Angel Moretti. He was the love of my life. I always knew he was ever since we were kids. We did everything together. His name is Ryder ‘Savage’ Jackson. He was my world, my everything. Until he brutally ripped my heart from my chest three years ago. He tore my heart to shreds when he humiliated me by claiming another woman in his clubhouse, in the same bed we once shared. Savage by name, Savage by nature. He didn’t even give me a chance to tell him the news I had just accused me of cheating. Me, Angel Moretti. Like I would ever do that to him. So I ran, I ran from the pain he caused me. Ran from my family. Not wanting to be seen as the disgrace, but mainly to save him and his MC from annihilation. So I fled with the life we created growing inside of me. But all good things must come to an end. When he walks into my bar three years later. So what do I? Do I run? Or face the man who destroyed me? What could go wrong? Well, everything apparently. Ryder ‘Savage’ Jackson. She was my Angel, my goddess sent to me from heaven and I fucked it up. I claimed someone I shouldn’t have and paid dearly for it. I was a damn fool to believe the lies and bullshit. Missing out on the most precious gift Angel could give me. But I will make it right. Angel Moretti thinks she can get away from me with my kid. She has another thing coming, especially when I claim them both as mine. She will have no choice but to move back home with me. She may be a Mafia Princess, but she is mine!
View MoreLucky’s POV.I run out after Honey. She is not walking away from me for a second time. I reach her just as she walks down the driveway to the front gate.I grab her and lift her up. She drops the bag and I hold her to me.“You are not fucking going anywhere. We are going to talk like adults.” I say
Honey’s POV.The look on Lucky’s face says it all. He has Jeremy and Nova in his grasp, and no doubt they are being transported here.“Lucky, why?” I ask, and he sighs, rubbing a hand down his face.“Because if it wasn’t for him and her, you wouldn’t have run and got in an accident. I’m sorry, Honey
Lucky’s POV.Honey is still unconscious. Luckily, she wasn’t badly hurt. She has a bandage around her head and a drip in the back of her hand. I was told she will have a concussion and it would be best to let her sleep. A few cuts and bruises but otherwise she is ok.I sit here waiting to hear from
“Honey, Honey. Come on, stay awake.” I say as the paramedic, the fire department, and the Sheriff arrive.“Lucky, let them work on her.” I’m pulled back so the paramedics can assess what they need to do. I wring my hands together as the firefighters get to work, neutralising the gas that is leaking.
Lucky’s POV.I gun the bike to get to the clubhouse. I know Honey is scared. I know she thinks I will get bored, and that is not the fucking case. I see her SUV as she guns it past me on the opposite side of the street. I brake and turn the bike to follow her.“Call Stone.” I say through my hands fr
Honey’s POV.Listening to Lucky confess his soul made my heart leap, but at the same time I’m worried. What if I don’t live up to the pedestal he has clearly put me on? What if he becomes disappointed with me? What if he decides I’m not worth all this bullshit drama?I would be left out in the cold,
The new server arrives with our drinks and we order some food. Honey, even orders two slices of chocolate cheesecake and BBQ chicken wings with extra sauce and a side of coleslaw but tells the server she would like them ready for when we leave. I smile at her and she just looks at me.“What? I am a
Lucky POV.The feeling of Honey’s arms around my waist and her hands tight against my stomach sends a thrill through me. A feeling I have never felt with any other woman. Besides, I have never had a woman on the back of my bike. I have always said that place was reserved for the woman who would beco
Honey POV.Looking at myself in the mirror at what I am wearing, hoping it isn’t too casual. I have chosen pale blue skinny ripped jeans, a white v-neck short-sleeved t-shirt. My white and pink converse a denim jacket and my hair is up in another messy bun. I am assuming we are going on Lucky’s bike
Angel POV.“Mommy … go.” I push the cart around the store as I watch my beautiful two-year-old daughter Rebel clap her hands as I go faster, and she squeals in delight.She is so much like him. He who shall not be named kind of scenario. She doesn’t take after me much apart from the honey eyes and l...
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