The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 2

Rebel POV.

I walk to the head of the table. I run my fingers over the wood. I smile slightly. I used to run around this table when I was little, with pop-pop chasing behind me pretending to be the tickle monster. I smile at the memory.

I reach the president’s chair and wait for everyone to enter the room. Alessa, Dante, Dylan, Blaze, Ice, Ripper, my dad, my mom, Uncles Nate, and Nico, the members, and the crotch goblins.

I look at the two brats and sneer at them.

“Are you two even members yet?” I ask, looking at them, and RJ steps forward with a snarl on his face. I just watch him. He approaches the table and places his hands on top of it. Watching me, waiting for me to make a move. Yeah, I’m being petty, but who cares because I don’t. This is a show of power and I have it. He doesn’t.

“Rebel, please. They were our grandparents, too.” I just look at him when a bloody faced Luna steps up to her brother’s side. Her eye is turning a beautiful shade of purple, her nose is broken, a cut to her cheek and her hair is all over the place.

“Are you both members? Do either of you wear a patch? I don’t see one.” I make a face as RJ clenches his fists.

“No, then. You aren’t members, so there’s the door. Make sure you close it after you leave.” I say to them both and they are both upset, but I don’t care. I give a smug smile. Karma is a bitch, but she ain’t got shit on me. I’m the one she sends when shit needs doing.

“You don’t have a patch either, you aren’t a member. You should leave!” He spits and I smile at him before I chuckle.

“The firstborn has automatic right. Besides, I do have a patch. I’m a member of the Mother’s Revenge, so I outrank you both in every way. Also, I have just been voted in as your president. Not you, not him. Me! Leave now. This doesn’t concern you RJ. Oh and take the come bucket with you.” I say, looking at Luna. And she winces and I smirk at her. I know I can’t talk but I don’t hide it, she however, has been linked with many young president of other clubs. Something that daddy doesn’t know. Opps looks like I will let that slip.

I have kept tabs on them. You know, know your enemy.

“Rebel, she is your sister, and he is your brother. We are family.” My sperm donor states and I laugh.

“She is a glorified club whore, not here but within other clubs, and him, please he maybe your chosen heir, but he couldn’t catch a fucking cold let alone the title of president. As for family.” I make air quotes as I look at him. “You forgot about me a long time ago. The people who I consider family are there and lying dead in the clinic. So you Savage can go and fuck yourself. The only reason I am allowing you in on this meeting is because you are a member. Your crotch goblins are not. So they leave or I banish them. It’s that simple.” I say, staring him down.

He looks devastated, good he did this, not me. So fuck him and his feelings. He nods his head as he hangs his head. He takes the two of them out of the room and shuts the door as he comes to stand by my mom. The mighty Ryder Savage Jackson, pah, nothing mighty about him. He is weak, and he knows it.

“Right to business. Please take your seats.” I sit down. Blaze and Dylan to my right. Alessa, Dante, Ice, and Ripper to my left. The rest take seats where they can.

“Rebel, can you explain what you meant before? I apologise for the way your sister acted. You are my daughter and you do matter.” I roll my eyes and raise my hand to stop this fake sickening display from her.

“Enough, it’s gross. When you killed uncle Gianni, he didn’t tell you everything. He was working with someone else to take down the Moretti family.” I say to her and watch her face and she listens.

“This man has taken out hits on Rebel and Don Dante. Allegations were made about Dante, which I disproved. So I sent Rebel to protect him. Her contract went live last night after she was seen with him. The man Rebel shot five years ago. His father works for the man who is responsible for both contracts. He was also involved with Gianni,” Alessa tells them. I just sit back and listen. I can’t be bothered to explain it all, so she can.

“What is the name of the man involved?” My dad asks and I look at him, before I look at mom.

“Alonso Ricci. His dogs are the Smyth family. The man I shot was Billy Smyth, Paddy’s son.” My mom looks at me in shock, but I hold her gaze as a tear falls from her eyes. Now she gets it.