Angel POV.I’m not going to lie and say it didn’t hurt seeing that club whore talk to him because it fucking did. It felt like my heart was ripped from my chest again and stamped on. But I have to harden my heart against this man. Even if it means having to be cold and indifferent. All I wanted to do was leap over the table and pull her ratty hair extensions out of her head and strangle her with them.Even my dad saw my face, but I quickly schooled my expression and acted like it didn’t bother me. I suppose I’m going to have to get used to all the attention he gets. I mean, he is a good-looking man and is everything a hot-blooded female wants. But it still hurts seeing him even when he tried to explain I had to cut him off. I can’t fall for him again.We arrived back an hour ago, and Rebel is super excited to be somewhere new. Me, not so much. I have to do what is right for her sake, not mine. If I could, I would have never returned, but she deserves to know her dad. Even if he did de
Angel POV.Well, what should have been a time for me and Rebel to settle in to our new home turned into a damn cookout.The food was cooking on the grill in the back garden; the lawn was filled with my family, Savage, and his mom and dad and some of his guys. It was too much for Rebel being around so many new people and she was getting ratty from travelling and the excitement.I was in the kitchen placing dishes in the dishwasher when I felt his presence.“Need a hand?” he asks, but I ignore him. He had the intention of coming here because I won’t allow Rebel to be around the clubhouse. Couldn’t he have waited until we were settled before coming here like a damn wrecking ball and ruining the peace? Obviously not.“Look, I know this is all extremely overwhelming and …” He starts. I snap, slamming the door of the dishwasher and spin to snarl at him.“And WHAT! You turn up unannounced with your fucking crew, not even letting us settle before you start your dominant shit.” I walk closer t
Savage POV.I didn’t go back to the clubhouse after leaving Angel’s house. I went to my house. The house no one other than my higher-ups have been to. I didn’t sleep last night thinking about Angel and what she said last night.Yes, I was a fucking impatient asshole. I should have allowed her sometime to adjust and settle down, but like the moron I am. I decided it would be a good idea to allow my parents and some of the guys to meet my baby girl.It was going well at first, then Angel erupted and so did Rebel. I knew then I fucked up massively. Even my mom and dad told me I did. But it wasn’t like I invited the whole damn MC.It was only my higher ups and their ole ladies. Nothing big, nothing like what we do at the clubhouse. I wouldn’t allow that to happen at her home. But the guys were too excited to see her again and, of course, meeting my little Rebel was the icing on the cake. The drinks were flowing, and the food was delicious. But I knew Angel was tired and emotional.So I tr
TRIGGER WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!Angel POV.It has been three months since we moved here. I still haven’t been to the clubhouse and Savage respects that. He knows the place holds painful memories for me. Besides, he also knows I don’t want our daughter around the whores. That is not the environment I want Rebel to be around.Hell, some would say I’m a hypocrite because of what my family does, and I would agree. The difference being my parents managed to keep the dirty side of our world away from us until we were old enough to understand. So really, I’m only doing the same thing.Granted, when I was with Savage, I knew what I was getting myself involved with. But he broke my heart and trust. I wasn’t naïve. I knew why those women were there, but I had never seen it, not like I did that day.My parents stayed a little longer and returned home two months ago. Every day, I speak to them and dad has had one of his men move into the area. He was ready to send them all. Thank go
Savage POV.I pace in the clubhouse holding a hysterical Rebel in my arms. Her mother was kidnapped in broad daylight. If it wasn’t for one of the store workers leaving when she did, we wouldn’t know. She called the cops who informed us as back-up as this is my fucking town.So imagine my shock and rage when we got there and found out it was Angel who was taken. And the police had Rebel.It has been hours, and everyone of my men has been out with the police looking for her. I tried to go with them, but Rebel didn’t want me to leave her. So dad took over and went with them.“How could this have happened?” I say as Rebel finally settles in my arms just as the clubhouse doors open and Foxy comes running towards me.“Oh, my god Savage. I just heard what happened. This is awful, are you ok? Do you need anything?” she asks but I ignore her and walk with my daughter to what is my room when I stay here.“Savage, please. Let me help you?” I turn to her, and she stops in her tracks, seeing my d
Savage POV.It has been hours as we wait on word that she is in the clear. The doors to the waiting room burst open and in walks Antonio, Teagan, Nate, and Nico. I stand and move to Antonio and he looks at me before his big fist lands against my jaw.“Where were you when this happened?” he stands over me as I crunch my jaw and lick the blood from my lip. I look up at him, his balled fists shaking with rage.“Antonio, it isn’t his fault. We will find out who did this to her.” Teagan says as she tries to soothe her husband. He steps back, keeping his honey eyes locked on me. Blaze pulls me up as Ice walks in with Simon and Rosena.Teagan clicks her fingers, and Simon hands her a laptop. “Ice, I believe you are the tech guy for the MC?” she asks, and he looks from me to her and nods his head. “Good, here. You will work with my team, finding where she was taken.” He takes the laptop and heads to where Simon and Rosena have set up.“We don’t know …”“I know what I am looking for. Don’t for
Angel POV.Pain, dull aching pain is the first thing that makes itself known that as well as the constant beeping. I groan, trying to open my eyes. I peel my eyes open and blink to take in my fuzzy surroundings.There is a warm light on over me. The rest of the room is in darkness. NO! I’m not back there.My breathing becomes harsh, and the beeping gets harsher. A hand grabs mine. I look at the face. The words spoken are like I’m underwater.“Shhh, princess. I’ve got you.” I blink and my vison starts to clear as I take in her features. Her dark hair, her jade green eyes, the features like my own.“Momma.” My throat is sore and scratchy, my voice raspy as the first tear falls. She bites back a choke as she nods her head. I see the tears glistening in her eyes as she blinks and the tears fall.“Rebel, where’s Rebel?” I ask, becoming panicked. I need my girl. I need her close to me.“She is with your father. It’s ok princess, we will find them and make them pay. You didn’t deserve this.”
