All Chapters of The Biker’s Mafia Princess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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.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.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

Angel POV.For weeks, we have been holed up in the house. Everyday someone comes calling but I ignore the door. The only time I open it is for the grocery delivery. I spiralled into depression but would only break when Rebel was asleep at night. I would sob in the shower, not wanting her to hear me.Every day, we play different games and watch a shit tonne of Disney movies. We both sing and laugh until the night seeps in and I break down again in a vicious cycle of pain and anger. The feeling of being useless, weak, how they laughed at my futile attempt to get away from them.I know the ladies of the MC have been knocking because I check the camera on the front door. I know Savage watches the house of a night and he has one of his men watching during the day. I don’t acknowledge any of them.I was still healing mentally, physically, and emotionally. But I woke up this morning and had enough of this wallowing. Today we are in the back garden and it’s a nice sunny morning, so we are in

Angel POV.I stare him down from the head of his table, sitting in his chair, and I grin like the cat that’s got the damn cream. No, scratch that the cat that’s got the whole dairy farm.“You wanna tell me why you are here? In my seat at my fucking table?” He sneers at me as his brother’s grumble in agreement. I laugh, thinking Savage reminds me of Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory ‘That’s my spot’. Quickly composing myself. I just stare at him when an old timer stands up, banging his hands on the table and I shift my icy gaze to him.“No, bitch is allowed in here, in this room. It is for club fucking business and you are not part of this club. Plus, you are a woman and it’s forbidden!” he snaps and I laugh, swinging on the chair as I place my feet down and stand up with my hands planted firmly on the table.“Thank you for stating the obvious. That I am a woman and I wouldn’t want to be a member of this shitty little club. You all know who I am. I am here because I can be and no