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
Harmony POV.Going back to the party, I put on a happy face, no matter the turmoil inside of me or the uneasy feeling in my stomach. Today is about the children and the survivors of domestic violence.I smile like nothing is wrong and Mav is watching me closely. He is just staring at me in disbelief that one second I’m shaking and crying, the next I’m laughing and smiling like nothing happened.“You should get into acting.” Mav says to me and I smile up at him, but I know the smile doesn’t fully reach my eyes. He knows this too. He kisses my orange face and I chuckle as he pulls back with orange face paint on the tip of his nose, lips, and chin.“You got face paint on you.” I say as I use my sleeve to wipe it from him, and he chuckles.“Good luck getting that paint off your face. I wouldn’t be surprised if the orange has stained your skin.” He chuckles and my eyes widen. Oh, well bugger. I didn’t think of that when I applied it to my face.“I know what you’re doing.” I say to him and
Harmony POV.Hearing Joel’s name brings back all the sadness. Why didn’t I see it sooner? He has changed so much since I last saw him. I’m numb to Joel and what he does for a living. But what he did to me? That will stay with me forever. I thought I locked it away. Clearly I didn’t.Yes, he drugged me, but he didn’t touch me. My family knows that, but maybe he didn’t because Harry found me before he could. I only remember parts of that night. We were at a friend’s party and he was with me to protect me. Little did I know at the time I needed protecting from him.He handed me a drink and told me he would stay by my side. So I didn’t question it when I drank the laced drink. I didn’t smell anything that struck me as odd. I was fifteen. The drink wasn’t even alcoholic.Joel knew my parents would have killed him if I arrived home drunk. So I was drinking juice. I finished the drink and danced for a while when I started feeling dizzy and sick.Next thing I know I woke up in hospital after
Maverick POV.I’m all partied out. Melody is on a sugar high and is running round like an overactive squirrel on a massive energy boost. I did try to limit the candy and all the goodies she was eating, but the little madam was sneaking them. Her hair, which took me an hour to do, was hanging loose. The buns long gone. She has glitter all over her and her white top isn’t white anymore. Rookie mistake on my part.But she has had fun and so have I. I have hardly seen Harmony, but I have had eyes on her. I mean, you can’t miss her with the green wig and orange face. She looked amazing. Everyone put in the effort for today and I am proud to be a part of this club.POD has set the standards for all the other clubs and even though the other clubs help in their territories, no one goes above and beyond like POD does, and I am so proud to be a member.The praise Harmony and the club have received throughout today has been overwhelming. The women from the shelter and the kids from the hospital
Harmony POV.All week I have been racking my brain about where I had seen that man before and it is really driving me mad. I know I’ve seen him before but still can’t pinpoint where exactly.I shake my head to rid myself of the thoughts and smile instead. Today is the day of the Candy Wonderland party to raise funding for the women’s shelter and the children’s hospital.The ole ladies and locals have really outdone themselves. The clubhouse and club grounds look magical. Giant pink and white cane canes stand on either side of the clubhouse steps. There are big lollipops in various colours and individual candies decorated all around. Some hanging from the branches of trees and in the grass on display.There are huge ice cream cones, donuts, cakes, balloons with confetti that look like sugar strands, giant gummy bears, jelly beans that are little chairs. The place would give the witch from Hansel and Gretel a serious case of envy.It looks spectacular, all in pastel colours. I nod happi
Harmony POV.It has been three weeks since Mav and I slept together, and everything has been going amazingly well. Everyone was super happy for us and little Melody was made up that her daddy and I were together.Mav is so gentle and loving and it still amazes me that for such a big burly guy, he has that soft side of him, the side only Melody and I are privileged to see.Mav is currently on a club run and I am in my happy place. Books and Brews. Catching up with paperwork. I’m pretty sure Harry has been sneaky putting some of the orders for the club owned businesses in with what I have to do. I swear that big brother of mine is a lazy ass, but I don’t mind helping in any way I can.The mommy, daddy and me sessions have grown in popularity and so I have had to expand on the days for these sessions. We have another event happening this weekend to raise funds for the children’s hospital and the local women’s shelter. We donate what we can to both. The local community also helps with the
Harmony POV.Oh god this is it. I’m going to lose my virginity to the man I love with all my heart. This is going to mean something more to me than what it would mean to most people.Mav is kissing me slowly once more and I’m going crazy with the need to touch him, taste him, fell him. I want him, all of him.Mav breaks the kiss and stares down at me with a small smile on his face. He moves back onto his heels before he moves off the bed and I instantly miss his body heat. I watch as he removes his cut, then his tight black long-sleeved top. His abs flex and stretch as he pulls the fabric over his head. I gulp at the sight of his bare chest. I instinctually close my legs.My clit throbs just from the sight of him. Heat pools in my belly and I know I’m wet. My breathing becomes harsh and my heart is beating so hard with anticipation as I watch him remove his boots and socks. His eyes not leaving mine as his large veiny hands reach for the belt and he removes it. I don’t think I’ve blin
Maverick POV.Seeing those beautiful golden honey coloured eyes dim slightly hurt my chest. Watching as Harmony walked past us with no expression on her face, I know she didn’t want to do it, but she did it anyway.We all turn to watch her walk away. Her head held high, her back ram-rod straight, her steps don’t falter, not once. But it’s her hands that give her away, not because they are shaking but because she has balled her fists tight.The room is deadly silent as we all watch her move out of sight. I turn my head and look at everyone in this room.“She never raises a gun for that purpose again.” I state as I look at my presidents and the other members.“She never will, not again. Go after her Mav, make sure she is ok. Because I know she won’t be,” Rebel says as she squeezes my shoulder and I look down at her. I nod my head and make off to follow Harmony. I jog through the prison and outside. I look around for her, blinking from the glare of the snow.I follow her footprints in th
Harmony POV.I watch as Felicity lifts her head slowly and I can see the tear streaks on her face. She looks at me and her eyes are red from all the crying she has been doing.“You wanted to speak to me? Well, here I am. So let’s talk.” I say to her again and she looks from me to the people with me. She wipes her face and nose on her sleeve.“Thank you for coming. I wanted to apologise for everything we did to you. I know it was a mistake and I’m sorry for it Harmony, please believe me. I was out of my mind with the drugs and booze. All I want is to make peace with you,” she says as she staggers to stand before she falls to her knees and bows her head at me.I look at my momma and raise an eyebrow at her and she shakes her head and I know she is not believing this, just like I’m not. It will take more than a simple sorry to make what she and that club did to not only me, but to everyone they came in contact with. A sorry will not make any of it right.“You want to make peace with me?
Harmony POV.Well, this is awkward. My dads are both looking at me like I did something against humanity and my momma, well, she is smirking knowingly. But there is nothing to know, I haven’t done anything.“Ok, go on, what is it you all want?” I ask as I walk further into the office and slump in the chair across from them.“Well, you and Outlaw look cosy. Something you want to tell us?” Dad Dylan asks and I shake my head at him when dad Dante rolls his eyes.“Give her a break, Dyl. She isn’t a little girl anymore. Who she is with is none of our business. Unless he hurts her, then it becomes our business. So lay off. You weren’t like this with Harry, so cut the dramatics.” Dad Dante tells him and I smile at him and dad Dante winks at me.“She is our baby girl. Of course, it is our business.” I roll my eyes at him and anyone else would be mortified to be having this conversation with their parents but not me. Growing up, I learnt quickly that there were no secrets between us.Hell, whe