Angel POV.With the help of my momma and the nurse, they help me out of bed so I can get to the bathroom. I stand looking at myself in the mirror and feel nothing but disgust.My face is black and swollen, my eyes resemble a panda. The whites of my eyes are blood red, bruises around my throat. Bruising down my collarbone and ribs. Teeth marks on my breasts and red marks mar my abdomen from where they cut me. My thighs are bruised and swollen. I don’t need to know the state down there because I know. I can feel them still and I move to the toilet and vomit, taking a deep breath well as deep as I can.I move back to the mirror and sigh. My hair is matted, and I have dried blood on my skin. I have a support bandage on my nose from where it was broken and then re-set. I look like I’ve been hit by a truck. But I survived, well, sort of. I know I will never be the same again.“Angel, come on, sweetie. Let’s get you cleaned up.” My momma says from behind me and I scoff. She helps me into the
Harry POV.I know she hated the looks everyone was giving her. The look of pity. Sophie is strong, resilient. She doesn’t need their pity. I can see it in my girl, she is fierce. When she asked me about a boxing gym, I swear my heart stuttered and my cock twitched.My girl knows how to defence herself. Hell, I can just see her now. In the ring, throwing strong accurate punches at her opponent. Ok, Harry stop. Before you rip your pants.I jog down the steps of the clubhouse back to the cage and grab her bags and mine out before locking the cage and walking back towards the steps.“Yo, Wild Child. What’s with all the lovey dovey shit? Don’t you usually just fuck and dump?” One of the newer guys asks with a chuckle and I look at him. Stone is his name, and he is one of Lucky’s members.Lucky will be starting his MC soon. He has decided to name it Hell’s Redemption MC. He said he and his men needed their redemption after allowing his father to do all the nasty shit he did. He blames himse
Sophie POV.I burst into tears when Harry told me he loves me. It wasn’t because it was too soon. It was simply because the last person who told me they loved me was my mom when I won the last dance competition before she died.Harry just held me and didn’t say anything. That was just over an hour ago. Now we are heading to the clubhouse of the Princes Of Darkness MC. I keep looking out of the window at every man I see. Hoping that my father and brother have slithered back under the rock they crawled out of.I may be trying to act tough, but inside I’m shaking, waiting to see them just casually walking the streets. But nothing. Maybe they have already been found? Maybe they decided I wasn’t worth all the trouble? No, that’s not it. Father told me he had sold me to some man. So no doubt they will be back to collect on that. But for now, I can not show I’m worried about it.I have lived with fear since the first day he beat me. But I’m an adult, for Christ’s sake. I will not hide anymor
Sophie POV.It has been so strange to me to have someone willing to look after me. Harry, his mom and his dads have been wonderful. It has been nearly a week since I was attacked by my father and brother. I know Harry is keeping quiet about what he and his mom are planning on doing, and that’s fine. I need to heal more before I worry about what will happen.Today, I’m being discharged from hospital and staying with Harry at the clubhouse. I’m nervous because I have always lived on my own. Well, I have when I ran away. So being in a huge family environment is going to be a wake up call.I am still healing, but I can manage with the pain. It isn’t as bad as what it was, but still. I need help moving around. Even if I am determined to do it on my own. Another thing I need to get used to.No matter where I am going, Harry is right by my side. I did ask him if he needed to work and he laughed and told me to not worry about anything. His dads and mom have the club covered. I only know from
Wild Child POV.After Sophie fell asleep and I recovered my shock of her words. I looked at my momma and she has that knowing smirk on her face.“She is stronger than she looks. What do you want to do, son?” She asks me and I look back at the now sleeping Sophie as she snores softly. My poor girl has been through hell and walked out the other side.“I think we need to find them both as soon as possible. I don’t want her to be in danger anymore. Sophie deserves to be free of them and to not live in fear. Even though we both heard her words. I know she is still scared, and that is no way for her or anyone to live. Come on, momma we see it all the time at the shelter. Sophie is no different from those women fleeing domestic violence. She needs our help and she will get it. I know you have not long come back from a mission. But I am going to need your help with this.” I say to her before I look away from Sophie to my momma, and she is smiling softly at me.Momma walks closer to me and run
