The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 19

Angel POV.

I stare him down from the head of his table, sitting in his chair, and I grin like the cat that’s got the damn cream. No, scratch that the cat that’s got the whole dairy farm.

“You wanna tell me why you are here? In my seat at my fucking table?” He sneers at me as his brother’s grumble in agreement. I laugh, thinking Savage reminds me of Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory ‘That’s my spot’. Quickly composing myself. I just stare at him when an old timer stands up, banging his hands on the table and I shift my icy gaze to him.

“No, bitch is allowed in here, in this room. It is for club fucking business and you are not part of this club. Plus, you are a woman and it’s forbidden!” he snaps and I laugh, swinging on the chair as I place my feet down and stand up with my hands planted firmly on the table.

“Thank you for stating the obvious. That I am a woman and I wouldn’t want to be a member of this shitty little club. You all know who I am. I am here because I can be and none of you can stop me. So sit the fuck down and shut up, otherwise you will be meeting the fucking reaper sooner than planned.” I stare the old goat down as he goes bright red and if he was a cartoon character steam would be coming out of his ears. He sits back down grumbling about the disrespect blah blah blah and I smirk.

I sit back down and place my clasped hands on top of the table. “Now, we are missing someone. Where is Hatchet?” I ask, looking at each of the angry men in front of me. They don’t fucking scare me. Some of the higher-ups are hiding their smiles as I look at them.

“I’m here. What is going on, Angel? Is Rebel ok?” I smile as I see him walking in with my uncles. My uncle’s glare at each man and I see them gulp as they both stand behind me with their hands clasped in front of them. Yeah, they know who they are. Good, this is good.

“I’m taking it that you all know what happened to me a while ago?” I ask, looking around the room before my eyes land on Savage and he looks down. I hate this but I can’t trust him to do the right thing, but he will do after I tell them what we found out. If not, then he would have doomed his club.

“I was …” A hand lands on my shoulder and I take a breath and place my hand over my uncle Gianni’s as he squeezes my shoulder, telling me he is there for me.

“I was kidnapped and raped. The men who raped me had no discerning marks apart from one who had a tattoo on his arm.” Marco slides the file across the table and Savage grabs it opening the file and his eyebrows furrow as his father looks from the picture and up to me as Savage hands the file to his men and I give them all time to see what is inside and each of them looks at me with sadness and some with rage in their eyes.

“I was raped by the Vipers MC. I believe their pres is your whore’s adopted father, yes?” I say, pointing at Savage and he nods his head. He goes to speak, to no doubt tell me she is nothing to him, but I stop him.

“Crusher was the one who kidnapped me with a message for you. I should have stayed away instead of returning with a brat in tow, that I am your weakness and no one messes with his family. So it would seem, gentlemen, I was raped because of his daughter. All because of you Savage.” I say my emotions are no more. They have been obliterated.

“That was why you were at the tattoo shop today?” He asks, and I roll my eyes and shake my head.

“No, well, yes, sort of. I was there for me. Uncle Gianni and Uncle Marco both helped me find out who that tattoo belonged to and where it was tattooed. It is safe to say that place is burning to the ground as we speak with some of the Viper’s members inside.” I laugh as Savage looks at me in shock, but it’s Hatchet that is grinning, nodding, folding his arms over his chest as murmurs ring out through the room. Hatchet knows what my family is capable of.

“So, why do you need us?” I look at Ripper and smile at him and he winks at me.

“Because you have the main reason for my rape right here in the club and I wouldn’t be surprised if she is reporting back to her daddy, of all your movements, deals, runs, your gun and drug trade. Which, as you know, Hatchet goes against what you and your little club has with my family. That no one is to be bought in without my father’s agreement,” I say and he stops nodding his head as he moves closer to the table and places his hands down.

The realisation on his face is as plain as day. The fact that if any of my family’s shipments are intercepted by another MC, then it is a war with my family.