The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 10

Savage POV.

I didn’t go back to the clubhouse after leaving Angel’s house. I went to my house. The house no one other than my higher-ups have been to. I didn’t sleep last night thinking about Angel and what she said last night.

Yes, I was a fucking impatient asshole. I should have allowed her sometime to adjust and settle down, but like the moron I am. I decided it would be a good idea to allow my parents and some of the guys to meet my baby girl.

It was going well at first, then Angel erupted and so did Rebel. I knew then I fucked up massively. Even my mom and dad told me I did. But it wasn’t like I invited the whole damn MC.

It was only my higher ups and their ole ladies. Nothing big, nothing like what we do at the clubhouse. I wouldn’t allow that to happen at her home. But the guys were too excited to see her again and, of course, meeting my little Rebel was the icing on the cake. The drinks were flowing, and the food was delicious. But I knew Angel was tired and emotional.

So I tried to help her out, but that backfired and we went at it in the kitchen. Then again, in the garden. I climb out of bed as dawn breaks and head to the shower.

I need to be patient with her; I hurt her and she won’t let me forget that. I know I fucked up in the past, but I want to be there not just for Rebel but for her, too. In the club, even if you aren’t with the woman who is having your kid, you stand by them. But Angel isn’t part of the MC. No, she is the heir to the DeNucci family. The family her mom was from.

She may be a Moretti, but she was always different. She wasn’t a spoilt brat; she was generous, kind and beautiful, always smiling and happy. Since she ran away, we have looked for her and I found her again. She is more beautiful than she was three years ago.

I shut the shower off and get ready for the day. It is going to be hard to stay away, but I have to until she is ready. Heading to the kitchen checking my messages, I begin to make my coffee when my phone rings. I groan, seeing it is Antonio.

“You better get to Angel’s now. Unless you want to be disposing of a damn body!” he snaps at me before hanging up. I run for the door and jump on my bike. Peeling out of my drive away. Breaking the damn speed limit to get to my girls. They live fifteen minutes away. I got there within five.

Pulling up, I see Angel in her shorts and vest top glaring down at … Foxy? What the fuck is she doing here? How did she find out Angel was back and, more importantly, where she lives? Fuck!

I climb off the bike and grab Foxy by the arm, and pull her away. Listening to Angel tell her she could have me made me go stiff. Then Teagan came out with her gun in her hand. Telling me to get her away because she threatened her family.

I drag a screaming Foxy away, hearing the door slam shut. I turn my fury on Foxy.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” I scream at her and she blinks up at me, biting her bottom lip.

“How could you? I love you, Ryder. How could you bring that bitch back here?” she sobs and tries to hug me, but I step back and keep her at arm’s length.

“Listen to me Foxy. Angel is my woman. Her daughter is my child. You and I are nothing and we haven’t been for nearly three years since you lied and cheated on me. How did you find out she was back and, more importantly, where she lives? Have you lost your fucking mind?” I scream at her as she flinches, and I pinch the bridge of my nose.

“Blaze was talking this morning to Ice when I overheard their conversation. I asked Blaze, and he told me she was back with your kid.”

“How did you find out where she lives?” I ask her and she gulps, looking away. “Foxy!” I snap at her and she looks down, fidgeting with her fingers.

“I apologise for this morning. She followed me last night but didn’t know it was your home until she overheard Blaze talking to Ice.” She doesn’t say anything just sips her coffee. A giggle makes me look at Rebel, who is now squishing a strawberry between her fingers. I chuckle at her and she smiles big at me.

Angel grabs a wet wipe and attacks her hands and wipes her face, Rebel giggling like a villain trying to get away from the wipe.

“Ok, keep her away from us, please. I won’t be held responsible for my actions if Foxy starts any trouble. Rebel is my responsibility. Her safety is paramount. I hope you can understand that.” She whispers as she pulls a silly face at Rebel who laughs loud. Angel is a great mom. She is strong for doing this on her own. I can’t thank her enough for making me a father.

“I give you my word. I will keep her in check.” I tell her and she nods her head at me. She unclips Rebel and sets her on her feet as she toddles over to me, raising her arms up.

“Up, daddy up!” my heart sings and swells with pride and I look at Angel, who looks away to clean up the kitchen. I bend down and pick my little girl up with tears in my eyes.

She places a sloppy kiss on my cheek, and I chuckle.

“Yeah princess, I’m your daddy.” I hug her, her little arms around the back of my neck, and I breathe in her strawberry scent.

This day started off shit, but having my little girl in my arms calling me Daddy is the best gift in the world.

I only hope it remains this way. I will die for her, I will protect her with my all. The same as I would for her mommy. Both of them are mine and no one will ever hurt them.