Sophie POV.I take a good look at myself in the mirror. My face is swollen, my lip split, my nose is broken, both eyes are black. My jaw aches. I glare at my reflection.I ball my hands into fists and they burn. This is not the worst of what they have done. But enough is enough. I can’t keep running. I need to stand and face them.I lift the hospital gown and see the black bruising forming on my ribs and across my stomach. I wince with the movement.Ok, Sophie. What are you going to do? I ask myself as I look again at my face and something takes over in me. Not fear, something cracks and breaks free, demanding their heads. They are not my family anymore.I think I was always too scared to admit that to myself. But now. They can go and fuck themselves. I have taken it for far too long. I straighten up and pull my long black hair up into a ponytail. I wince with the stinging pain and the burning ache in my ribs.They have done this for the last time. I am not their punch bag and I certa
Wild Child POV.I get back to the hospital and park the cage in the underground parking. I grab my duffle bag and exit the cage. Locking it before I walk to the elevator. My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts. All about my girl, I’m itching to find who did this to her and make them hurt more than Sophie is.The elevator pings and I exit it as I walk towards the assessment ward. As I approach, I see Sophie being wheeled out on the bed. My eyes widen and I run towards where she is being taken.“Where are you taking her?” I demand and doc looks at me and rolls his eyes.“To the private ward. She is fine, Harry, she is still asleep.” Doc tells me, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I nod my head and follow behind him towards the private ward of the hospital.I wait until the bed has been secured and all her drips have been positioned at the side of the bed.“She won’t wake up yet. She is exhausted. Try to rest Harry. There is a coffee machine in the kitchen, over there. The sofa pulls out into
Wild Child POV.I watch and wait until Sophie is asleep. The combination of the pain medication and her crying has sent her to sleep. I stand from my place next to her bed. I lean over her and plant a gentle, tender kiss on her forehead. I fill find who did this to her and they will fucking pay.I leave the room and see doc who is writing on a chart as I walk towards him.“Doc, can we get her moved to a private room? Don’t worry about the cost I will pay for all her treatment. I will send two of my brothers to stand guard at her door. She deserves better than what happened to her.” I tell him and he sighs and rubs his forehead.“I have seen cases like this before and no matter how many times I see it, it is still heart breaking. Whoever did this to her, they are worse than animals. Domestic violence is no joke.” Doc says, and I nod my head. Because seeing her like that broke me.“Soph never told me about a boyfriend. So I’m not sure.” I say to him and he shakes his head with a sigh.“
Sophie POV.No matter how far away I run, they always manage to find me. I could fly to the moon and they would find me. I never understood why I was hated so much. Well, that’s a lie. They blame me for what happened. I am the reason she died.Our family was always so loving, so warm. Until that warmth and love died in a car accident. My father and brother blamed me. Hell, I even blamed myself. No matter what I did to make it right, it wouldn’t bring her back.I was five when it happened. Mom was driving us back from one of my dance competitions out of state. It was raining, and the road was slick. Mom lost control of the car and smashed into the central barricade. She died on impact. I didn’t.I wished every day that it was me who died, then maybe my father and brother would feel something other than hate towards me. My father and brother changed when they learnt mom died.At first my father was grieving, and he still loved me, then as time went on, he started drinking to numb the pa
Wild Child POV.I never quite understood all the hurrah when it came to babies and kids. I mean, come on, if you want something that whines and cries, shits, eats, sleeps and dribbles, then get a dog. Well, that was before I held this little miracle in my arms.She is so tiny, so perfect, soft. She is the perfect combination of both my little sister Harmony and her husband, Mav.Little Faith, with her blonde tuft of hair and those honey-silver eyes. The way her tiny hand grabs my index finger as she looks up at me from the safety of my arms.Only hours old, I feel something inside of me crack and fall away. I want this. I want to be the proud daddy of a child that is fifty percent me. I would love to feel this feeling again. I’m overwhelmed as I look at Faith. The tears blur my eyes and I know I want a family of my own.That I know now what has been missing for a while now. I want my own family, but in order for me to have what Harmony and my parents have, I need to find the perfect w