All Chapters of The Biker’s Mafia Princess: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Rebel POV.I can do this. It is time he found out the truth. It is going to kill him, but it doesn’t matter. He will never see me as anything more than a friend.“Dyl, sit down for this. What I have to say is not going to be easy to hear.” I say as he looks at me with a frown on his face.“Did someone hurt you? Tell me Rebel, who hurt you?” he grabs my hands and I’m taken aback at that is what he would think.“No, nothing like that. Please, just sit down.” I say to him and I sigh as I move to the desk and take the chair, turning it around and straddle it so my chest is against the backrest. I look around the room and smile at how much it hasn’t really changed.“Ok, Rebel. I’m all ears.” He says, sitting on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, his legs apart, muscles relaxing. I look into his eyes and I know after today our friendship will be destroyed.“Dyl, there are things about me that you don’t know. I have kept them secret to …”“I know. We all know about you being a mem

Rebel POV.They both look at me with various degrees of shock on their faces. So I will take that as a yes.“You know him too.” Dante says, and I nod my head, yeah I do. But I only just found out his name.“The one I …” I bite my bottom lip as I look at him and he nods his head. I can’t really say much in front of his sister. Even though I have a feeling this somehow includes her.“How do you know him?” she asks me and I look at her. Christina is pretty. She has the same eyes and hair colour as her brother, but her features are more delicate. She looks like a doll. Perfect and pretty, just like how I used to be. I’m not jealous of her, far from it. I stopped being jealous of other kids the older I got. It just made me more bitter.“I killed him five years ago. I didn’t know his name back then. He pulled a gun on me. I pulled mine he died, I didn’t.” I tell her nonchalantly. She looks at me in shock as she looks at Dante and I do the same.“You didn’t kill him.” I narrow my eyes at him

Rebel POV.As soon as the words left my mom’s throat, I was up and running to grab my helmet and out in the lift to get to my bike to get to the compound. I needed to see that she was lying to me, that they were ok. No way in hell were my nanna and pop-pop dead. It wasn’t fucking possible. Right, right?I make it to the parking garage and run to my bike; I turn it on before I even climb on and I’m out of there heading to the Clubhouse compound. She is lying; she is lying. Is all I kept thinking as I dodged through traffic and riding at speed to get to them.But my heart is telling me something different, my vision blurs with the unshed tears. My gut twists and I know she isn’t lying. She wouldn’t pull something this sick just to get me back there to them. She wouldn’t dare. It would be too fucking cruel, but it would mean her death would come quicker.I pull into the compound and dismount, unaware that I was being followed. I climb off, rip the helmet from my head and throw it as I ru

Luna POV.That little bitch, who the fuck does she think she is? How dare she come back here and cause this chaos? It was easier when she was gone. Now she is back, and with two hotties. They should be mine.I have always been attracted to Dylan, and I know he has been attracted to me. Now she rocks up claiming both him and a fucking mafia Don. Why? Why is fate so fucking cruel? Why can’t I just have what she does?All mom and dad talk about is her. Rebel this, Rebel that. God, it’s infuriating. She should have died that night, but she didn’t. Hell, she should have died when she was sixteen after taking that laced coke, but noooo. Rebel still lives. But not for long.I’m sick of coming second best to her, living in her fucking shadow. I have worked too hard for her to just waltz back into my family. She has always blamed me and RJ for taking our parents away from her. I smirk at that, because she isn’t wrong. I learnt from a young age how to get what I want. If she wanted something, I

Scythe POV.I follow out behind everyone and into the bar of the clubhouse. I walk towards the bar and ask the prospect for a bottle of beer. It’s placed in front of me moments later.“So, you going to tell me about this relationship? Considering you were in a fucking dilemma before. And don’t lie to me, son.” I sigh as I look at my dad and he is looking at me.“Can we do this another time please, dad? I don’t want everyone to hear this. Just know it’s …”“Complicated, yeah, no shit. Look son, I don’t care if you’re gay, straight, bi, whatever. You are still my son and me. Your mom and little brother love you. No matter what.” He says as he squeezes my shoulder and I feel like crying. It is a massive weight that has just been lifted.In this MC lifestyle, it is frowned upon to be into anything but pussy. I was so scared to come out and tell anyone that I was into both men and women. It took Rebel to see it in me and she didn’t freak out. If anything, she encouraged me to be comfortabl