All Chapters of The Biker’s Mafia Princess: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Rebel POV.Staring down at the men and women as they all take out their weapons. I hold my hands up.“What are you doing?” Candy’s voice is in my ear and I know she is devising a plan to get us out of here.“Release them now!” the man in the front says to me and I cock my head to the side and look at him.“You heard him girls, let them go.” I say chuckling and the girls laugh and shove the three prisoners to the floor, grabbing their guns and we open fire. There is no finesse in this. Each bullet lands and hits the target.We move forward as more come out of adjacent rooms. What should have been a routine hit has turned into a mass slaughter. Fuck!“Girls, you need to get out in the next thirty seconds. You have inbound.” Candy says in my ear and I look at the girls and they nod as we use everything we have.“We can’t get through. We need to retreat.” I say to them when the first blast rocks the building.“GET OUT NOW!” Candy shouts, as the walls vibrate and people scream and run. We

Rebel POV.Today is the day we say see ya later, not goodbye, because I know we will see them again. I woke up sandwiched between Dante and Dylan. We didn’t have sex last night. They both just held me as my heart broke.I am at the clubhouse. There are thousands of people here. The whole town has come out to pay their respects to the former leaders of the Princes Of Darkness MC.The compound grounds are full of bikers from other chapters. Even the mafia families are here. I see my nonna and nonno. I walk to them and they hug me tight.“Piccolo Principessa.” (Little princess) My nonno says as he hugs me to him. I fight the sob that works its way up my throat. He kisses my head as he rubs my back.“It’s ok, little one. We have missed you so much and we are so sorry.” He says, and I nod my head as I move away from his embrace. He is still strong for his age. I look at nonna and she pulls me to her to hug her again.“We love you so much, Rebel. We are so sorry for everything. I want you t

Scythe POV.The rest of the meeting was just more of the same. As soon as it was over, Rebel got up and left. We followed behind her.“Rebel, stop.” I say to her as I catch up to her. She has her game face on and one goal only. To find them and do what she was ordered to.“Where are you going? You need to rest.” I say to her gently when Dante walks up behind her. His hand on her shoulder and I see her take a breath.“To see our friends, Paddy, and Alonso. They should know where Roman is and what Luna is planning. You heard them in there. They want Roman dead and Luna captured.” She sneers and I know she is thinking the same as me. If the roles were reversed, she would have been killed without question. This is messed up.“Then I need to head to the hospital. RJ maybe the golden boy, but he is still my brother. He was so scared of dying, I will never get the look of his face out of my head. I was the only one at that moment he saw.” She says as her face looks blank. It’s hard to watch

Luna POV.When Roman said his mother could help us escape, I was expecting somewhere warm, with white sand beaches and a cocktail in my hand. Not this.Not sitting in a cold country, that is dull and grey. I mean, are these people even English? I can’t understand what they are saying. When Roman came for me, we flew here to see his mom. They were her men he used to get us out, the same men who killed nanna and pop-pop, apparently. I only found that out when we boarded the private jet.He told me we would be safe here, in this horrible country. If I had known, he would bring me here. I would have stayed with Rebel. Anything is better than here. Like seriously, is it ever sunny? No wonder everyone here is pale and grouchy. They need sun, not rain. That is all we have had since we landed here. Fucking rain and wind.“Luna, my mom wants to see us now,” Roman says to me and I sit up and grab the hat and gloves and put them on. Even with the heating on, it’s still cold. Apparently this is t

Rebel POV.All I want to do is climb into bed and just have some normalcy. But the life of an assassin is never cut and dry. It is not for the fainthearted. You are constantly on edge, waiting for shit to pop off.After we spoke to Vittoria, we headed back to the compound. I need to speak to my parents and grandparents. I have already told them all I need to speak to them. Hopefully, they are all there waiting for our return.I could tell them over the phone, but this conversation is better in person. Dante has said he will speak to his nonno about Vittoria and where she is. I have also spoken to the pres of the Daughters Of Chaos. Her name is Whitney Stone.The Daughters Of Chaos are not one percenters like our club, they do more good in their community. They do charity drives and runs; they help victims of Domestic Violence and keep crime off their streets. They help fund local shelters, hospitals, and schools. But don’t let that fool you. Whitney and her crew can fight and kill lik