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

Rebel POV.

Today is the day we say see ya later, not goodbye, because I know we will see them again. I woke up sandwiched between Dante and Dylan. We didn’t have sex last night. They both just held me as my heart broke.

I am at the clubhouse. There are thousands of people here. The whole town has come out to pay their respects to the former leaders of the Princes Of Darkness MC.

The compound grounds are full of bikers from other chapters. Even the mafia families are here. I see my nonna and nonno. I walk to them and they hug me tight.

“Piccolo Principessa.” (Little princess) My nonno says as he hugs me to him. I fight the sob that works its way up my throat. He kisses my head as he rubs my back.

“It’s ok, little one. We have missed you so much and we are so sorry.” He says, and I nod my head as I move away from his embrace. He is still strong for his age. I look at nonna and she pulls me to her to hug her again.

“We love you so much, Rebel. We are so sorry for everything. I want you to know we are here for you and we understand what you are feeling. When you are ready, you come and see us.” She kisses my cheeks and I nod my head as I make the rounds before we ride out.

We will do a ride through town, leading the procession towards the church and then back again to the clubhouse to celebrate their lives.

“Rebel.” I move to my mom and dad. I hug them both and squeeze them extra tight. I give all my family hugs and kisses. It’s crazy to think that I am so receptive to them even after they turned their backs on me. But I’m trying to be the bigger person.

I look around and see Luna and RJ. Yes; I have allowed them to come and say goodbye. Even though I know they would never give me the same courtesy if the roles were reversed. See trying. They will be taken back to their cells once the service is finished.

I have people watching them to see how they react to seeing the caskets of both our grandparents. I know RJ has been crying, but Luna, not a fucking tear. If anything, she looks smug.

“You ready?” my dad asks and I nod my head even though I’m not. I’m not ready at all. Nanna and pop-pop were amazing people. They helped raise me. They were the parents I didn’t have.

He takes my hand in his and gives it a squeeze. He kisses my mom and leads me to the front of the clubhouse steps. I look at the two bikes. I wipe my eyes as I look at them.

Pop-pop used to sit me in front when he rode it around the compound. I would wear my own little pink helmet. He wouldn’t go fast but to little me. It felt like I was flying. Then I look at nanna’s bike. I would ride around on it when I was old enough. She used to freak out, especially when she saw me doing tricks on it. I chuckle as I can picture her running after me, screaming at me to be careful.

I walk down the steps and the bikers all nod in respect. All wearing black with black bands on their upper arms. I’m no different. I’m wearing my Mother’s Revenge cut and dad is wearing his Princes Of Darkness cut.

I run my hand along my pop-pop’s Harley Davidson Fat Boy motorcycle. Then pat the handlebars as I move to nanna’s Kawasaki Ninja H2R. I straddle the bike and look at my dad. He nods at me as he straddles pop-pop’s.

“Start her up,” he says and I nod my head as I take a breath and start her up. She rumbles and I close my eyes and just feel her power. I hear my dad start up the Fat Boy, and it rumbles and purrs. Then the roar of bikes behind us all start up.

The revving of the throttles, the vibration through the ground. I look behind me and see our club behind the hearse, all waiting for us to go. I look at Dylan and he nods his head once as I face forward and look for Dante and see him standing there in his black suit next to his grandfather and sister. He winks at me and I smile slightly.

I rev the throttle a few times. I look at my family and they are all smiling at me. Pride and sadness are what I see from them.

There is a drone above us, recording this. I give the peace sign and lean forward on the tank and kick the stand up and dad and I both move slowly as we ride past everyone and down the driveway to the compound gates.

The roads have all been closed for the funeral. We stop and make a left onto a long stretch of road. The rest of the people will make their way to the church while we take nanna and pop-pop on their final journey through the town they protected and loved.

We keep a steady pace as we ride through the streets and people nod their heads in respect as all five hundred bikes ride past.

It’s humbling to think that so many people have come out to show their respect. We weren’t expecting this many bikers to attend, it just shows how much they were both loved and respected.

We gain speed as we hit the straight. I look at my dad and he looks at me. He has tears in his eyes and so do I. He mouths I love you and I mouth it back. We are joined by our grief. I know he loves me and I do love him. It is just hard. Once today is behind us, I want to be able to move forward with them.