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

Scythe POV.

I follow out behind everyone and into the bar of the clubhouse. I walk towards the bar and ask the prospect for a bottle of beer. It’s placed in front of me moments later.

“So, you going to tell me about this relationship? Considering you were in a fucking dilemma before. And don’t lie to me, son.” I sigh as I look at my dad and he is looking at me.

“Can we do this another time please, dad? I don’t want everyone to hear this. Just know it’s …”

“Complicated, yeah, no shit. Look son, I don’t care if you’re gay, straight, bi, whatever. You are still my son and me. Your mom and little brother love you. No matter what.” He says as he squeezes my shoulder and I feel like crying. It is a massive weight that has just been lifted.

In this MC lifestyle, it is frowned upon to be into anything but pussy. I was so scared to come out and tell anyone that I was into both men and women. It took Rebel to see it in me and she didn’t freak out. If anything, she encouraged me to be comfortable in my own skin. That is why I love her. I know I told her to never show her face here again, but I was hurt that she was in a relationship with some other guy.

“So, this Dante guy he is the same as you then? Do you …” I can see he is embarrassed to ask and I chuckle as I swig my beer. I nod my head.

“Yeah, he is. It has to be hard for him, too. Let’s face it dad it is not easy growing up in either of these lives. When certain things are expected of us. How we act, dress, speak, look. We are big, burly fucking bikers. Same as the mafia are the same. It is hard being anything other than straight. If I had known y’all would be cool with my lifestyle, then I would have told y’all sooner.” I tell him and he just watches me and listens to what I have to say. He is a great guy and I couldn’t ask for any other man to raise me. I know it must be hard for him.

“I was planning on going nomad.” I tell him and he blinks in shock at what I’ve just told him. Nomads don’t belong to a club. They are lone riders just travelling the roads and helping where they can. Kind of like rogue wolves, no pack, no family.

“Because of Rebel? Or because of you being bisexual?” he says and I nod my head and he sighs.

“You do know she would have found you and kicked your ass seven ways to Sunday, right? If she didn’t, I would have,” he says and I nod my head. Of course she would have, so would he, but at least I wouldn’t have to see her be all lovey-dovey with someone who wasn’t me, but now. Thanks to Dante, he has just thrown a spanner into the works. I need to speak to them both alone to figure this shit out.

Yes, I kissed her. I don’t know what came over me. When Dante kissed her and smiled at me, it was like he was giving me the nod to come and claim her, and I did. I was more shocked that she didn’t pull away; she deepened the kiss and if there were no other people around, I can bet you now all three of us would have ended up fucking in the middle of the room.

“I know, but if it meant her being happy, I was cool with it. Dad, don’t forget everything she has been through. The lines started to blur, I thought it was for the best.”

“What was?” I look over my shoulder and see Dante watching me. He walks towards us and sits next to me.

“Hello, sir. We haven’t been formally introduced. I’m Dante, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” he holds his hand out to my dad and my dad shakes his hand.

“Nice to meet you. Dylan, I will let you two talk. Come and find me later. We love you, son. Never forget that.” He pats my shoulder and leaves me with Dante.

“He is very supportive and understanding to you. It’s nice to see. Not everyone has that kind of understanding.” He says, and I know this must be difficult for him. After all, not everyone would understand. You can’t help what you are.

“Look, I’m sorry for putting you both in this situation. But you wouldn’t have made that move if you weren’t into the idea of us both sharing the same woman,” he says, and I look around to make sure no one is listening to this conversation. I look at the prospect and nod my head and he hands us two beers. Dante thanks him and we click bottles.

“Follow me. We need to have this conversation in private.” I say to him and we both stand and he follows behind me to a quieter part of the clubhouse. Some of the members smile and nod their heads in silent acknowledgement.

“Ok, look, I don’t know how this is going to work. We need to speak to Rebel about this. You just threw us together without speaking to either of us. I don’t know if you know this, but Rebel is not the one who takes shit lying down.” He smirks at me and I groan. Ok, wrong choice of words.