The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 193

Sophie POV.

I watch as Jared is walked out of the prison towards the awaiting SUV. He isn’t chained or cuffed. He limps along beside Nico. His eyes find mine and he smiles sadly and gives me a nod as he climbs in the back of the SUV.

Nico closes the door and walks to me. He gives me a hug.

“He will be ok. The offer will always stand. Any time you want to come and visit him, you can. I will let you know how he is doing. I know it will take time for you. Take it easy, sweetheart.” He whispers before he kisses my cheek, and he shakes hands with Harry before hugging him.

I didn’t even realise Harry was beside me. I just kept my eyes focused on the blacked-out windows of the SUV, and I know Jared is looking at me. I fight everything inside of me to not run and open the door and hug him.

I can’t. The wounds are still raw. They need to heal. Not just for me, but for him, too.

I love you. I mouth to him and I hope he does this for himself. I hope he finds his purpose and makes good choices. Nico climbs in the back of the same SUV and Jared waves at me and I bite my bottom lip and nod once as Nico closes the door and the SUV pulls away.

I walk slowly, watching as the SUV gets smaller and smaller until it disappears out of the compound gates and onto the road.

“Sophie, everything will be OK,” Harry says, wrapping me in his arms from behind. I don’t say anything afraid if I do I will cry. So I just nod my head.

“Son, let her have some space.” Rebel tells him and he kisses my head before he backs away. I turn and walk in the opposite direction. I need to be alone to process what Jared told me about our mom and what our dad did to her and him.

I’m glad he is dead. He was an evil, vile person. I understand why mom kept it hidden. No doubt he threatened her with her kids. But still it is fucked up.

I walk further around the compound just needing to clear my head. I look at the building not that far in front of me. I smirk to myself. I walk and pull the door open, and the smell of sweat and blood hits me.

I walk further inside and the place is empty. I look at the heavy bags hanging. The speed ball, the ring. The exercise equipment. I walk to the room where I know there are spare gloves and hand wraps.

I get to work wrapping my hands as I walk back inside the gym and over to the sound system. I turn it on and find a song I can get lost in.

I smile as I see one and I chuckle as I press play and the sound of Ozzy Osbourne, Crazy Train blurs through the speakers as I walk towards the heavy bag.

I punch to the beat before I move around and bring my knee up high and hard. Bouncing on the balls of my feet as I attack again and again. Not caring.