The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 18

Savage POV.

I’m riding through town when I see Gianni walking towards a tattoo shop. I signal and pull the bike up and turn it off before I climb off and lean against it, waiting for him to come back out.

The windows of the shop are tinted to give extra privacy, so I can’t see what he is doing. It’s strange because I know the Moretti’s have their own guys and ladies that they trust to tattoo them. So why is he here? Ok, I’m not saying he can’t go elsewhere for a tattoo, but this is strange.

Gianni and Marco came to town three weeks ago and I’ve been going out of my mind trying to find out why. Angel is still not responding to anyone or the texts I’ve sent her. I’ve even gone as far as climbing up the damn drain pipe to check in the windows at night to make sure my girls are ok.

It breaks my heart to see my Angel sobbing in her sleep, clutching her pillow in the fetal position. She is never going to be the same again, and I can feel her slipping from my grasp.

The bell above the door rings and I look up, but it isn’t Gianni that I see. “Angel.” I say as she looks at me, her upper arm wrapped in the second skin wrap.

I see the fresh artwork on her arm. It is a grey shaded piece of an angel with a rosary wrapped around praying hands that cover her mouth, and I look back at her. I move to check her over when a hand grabs my shoulder and I turn my head, seeing Marco smirk down at me.

“Marco.”

“Savage, mind telling me what you’re doing approaching my boss?” Boss? What the fuck?

“Marco, we have work to do.” Angel’s voice comes out, and he smirks at me before releasing me and walks to her standing beside her when Gianni walks out wiping his hands. I see the blood on his knuckles.

“Gianni, mind telling me what the fuck is going on and where is my fucking daughter?” I snap but I didn’t see it coming. Angel moves fast in front of me with a knife to my balls. I go still looking at her with wide eyes.

“My daughter is of no concern of yours. What we are doing is nothing to worry your pretty little head about.” She raises an amused eyebrow as she removes her knife, but is still watching me. My heart is racing as I take her in, and I’m aroused by what she has just done. This woman is not the same Angel.

“Always a pleasure Savage. Let’s move.” She winks at me and walks away. I go to grab her when a gun is pressed to my temple.

“Back up Savage.” Gianni’s voice is like ice, and I gulp slowing raising my hands as I watch her. This is not her. This is my fault.

“Gianni, leave him be. We have bigger things to do.” She says as he removes the gun and chuckles as I watch her walk away with Marco.

“You and your club fucked up. You better watch your backs.” He chuckles as he follows after his niece. FUCK! I turn and kick the trash can over and stalk to the tattoo shop and enter, seeing one of the artists with tissues hanging from up his nose. He has a black eye and what looks like a broken wrist.

“What the hell happened?” I ask, going to him when he moves away from me, terrified.

“Nothing I … I tripped, yeah I tripped. No big deal.” He is shaking, so I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. I give him my number and when he is ready to talk, to call me. I help him into a cab to get him to the hospital and mount my bike, heading to her house.