The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

Angel POV.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

We have been watching the little town that the Vipers run. We have been waiting for the Princes Of Darkness to make their play. I know I said they would die, but I was angry. Uncle Gianni spoke to me and talked me down. He contacted my momma, and I apologised for

what was said at the moment. She did too for the slap, but if I'm being honest, I needed it.

So she agreed with my daddy to let me run this. I ran the plan past them both and the other heads. They agreed to me making the false advertisement to draw the Vipers out. Momma told me that Savage would retaliate by making a statement.

So we have waited and watched. We had cameras set up secretly in the town and we aren't that far away. When Savage and his men arrived, I watched as they all cased the town trying to gain information. Then I watched as they torched the businesses and the clubhouse. I did smirk at that.

He is doing what he promised, but still, it will be me who takes the Vipers down. When we saw the buildings burning. I knew the Vipers would come. So we headed out just at the exact moment some of the Vipers arrived.

I had the tactical team move, staking the town out from a secure location, and told them to move out. We arrived, and I wasn't expecting to see one of the men who raped me. It doesn't matter he met his end as well as the VP did. Now here we are driving to the Princes Of Darkness's compound with my prisoners.

"Simon, keep an eye on that video. Did y'all take their phones?" I ask as Simon looks at me with mock hurt.

"How dare you think I would not do that? You wound me Angel." He says, stabbing an imaginary knife into his chest as he hands me one of the phones. I chuckle and kiss him on the cheek. He has already unlocked the phone and I'm scrolling through everything. "Well, we have his number. Maybe I should give him a little call?" I say and uncle G chuckles.

"Wait until you get to the compound, then call. Let the members hear this conversation. We can then pinpoint the location and go knock on their door with a welcome basket." He says as he checks his gun, like this is an everyday occurrence, which I suppose it is. The life of the mafia is all about being ready to instil fear, loyalty, but most importantly, to protect the family.

My phone rings and I answer it.

"Angel, you did well. But please don't let this destroy you. Don't let it take over. Deep down, you are still in there. Don't lose your focus." I listen to her and I smile slightly. I know who I am. The old Angel is still there. I could have easily killed them all tonight, but I didn't. I made a point.

I took out the VP and one of the scumbags who raped me. But once this is over, then I can go back to being me. My daughter will be safe and Savage? Well, I don't know; he has hurt me more than anyone ever has. I just hope this wakes him up, and he becomes the man, the father Rebel needs.

We are approaching the compound as I end the call with my momma as the SUV comes to a stop, with the van with my prisoners behind us. I climb down from the SUV and wait for my men to get the prisoners out of the van.

The members of the MC are all waiting as Savage walks to the side of me. He looks at me and I look at him. He gives me a nod and I look towards Alpha 1 and nod my head at him as he and his men open the sliding van door and they pull out the three prisoners. The members of the MC all walk forward, anger written on their faces.

"STOP!" Savage says and they all stop in their tracks. Fists clenched at their sides. Savage places his hand on my lower back and the heat of his palm sends a jolt of fire up my spine, making me tingle. But I move away.

"Take them to the cells." He says and I smile at each of them as they are led past me. Their heads are bowed as they walk to their doom. I go to follow when Savage grabs my arm, stopping me in my tracks.

"We need to talk." He says and I take a steady breath in and turn my head to look at him, then I look at my arm and he removes his hand.

"Ok, we will talk." I say to him, which is more than he deserves, but I'm not stupid. do need his help. Well, not with this, but I have to work with him for Rebel. That sweet, innocent little girl. He looks relieved. He needs to prove he can be the father she deserves. With all of this, have lost sight of what is important: that is our daughter.

"Well, show me the way to the cells. I'm itching to get started." I say and he looks at me, trying to strip me bare with his eyes. For me to bare my soul to him, this man is my weakness. I can't allow it to happen. "Follow me," he says, smirking, cocky bastard.

I follow behind him into the clubhouse as he rounds the corner and comes to a door that is opened.

"We used to have the holding cells

elsewhere on the property. We decided it was best to move the cells here under the clubhouse." He says as follow him down the steps. The smell of earth, blood, and mould whip around me. I don't gag, but I

really want to.

I walk past some of his members and they nod at us and I walk into a room and see the three men being stripped down to their underwear and cuffed to the ceiling. I take in the room and see tools; I know what they are used for. I'm not naïve. "Welcome to your new home, boys. I highly doubt any of you will get out of here alive. So if you play nice, I will make it quick. But for now, rest. Tomorrow we will play." I say and they look at me with fear. Ahhh, there it is.

I turn and walk back out and into the clubhouse. Walking through the hallway, I turn and enter the main room. My heels clicking against the hardwood floor. I walk towards the door of the clubhouse.

"Angel, wait." I stop and turn and see him standing there in all his alpha maleness. Damn him and damn my ovaries. He is good-looking. He has that rugged look to him. His blonde hair is in a man bun, the scruff on his face and delectable tattoos on his throat, the tight black t-shirt stretched over his muscular chest and his arms bulge as he crosses his arms over his chest, his legs are hugged in black jeans. But it's those damn baby blue eyes that make me shiver. I gulp as I look at him.

"We need to talk, remember?" He says, tilting his head to the damn side as he watches me. My heart is beating erratically in my chest and my ovaries are playing jump rope with my fallopian tubes. Fuck! Is it hot in here? It is definitely hot. "Right, ok. Let's get this over with." I turn and take a breath as he chuckles, and it rumbles through me. Damn him and my horny state. I'm confused. I shouldn't be feeling this way about him, especially after everything. What is wrong with me?

I walk to the bar and smile at one of the prospects.

"Hey, what's your name?" I ask him, hearing Savage growl behind me. The heat of him engulfs me, and I ignore his presence as much as humanly possible.

"Hound. What can I get you, miss Moretti?" he asks, and I raise an eyebrow at him and chuckle as I sit down on the bar stool.

"A Bud please Hound. So now I know who it was watching me during the day. Nice to meet you and please call me Angel." I say as I hold my hand out to him. He looks from me to Savage and I chuckle, and he gulps and just nods his head once. Two bottles are placed down in front of me as I turn and come face to chest with Savage.

I look around him and see my men sitting with the MC and relaxing. May as well get this over with.

"Come on." Savage backs up and I climb down and walk ahead of him to a table that isn't occupied and sit down waiting for him to do the same, and he does.

"What do you want to talk about?" I ask him and he looks at me and opens his mouth. Here goes nothing.