The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 11

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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 god for mom she had to rein him in. Telling him I was capable of protecting myself and his grandbaby without him calling in the troops.

Eventually, he relented and only sent one of his men. Marco’s son. Vinnie. He is a good guy and one of my best friends. So when he arrived before my parent’s left I was happy. We both cried and have caught up with each other.

He is engaged to a lovely woman called Emma, and she is coming today. I hope we can be friends. It has been hard being here. Having to start over again. I’m still getting used to it.

Coral arrived with Dylan, and Blaze was over the moon. He hasn’t left her side. I haven’t seen that much of her but it’s ok. She is happy and Dylan and her are safe. That is all that matters.

So here we are doing the grocery shopping before Rebel sees Savage later on today. He has been coming over every day to see her. I gave up trying to implement a schedule as he said; she is his daughter, and he is catching up on the lost time he didn’t have with her. Who am I to argue with that? He helps with bath times and reads her stories. It hurts my heart that I was so selfish to keep them apart and something I will always regret.

“Soooo, shall we have oatmeal or Frosties?” I look up at the cereal and reach for the oatmeal and drop it in the cart and move to the next section. Hearing a giggle, I ignore it as I get on with the shopping as Rebel kicks her legs, eating her fruity snack as we get the chore done.

“Oh hey, Angel.” I stop and look up and see Deanna walking towards me. But it isn’t her I’m looking at it’s Foxy behind her as well as some of the other women.

“Hey Deanna. How’s y’all doing?” I ask as I grab the bag of chips and place them in the cart as she smiles and kisses Rebel on her head. She and Hatchet have been to see her often and they are building a relationship with their granddaughter.

I sat down with both of them and they told me they didn’t blame me for running away. They both kicked Savage’s ass when they found out what had happened. Hatchet even threatened to kick him out of the club, but Deanna intervened, but it took a while for either of them to forgive him for what happened.

“Nana.” Rebel says, but my eyes are fixed on Foxy, who is looking nervous. Good, the bitch is learning her place.

“Yes, sweetie. You being a good girl for your mommy?” She coos at her as the other women coo at her too. Rebel is eating it all up.

“Yeah, she is being a great help.” I say with a chuckle, and Deanna smiles.

“Oh, I don’t know if Ryder has mentioned it to you. Sunday we are having the family fun day. I know you said you don’t want our little Rebel around the clubhouse, and I understand. This is the family get together. There will be none of that stuff happening with the kids around.” Her words make me blink. No, he didn’t mention that, but I don’t blame him, though. I made it clear Rebel was not to be around the clubhouse.

“I will let him know if we can attend.” I say to her when Foxy scoffs, and I turn my head to her again. My eyes burning a hole through her head. The bitch is walking on thin fucking ice.

“Oh please, you think you are better than us? Just because you are a mafia princess.” Deanna moves in front of me and folds her arms over her chest. The other ole ladies doing the same thing, showing a clear divide in their loyalty.

“Watch your mouth Foxy, or I will make your life a living hell. She is more welcome than you are. So shut your mouth or I will shut it permanently for you. Anyway, why are you hanging round us like a bad smell? You are nothing but a whore, not an ole lady. So go on, git!” she shoos her away. The other women all giggle watching her lay down the law.