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

Luna POV.

That little bitch, who the fuck does she think she is? How dare she come back here and cause this chaos? It was easier when she was gone. Now she is back, and with two hotties. They should be mine.

I have always been attracted to Dylan, and I know he has been attracted to me. Now she rocks up claiming both him and a fucking mafia Don. Why? Why is fate so fucking cruel? Why can’t I just have what she does?

All mom and dad talk about is her. Rebel this, Rebel that. God, it’s infuriating. She should have died that night, but she didn’t. Hell, she should have died when she was sixteen after taking that laced coke, but noooo. Rebel still lives. But not for long.

I’m sick of coming second best to her, living in her fucking shadow. I have worked too hard for her to just waltz back into my family. She has always blamed me and RJ for taking our parents away from her. I smirk at that, because she isn’t wrong. I learnt from a young age how to get what I want. If she wanted something, I made sure I got it. Soon enough she was forgotten about and I was the princess of the family, not her, but me.

“What are we going to do now?” RJ, the simpleton he is, asks as we both walk out of the clubhouse and towards my car.

“We, what we? You had one job RJ, get the fucking title and you couldn’t even do that. Now it’s down to me to fix this mess.” I open the car door and climb in. You will never catch me riding on the back of one of those death traps. No thanks, bikers are only good for fucking and nothing more. I will not be an ole lady. It sickens me. But a Donna that I could do.

“Where are we going?” he asks as we leave the compound. I drive towards the only people who can help me with my little problem. The one man who hates my sister as much as I do.

Paddy Smyth.

I have been bringing him information for the last few years about the MC and the family. I know he is in with Alonso Ricci and he was a good friend with my great uncle Gianni. I never got to meet uncle Gianni, and no one talks about him. Not even nonno talks about him and he was his brother.

I know mom killed him because of that little bitch, so as the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Plus, I get whatever I want when I bring him information like his good girl. Yes, I have been fucking Paddy, Alonso, and Roman Alonso’s son. But who cares, because I don’t. I know what I’m doing and I am betraying my family, but they only have themselves to blame.

Always wanting to make things right with their precious Rebel. But it won’t matter because she will be dead and so will RJ. I will be the only one they see in the future. If not, I will kill them too.

I have had the urge to slit their throats when they slept, but I don’t want to dirty my hands with their blood. It’s bad enough that I have nanna and pop-pop’s blood on them as it is. Even so, they only gave a shit about Rebel.

“Shut up, RJ, or you can leave the car and walk back to the fucking clubhouse. I thought, this is what you wanted? To get rid of that bitch once and for all?” I say to him as I drive to the shittiest part of town.

“It is, but there has to be another way to do this,” he mumbles. I roll my eyes at him. He is weak, just like dad is. Just like pop-pop was.

“RJ, if you want something in this life, you have to take it by any means necessary. You want to be president, don’t you?” I coo at him. Yes, I’m gifted in manipulation.