leave the apartment, I walk with purpose. I know Harry is not far behind me. So I know if anything happens, he will intervene, but I honestly don’t want him to.“Ok Slugger, you can do this. No more fear, no more running. You are a badass bitch and you will face them head on. So go in there and take no fucking prisoners.” I syke myself up just how I do before I get into the octagon. When I spar.I straighten my shoulders as the store comes into view. My heart is pounding wildly in my chest and my hands begin to sweat. I see two of the members from Harry’s MC sitting on their bikes in the parking lot.They give me a nod, letting me know they have seen me. I nod slightly as I walk into the store. I grab a basket, so it looks like I’m here to do some shopping. I walk and look at products as I search for them both.I head down one aisle as they both walk up the same aisle. I turn to the shelf like I haven’t seen them. I want them to think they have the element of surpr
Wild Child POV.I didn’t like this plan at all at first. But I understand. Sophie needs to do this. But for the first time in her life, she won’t be facing them alone. I know I have to stay hidden, but the question is for how long?Either way, I don’t mind it. I can keep an eye on my girl and spend a lot of alone time with her. Sure, we haven’t done anything other than kiss and cuddle and you know what? I’m happy with it.I never thought I would ever have this. A beautiful woman by my side. The excitement of seeing her every day, even crawling into bed beside her just to hold her. Sophie is my person, and I know I am hers.This life with her is so simple, so easy, even though I know she thinks she is broken. She isn’t. She is strong and I know she will only get stronger.We have been in her apartment for three days and the sheriff did call in to see her. He knows we will take care of this, but he and his department always have our backs. The same as we have theirs. We may be a one per