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

Rebel POV.

I stand from my bar stool; I begin to dance as I make my way through the crowd. Esmee Denters Outta Here is playing. Whoever requested this is a fucking legend. I twirl, taking out the concealed blade that is strapped to the inside of my thigh. As I twirl again, I flick my wrist and it hits its target.

Raising my arms in the air, I move my hips as I dance towards James. I smirk, seeing he is dead. I walk away, still dancing. I don’t need to worry about my prints being on anything, as I have the latest tech on my fingertips that conceals them.

I smile as I dance some more. As I twirl, I bump into a hard chest. I stumble back and look up, ready to tell the dickhead to watch where they are going, only for the words to die in my throat. Dante Fanucci.

“Steady, I apologise. I wasn’t looking where I was going when you twirled into my path.” He says his voice is deep and smooth, his hands are on my waist and my ovaries jump. Yes, I know how drop dead gorgeous this man is. I’m a hot-blooded woman, after all. But then again, even a blind woman would know how gorgeous he is.

“No worries, no harm done. I should have checked before I twirled. Apology accepted.” I step out of his hold. His eyes leave my face for a moment as he looks up behind me and, no doubt, to the dead body sitting behind me. He looks back down at me and he smirks.

“Dance with me.” he pulls me closer, not letting me say no. Oh fuck.

I dance with him and he can move; he twirls me and my back is to his chest. He grinds on me and I grind back. This is wrong, but it’s just a dance. My heart is steady as I push back harder against his impressive length. His hand leaves my waist as it moves up my front over the valley of my breasts. His hot breath against my neck as his hand fans out over my throat. My breath hitches as he kisses the side of my neck.

“Tell me, what did he do to deserve to be killed in my club?” I chuckle as he squeezes my throat before he licks the side of my neck. Hot damn!

“I don’t know what you mean. I’m just here to have fun.” I say as we both move together to the beat. I’m drenched. I know it and I’m starting to think Dylan is right. I do need to get laid. But this man is my assignment. I can’t sleep with him. That would be extremely unprofessional.

He chuckles as he releases me, and I turn to look at him. He is watching me with a hunger I see in the eyes of all the men and women I have slept with.

“I beg to differ. I saw what you did, but I’m not bothered. If anything, I should be thanking you.” I watch him as he takes my hand and pulls me to a dark corner. I look around for Dylan and I know he is getting fucked in one of the back rooms here. So I can’t count on him for a quick escape, not that I need one. Out of the two of us right now. I am the more dangerous.

He slams my back into the wall and cages me in, his thigh pushed in between my legs and his arms cage me in against the wall.

“Now are you going to tell me why you are following me?” he asks as his nose runs up the side of my jaw to my ear. God damn it, this man is going to make me combust.

“I’m not following you. I don’t even know who you are.” I say and he chuckles as he moves back to look into my eyes.

“I don’t like it when people lie to me Rebel Carlotta Moretti-Jackson.” My eyes widen slightly and my breath leaves me with a whoosh. He chuckles as he reaches for my cheek. His finger tips move slowly down my cheek, his eyes dart from my eyes to my lips.

“If you know who I am, then you know why I’m here.” I say he bites his bottom lip as he looks into my eyes.

“That man was James Cooper. He was one of many sent to kill me. But none have gotten close, thanks to you. So, I know you are watching my back. You may have been watching me Rebel, but I have watched you,” he says, and I gaze up at him through my eyelashes. What can I say to that? He knows why I’m here.