The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

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 none of you can stop me. So sit the fuck down and shut up, otherwise you will be meeting the fucking reaper sooner than planned." I stare the old goat down as he goes bright red and if he was a cartoon character steam would be coming out of his ears. He sits back down grumbling about the disrespect blah blah blah and I smirk.

I sit back down and place my clasped hands on top of the table. "Now, we are missing someone. Where is Hatchet?" I ask, looking at each of the angry men in front of me. They don't fucking scare me. Some of the higher-ups are hiding their smiles as I look at them. "I'm here. What is going on, Angel? Is Rebel ok?" I smile as I see him walking in with my uncles. My uncle's glare at each man and I see them gulp as they both stand behind me with their hands clasped in front of them. Yeah, they know who they are. Good, this is good. "I'm taking it that you all know what happened to me a while ago?" I ask, looking around the room before my eyes land on Savage and he looks down. I hate this but I can't trust him to do the right thing, but he will do after I tell them what we found out. If not, then he would have doomed his club.

"I was ..." A hand lands on my shoulder and I take a breath and place my hand over my uncle Gianni's as he squeezes my shoulder, telling me he is there for me.

"I was kidnapped and raped. The men who raped me had no discerning marks apart from one who had a tattoo on his arm." Marco slides the file across the table and Savage grabs it opening the file and his eyebrows furrow as his father looks from the picture and up to me as Savage hands the file to his men and I give them all time to see what is inside and each of them looks at me with sadness and some with rage in their eyes.

"I was raped by the Vipers MC. I believe their pres is your whore's adopted father, yes?" I say, pointing at Savage and he nods his head. He goes to speak, to no doubt tell me she is nothing to him, but I stop him.

"Crusher was the one who kidnapped me with a message for you. I should have stayed away instead of returning with a brat in tow, that I am your weakness and no one messes with his family. So it would seem, gentlemen, I was raped because of his daughter. All because of you Savage." I say my emotions are no more. They have been obliterated.

"That was why you were at the tattoo shop today?" He asks, and I roll my eyes and shake my head.

"No, well, yes, sort of. I was there for me. Uncle Gianni and Uncle Marco both helped me find out who that tattoo belonged to and where it was tattooed. It is safe to say that place is burning to the ground as we speak with some of the Viper's members inside." I laugh as Savage looks at me in shock, but it's Hatchet that is grinning, nodding, folding his arms over his chest as murmurs ring out through the room. Hatchet knows what my family is capable of.

"So, why do you need us?" I look at Ripper and smile at him and he winks at me.

"Because you have the main reason for my rape right here in the club and I wouldn't be surprised if she is reporting back to her daddy, of all your movements, deals, runs, your gun and drug trade. Which, as you know, Hatchet goes against what you and your little club has with my family. That no one is to be bought in without my father's agreement," I say and he stops nodding his head as he moves closer to the table and places his hands down.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The realisation on his face is as plain as day. The fact that if any of my family's shipments are intercepted by another MC, then it is a war with my family.

"No member would open their mouths to the club whores ..."

"But she isn't, is she? She is the adopted daughter of Crusher and she is a snake by nature. So I wouldn't be surprised if she is getting information from the very men in this room who she eagerly services. Then running straight back to Daddy. There was something

my

momma told me many years ago. Something she learnt when she was still an agent. That when men are happy, they spill their deepest, darkest secrets. So who is to say that none of you in this room have let things slip, maybe not directly to her but one of the whores who are loyal to her?" I say, watching each of them looking shifty.

Uncle Gianni chuckles as he leans down and kisses my cheek. "You are so like your mother it's damn scary." I fight the smile as I watch each man in this room.

"So, what do you want to do? A tattoo doesn't mean it was Foxy's doing?" my head snaps to Savage. Is he for real? Gianni growls at his stupidity. Wow, he must really have some lingering feelings for her if he is this delusional.

I click my fingers and Marco produces a picture of Crusher at the store that day and him carrying me unconscious in his arms. Aunt Rosena found this after she managed to recover the deleted footage. The person who deleted it well has since been deleted, so to speak. I've been a busy bee these past few weeks.

"You tell me Savage. Is that Crusher?" I ask as Marco walks to him with the phone and the men all get up on their feet and Blaze is the first to look at me and he nods his head.

"It is, I'm sorry Angel. Pres you can't deny that. That is Crusher." He says and I release a breath I was holding. I knew Savage would try to deny it was him. I shake my head as I stand.

"What do you need, Angel? Tell me and I'll make sure it happens?" Hatchet says as he looks at me, but Savage growls at his father but Hatchet ignores it.

"You all do nothing. You let me do what is needed. Foxy is to be none the wiser about this. I want her to keep thinking she is untouchable. So you Savage will play along. You will get close to her. Hell, even sleep with her. I'm not bothered but keep her sweet. I want her to fuck up so badly that when I take her father and his damn MC out, I want to see the light leave her eyes by my hands." His eyes go wide and he shakes his head.

"Have you lost your ever loving mind? I won't do it. I haven't touched her or anyone in three fucking years, Angel, and I won't start now." I snap and slam my knife into the mahogany table. That has a winged devil riding a Harley carved into it.

"You will fucking do this. You brought me and my daughter here. Put us both in fucking danger because you fucked the wrong bitch! Or shall I kill you now?" I say as I reach around and pull out my gun and place it on the table.

"I was raped because of you! I could have lost my daughter because of you and your inability to see the fucking truth. You only thought about getting your dick wet and nearly got me fucking killed! So test me Savage, I fucking dare you! You never gave a shit about me and believed her bullshit blindly before you fucked her in front of me. You claimed her and now you will pay the damn piper!" my voice breaks but I fight the tears back as I stare him down.

"We will do what you need us to, Angel. I may no longer be the president of this club but I promise they will follow your orders," Hatchet says and I pull my gun back and tuck it back into the waistband of my jeans as I rip the knife out of the table.

"I have a question. How is it that The Vipers don't know who you are? I mean, everyone in our worlds know of your family?" I sigh at the question from one of the men as Uncle Gianni steps forward.

"Because after the incident with

Alejandro when Angel and Nate were six years old. My brother and sister-in-law kept their kids out of the public eye. They were home-schooled and only those that are loyal to my family knew of the kids. The Vipers are not our allies and never have been. That is why they didn't know who she was, but Foxy does. That doesn't mean her daddy does, though. Even though I can say that the Vipers know who the Moretti's are, but that shouldn't matter. What they did was fucking wrong, and they kidnapped and raped a woman because of Foxy. It makes me wonder how many more this has happened to because of that crazy jealous cunt?" He makes a damn good point. This is why I called him and uncle Marco.

"You have shit in your eyes, Savage. Foxy threatened my family. And you are sitting on the sidelines and too much of a damn pussy to see the

truth in front of you. You nét

even be president. You're not

fucking worthy of your men, my niece, or your daughter. You will do what Angel is telling you or you will risk the wrath of the Moretti's now that Angel has claimed her place as the heir to the DeNucci family." I lift my head higher and nod my head to Marco as I walk out of the room with my uncles behind me.

The ball is now in his court. Time will tell if he does what is right.