All Chapters of The Biker’s Mafia Princess: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Sophie POV.It has been a few weeks since I was brought to the clubhouse. I have been helping where I can. But every time, I’m told to rest, and it is driving me bonkers. I know Harry hates it when I tell him this is not the first time. But it’s true. I’m usually up and doing things for myself a few days after the beating.So this is going to take some getting used to. But still, I can move now without much pain, just a dull ache. I’m healing, but I know my own body and I know when to stop. I know when to rest. I haven’t taken my pain meds in a couple of days because I don’t want to be dependent on them.So here I am, helping in the clubhouse. Harry is not here, he is hunting as he calls it. He seriously can’t expect me to be in bed being waited on hand and foot. It is not in my nature, so I am pottering around helping with the bar or doing dishes in the kitchen. Either way, the quicker I get back to being myself, the better.What I really want to do is get back in the ring again. But

Wild Child POV.It is nice to see Sophie talking and laughing with Harmony. She is even holding baby Faith, and it does something to me, seeing my woman with the baby in her arms as she coos at her.“It looks good on her.” My mom says from behind me and I turn my head and look at her with a smile and nod my head in agreement. It does look good on Sophie. She is so gentle yet so confident with Faith in her arms as she feeds her a bottle.“Yeah, it does. One day, I hope the next baby in her arms will be ours.” I say and my mom chuckles and I realise I said that out loud.“Well, you never know. There is something I wanted to speak to you about. It is about Sophie.” She says and I turn to face my mom and she is relaxed so I know it isn’t anything bad.“Ok, go on.” I say to her as she looks from me to the scene in front of us and smiles gently and then looks back at me.“Sophie is stronger than we give her credit for. I know she fights. I also think she can more than handle herself. So I a

Wild Child POV.I didn’t like this plan at all at first. But I understand. Sophie needs to do this. But for the first time in her life, she won’t be facing them alone. I know I have to stay hidden, but the question is for how long?Either way, I don’t mind it. I can keep an eye on my girl and spend a lot of alone time with her. Sure, we haven’t done anything other than kiss and cuddle and you know what? I’m happy with it.I never thought I would ever have this. A beautiful woman by my side. The excitement of seeing her every day, even crawling into bed beside her just to hold her. Sophie is my person, and I know I am hers.This life with her is so simple, so easy, even though I know she thinks she is broken. She isn’t. She is strong and I know she will only get stronger.We have been in her apartment for three days and the sheriff did call in to see her. He knows we will take care of this, but he and his department always have our backs. The same as we have theirs. We may be a one per

Wild Child POV.After we ordered in and watched a horror, I took Sophie to bed. Today has taken it out of her. She is still healing and I know she is drained emotionally.I know she thinks she will get some kind of closure from her brother, but I don’t think she will. I did say she could speak to him and I will not break my word. Even if it doesn’t give her the answers she desperately wants and needs. I only hope that whatever Jared says to her doesn’t break her further.Sophie believes the boy she remembers is still deep inside of Jared. I’m not so sure. No matter if he was brainwashed by his father. I think he is a lost cause.Jared is not the same kid she knew back then when things were good. He is not like that anymore. No matter if it was his father’s doing or not. He should know the difference between right and wrong.Sophie and Jared are like chalk and cheese. She knows the difference, but Jared he doesn’t. He is unhinged. I mean god above. If the roles were reversed and I was

Sophie POV.I wake up and my head is pounding and I realise I’m in a van. I remember waking up to something being placed over my mouth and nose and feeling a weight pressed against my hips. Seeing those eyes of his made me scream.My father he fucking drugged me and abducted me. I lift my head and look at the front. I see one man driving. I look around and I’m the only one here with the driver. I look down and my ankles are bound and my wrists are bound in front of me. The driver hits a bump and I jolt, smacking my head against the metal floor. Asshole!“Damn roads. It’s like driving on the damn moon with all the holes.” He grumbles, well no shit sherlock, you try being tied up in the back and jumping each time you hit one.I bring my wrists to my mouth and chew and pull as we hit another bump and I stop and remain still when the van swerves and he cusses as he regains control of the van. The tyres squeal as he pulls up to a stop.“Mother fucker!” I hear the door open and slam shut. I