The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 194

Sophie POV.

I need to feel something, anything. I kiss Harry with all abandon. I need him, no. I want him. I want him more than I have ever wanted anything in my life.

“Harry, take me home.” I break the kiss, panting. I wasn’t even this out of breath when I was sparring for hours, but this man right here makes it hard to breathe if I’m not with him. This kind of love that I feel for him is all-consuming.

“Baby, what’s …” I place my index finger to his lips, stopping him, my hips moving on their own accord as I feel him, every goddamn inch of him, through his shorts. My body seems to know what it is doing and what it wants, and right now, I want him.

“We don’t need to do this. It has been a stressful day. I don’t want you making the wrong decision.” He says and that right there is like being submerged in an ice bath.

I blink at him. Wait, doesn’t he want this too? Do he not feel the need I have for him? Because I can say his dick certainly is telling a different story. What the fuck am I doing? I scramble off him and away.

“I’m sorry.” I say as I roll out under the bottom rope and run out of the gym, ignoring him shouting me to stop and come back. God, I’m such a fucking idiot.

I run towards the clubhouse and inside. Ignoring everyone who is shouting after me. Run, run, run, hide, run, hide.

I run to the bedroom we have been sharing and grab my duffle bag and rip it open. But then stop. No, I won’t run again, I won’t fucking hide. I have been doing that all my goddamn life and enough is enough. I deserve to be happy. I deserve to be loved and Harry makes me feel loved, happy, safe. All of it.

I chuckle to myself as I pick up the bag and put it back. Instead, I grab my clean clothes and head to the bathroom. Before re-entering the bedroom and grabbing my phone. I put on some music as I peel the sweaty gym clothes off my body, nodding my head to Ram Jam Black Betty as I step under the hot stream of water.

I scream the lyrics and I sway my hips to the beat as I get washed and shampoo my hair. Washing all my insecurities down the drain and deciding to live in the moment.

When I’m done, I shut the shower off and get dried and dressed. I decide to leave my hair down and damp. I walk back into the main room of the clubhouse and everyone stops what they are doing and looks at me.

I lift my chin higher and walk to the bar. Harry isn’t here. He will come back when he has possibly finished kicking his own ass. But he is not the only one who read the situation wrong I did too. But you know what? I’m not going to sit and sulk or run away. The prospect places a bottle of Corona in front of me and I smile at him as I start drinking it.

This is my life now and I will live it to the fullest. The monsters of my past are where they should be. In the past. It’s time I let that shit go. I pick up a strand of my black hair and chuckle. Maybe it’s time to ditch the black and go back to my natural colour.

The natural red I was before I had to hide. Or should I stay the Sophie I am now? I guess I still have some shit to sort out in my head, but right now, I will explore this new version of myself.

I’m safe and that is what matters. Not everything else. I can be me again. I can be free. The options are endless for me right now.