The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 189

Sophie POV.

I wake up and my head is pounding and I realise I’m in a van. I remember waking up to something being placed over my mouth and nose and feeling a weight pressed against my hips. Seeing those eyes of his made me scream.

My father he fucking drugged me and abducted me. I lift my head and look at the front. I see one man driving. I look around and I’m the only one here with the driver. I look down and my ankles are bound and my wrists are bound in front of me. The driver hits a bump and I jolt, smacking my head against the metal floor. Asshole!

“Damn roads. It’s like driving on the damn moon with all the holes.” He grumbles, well no shit sherlock, you try being tied up in the back and jumping each time you hit one.

I bring my wrists to my mouth and chew and pull as we hit another bump and I stop and remain still when the van swerves and he cusses as he regains control of the van. The tyres squeal as he pulls up to a stop.

“Mother fucker!” I hear the door open and slam shut. I pull and chew again and wiggle my wrists. Slipping my wrists free as the binding snaps. I sit up and pull on the cable tie around my ankles. I pull with all my strength and it gives enough for me to get my foot out. I can hear raised voices outside.

“We need to find another route. One more bump like that the wheel will fall off.” The driver says and I hear my dad reply.

“Just drive slowly. She will still be asleep.” He says. Asshole. I look at the steering column and smirk. I crawl forward and lay flat again as the driver grumbles but gets back in the driver’s seat.

We move again, and I move slowly until I am behind his seat. I look and see his gun next to him. I smile as I reach up and he is focused on the road. I hold my breath as I snatch the gun and check it over. He turns the radio on and hums to the song.

I remove the clip and check. Full magazine. I slide it back in place, hearing the click. Ok Soph, it’s now or never.

I move slowly and stand behind him. I place the gun at the back of his head.

“What the fuck!” he shouts and I speak.

“Do exactly as I say, and I will let you live. Piss me off or let them know and I will kill you. So you going to listen to me?” I say and he nods his head and I smile.

“Good. Here’s what you will do. You will speed up and on the next exit, you take it. I want both of your hands on the wheel and your eyes forward. You do this and I promise I won’t kill you.” I say and he sighs.

“Ok, I will do this, but they will kill me either way.” He says, and I don’t feel sorry for him. He chose this life, but I didn’t.

“Well, maybe I should just kill you now then, save them a job.” I say, and he chuckles.

“I’ll play along,” he says, and I move to the front seat and place the gun against his temple.

“Why did they take me?” I ask him and he looks at me before he looks back at the road.

“The man you killed was related to someone powerful. But you, being a kid at the time, wouldn’t have known that. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” He says and I say nothing.