All Chapters of The Biker’s Mafia Princess: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Savage POV.I look at the profile picture on my messaging app. It hasn’t changed in three years. I sigh as I open her contact and see all the messages I have sent her over the last three years, and each has gone unread. I’m so fucking stupid.FLASHBACK!It’s been four weeks since I ended my relationship with Angel and claimed Foxy as my woman. Everything has been great. Angel has not contacted me, but I do find myself looking at her profile picture.“What’s wrong baby?” a hand rubs my bare arm as I close the app and look at the woman beside me. Foxy with her red hair and brown eyes. She is beautiful. She is the mother of our unborn child.“Nothing babe, go back to sleep.” I kiss her head and she snuggles back down, but I can’t sleep. Something isn’t right. My gut is telling me I should check up on Angel. I shake that thought away. Why should I? The bitch was cheating on me. She doesn’t deserve my concern.With that, I fall asleep only to be woken by my door being banged on.“Prez, we

Angel POV.I wake up to the sound of Rebel’s belly laughing. I climb out of bed and yawn, stretching. I look down and I groan, stuffing my boob back inside my vest top. I rub my eyes as I stagger down the hallway to her room. Still sleepy, I didn’t get much sleep last night. I couldn’t settle, every time I closed my eyes. I saw his face. I look at my little girl who is sat on the floor playing with her blocks.“Rebel.” I say in a singsong voice she turn her head to the sound, her hair sticking up in every direction kind of like mine right now. I chuckle as she stands up and runs to the baby gate. I lean over it and pick her up. Giving her kisses all over her face.She is a happy baby, she always has been. Her tantrums, however, could frighten a hurricane away. She is explosive when she is having a moment. But on the whole, she is a happy girl.“You hungry?” I reach for her head and try my best to smooth down the crazy professor hair. She nods her head and snuggles into the crook of my

Angel POV.The nerve of him. Who the hell does he think he is telling me I have to go with him? Ha, he is a fucking joker and is delusional if he thinks I’m packing our life up here to follow him like a damn puppy. Not happening.I sit in the kitchen with the light on from under the cabinets as the only source of light. I can’t sleep so here I am sitting drinking a milky drink to try to help me sleep. There is a knock on the door. I look at my phone and see it’s ten at night. I switch the camera on, but I can’t see anything.I shuffle off the barstool and grab my mug. Boomer is alert, but I hold my finger to my lips and he lays his head back down. I move to the door and open it.“Savage, it’s ten at fucking …”“Hello sweetheart.” My mouth drops open as the mug slips from my fingers. Tears burn my eyes as I look at her.“Momma.” I throw myself into her arms and sob as she soothes me. Her hand running up and down my back.“Yes, sweetheart. I’m here. Shush now, it’s going to be ok.” I cr

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

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