The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 15

Angel POV.

With the help of my momma and the nurse, they help me out of bed so I can get to the bathroom. I stand looking at myself in the mirror and feel nothing but disgust.

My face is black and swollen, my eyes resemble a panda. The whites of my eyes are blood red, bruises around my throat. Bruising down my collarbone and ribs. Teeth marks on my breasts and red marks mar my abdomen from where they cut me. My thighs are bruised and swollen. I don’t need to know the state down there because I know. I can feel them still and I move to the toilet and vomit, taking a deep breath well as deep as I can.

I move back to the mirror and sigh. My hair is matted, and I have dried blood on my skin. I have a support bandage on my nose from where it was broken and then re-set. I look like I’ve been hit by a truck. But I survived, well, sort of. I know I will never be the same again.

“Angel, come on, sweetie. Let’s get you cleaned up.” My momma says from behind me and I scoff. She helps me into the shower and shampoos my hair and helps get me washed. I sit there in the chair, feeling nothing but shame. I feel so helpless that I can’t do simple tasks without her help. I watch as the clotted blood flows down the drain and the dirt leaves my body.

Once I have been showered, she helps me get dressed in baggy sweats and zip up hoodie. She brushes and braids my hair and puts the hood up. I pull it down so it obscures part of my face. She helps me brush my teeth and I wince as the split on my lip opens again. Once I’m done and I feel slightly better, she helps me shuffle back to the bed and sit down as she finishes packing up my things.

The doctor told me this morning what they found. Mom said I didn’t need to know, but I did. I needed to know the damage they inflicted on me because of him. I wasn’t shocked to hear it. But what I was glad about was the fact all the screening tests had come back clear. At least I don’t have any nasty skanky ass diseases from them.

They did pull DNA, but they haven’t been able to find a match for any of them. I don’t need their DNA. I will find them. They violated me, beat me, then left me for dead. I will show them no mercy.

I am being discharged today, much to the protests of my momma and the doctor. But tough I just want to go home, to my house, my daughter, and my boy. I will be fine in the house. I just want to hold my daughter and sleep with her in my arms.

“Come on baby girl, let’s get you home,” my momma says as she helps me to the door. I shuffle forward with her help. I refused to go in a damn wheelchair. I need to be strong and I will be.

I’m panting by the time we reach the elevator. Leaning against the wall. My momma carries my bag. My father has been to see me but hasn’t wanted to touch me knowing how I reacted to my twin brother. I know he is doing all he can to find them. I haven’t spoken about Savage and when my momma brings him up; I shut down. I want nothing to do with him.

When we reach the underground parking lot. She helps me towards her car. I climb in, groaning and sweating as I grit my teeth as I pull myself up and into the SUV.

We drive in silence as she heads away from the hospital towards my house. I hear the rumble of bikes and I know it’s him and his MC. I watch as a bike drives past and moves in front of the SUV, escorting us to my house.

“Momma, get away from them, please. I don’t want to see them.” I say to her and she sighs then steps on it.

“Hold on.” She says as she drives around the bike at speed and turns off and guns it, taking different turns and losses them pulling up at the house. The door opens, and she helps me out.

I shuffle up the path as the front door opens, and my daddy stands there with my brothers.

“Mommy, mommy.” I smile as tears leave my eyes as Rebel reaches for me.

“Easy little one. Let mommy sit down first, ok?” my dad says to her, and she nods her head, clinging to him and looking at me in shock.

“It’s ok baby girl. Mommy is ok,” I say as my voice breaks as my momma helps me sit down and he places Rebel on her feet and she runs to me. Momma catches her before she can launch at me.

“Easy Rebel. Mommy is sore ok. You have to be gentle, just like we talked about. Can you do that? Can you be gentle with mommy?” She asks her and Rebel nods her head as mom sits down with her and I open my arms for her and she gently crawls onto my lap and I hold her to my chest. I sob and kiss her head.

“I missed you. I love you so much, Rebel. Mommy is here.” I say as she sobs quietly and we both stay like that as I reassure my daughter that I’m ok and that I’m not going to leave her again.

After some time, she falls asleep. A drink is placed in front of me with my pain meds and I take them. Settling back down, I sleep with my daughter on my chest.