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

Luna POV.

When Roman said his mother could help us escape, I was expecting somewhere warm, with white sand beaches and a cocktail in my hand. Not this.

Not sitting in a cold country, that is dull and grey. I mean, are these people even English? I can’t understand what they are saying. When Roman came for me, we flew here to see his mom. They were her men he used to get us out, the same men who killed nanna and pop-pop, apparently. I only found that out when we boarded the private jet.

He told me we would be safe here, in this horrible country. If I had known, he would bring me here. I would have stayed with Rebel. Anything is better than here. Like seriously, is it ever sunny? No wonder everyone here is pale and grouchy. They need sun, not rain. That is all we have had since we landed here. Fucking rain and wind.

“Luna, my mom wants to see us now,” Roman says to me and I sit up and grab the hat and gloves and put them on. Even with the heating on, it’s still cold. Apparently this is this country’s summer. Seriously, it’s like the fucking arctic out there.

Men and women walk around this estate in summer clothes and shorts. How are they not cold? It’s 18 degrees. Whereas for me, I’m wrapped up like I’m planning a trek with some penguins.

Roman takes my gloved hand in his and pulls me towards the house his mother, Vittoria Fanucci, lives in. It’s nothing like what I’m used it. Mind you, all the houses in this estate are the same. It is in a shambles. But her house looks better than most.

I walk past two big men who are standing by the front door, in shorts and wife beaters. They both have shaved heads and bulging biceps. They don’t acknowledge me, just look at me with disdain. I’m not used to that look. Usually I have men falling at my feet.

We walk inside and into a living room. The TV is on. The room is small, two sofas, a coffee table, and rug. It is nice, but not as nice as my house back home.

We walk through and into the kitchen. It’s not that big, but it’s clean and there she is. His mother, Vittoria Fanucci, sitting at a kitchen table with a mug in front of her. She looks up and stands, smiling as she greets her baby boy. I smile at her, but that smile on her face leaves the moment she sees me.

Her long black hair is in a bun, her green eyes watching my every move, like a cat ready to pounce on a mouse. She is dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt.

“Son, how was your first night in your new home?” She asks. Her accent is mixed up part American, part British. She sounds funny.

“It was nice, mom. The jag lag is something we are both still getting used to.” He says, and she smiles and nods her head and takes his hand and they sit down and I stand waiting. I mean hello, I am here and I should be treated like the princess I am.

“No one will wait on you here, Luna. You are not a princess here, so sit ya ass down.” She says, and I narrow my eyes at her and sit down as I wrap my arms around my waist to keep warm.

This woman has to go. No one speaks to me like that and gets away with it. Who does she think she is talking to? I’m the princess of the Moretti family and the Princes Of Darkness MC. She needs to learn her fucking place.

“I know what you’re thinking, little girl. You are no one here. And from what I have learnt, you are no longer part of those families. You want to kill me, right? Try it. You will be dead before your head hits the table.” She says to me, taking a sip from the mug in front of her and I look at her in disbelief. How did she?

“I can read you like a book, girl. You are nothing special. I know you have your claws in my son. But here I’m in charge. So you will play by my rules or I will send you back to your sister in a tiny box. Do you understand me?” I blink at her, my hands tightening into fists.

She stands slowly and places her hands on top of the table and leans forward, keeping her eyes on me.

“I said. Do. You. Understand?” she says slowly and menacingly. I look at Roman and he is pleading me with his eyes. I fight an epic eye-roll and nod my head.

“Yes, I understand.” She smiles and sits back down.

“Good, down to business then. You are here because you used my men to kill your grandparents and to get away. Which, by the way, I never agreed to. And now you are seeking my protecting from not only the Moretti’s and Jacksons, but the Mother’s Revenge and every other family and MC known to man. Is that right?” she asks and I look at Roman when she snaps.

“DON’T LOOK AT MY SON, YOU USELESS, SPOILT LITTLE CUNT. LOOK AT ME WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU! YOU HAVE GOT HIM INVOLVED WITH THIS SHIT, JUST LIKE HIS FUCKING FATHER!” I jump up, not expecting her to shout like that at me.

“Yes, yes. I need your protection and so does he,” I say to her and she scoffs before she looks at another woman in the room, who steps forward and grabs my arm and drags me up.

“Mother, don’t do this. She is just tired and not used to this. Please!” he begs her, but she doesn’t look at him.