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

Dante POV.

My aunt? My aunty Vittoria, the same aunty that ran away over twenty years ago? No, I refuse to believe this. I look at Alonso.

“You were the man she ran from my family for?” I say to him as I step forward. He looks at me through is one good eye.

“Yes, but believe it or not, I loved her. I still do. But she had a belief that what I was doing to feed us, clothe us and to keep a roof over our heads was immoral and wrong.” I clench my fists, my teeth grind and feel like they will break.

“You trafficking women and girls is wrong and immoral. So tell me Alonso. Why go after me? We are family.” I say even though the words feel like acid on my tongue. I feel sick to think I am related to this fucker. My brain kicks in. That means Roman is my great nephew. Oh, this just keeps getting better and better.

“Because I couldn’t stand the thought of a Fanucci doing what I do, but legally, you made more money. It came easily to you. Not for me, I had to fight, steal, bribe to get where I am.” I laugh at him, I shake my head.

“Yeah, it landed you here, tortured within an inch of your life. You have been trafficking, and that goes against our laws. Not only did you get my aunt pregnant, you turned her son into what he is now. You are no father, you are not even human. You Alonso Ricci are nothing but a parasite, one that will be exterminated from this earth.” I say as I step back from him, but not before I spit in his face.

I need to speak to my grandfather. Vittoria is his daughter. I know he was searching for her and still is. This is going to gut him. She has been gone for that long. Now I learn she leads a team of mercs in Northern England. Where Luna and Roman have escaped to.

“Is she doing what you do?” I ask, not looking at him when I hear him gasp for breath. I look over my shoulder and see Rebel with a blood-soaked blade in her hand. I look from her hand to the gaping wound in his side.

“No, she doesn’t. Last I heard she is team DeAngelis. She hits the auctions and saves as many as she can. The women and men she saves become part of her community and they plan raids. She rules the North. No auctions can happen up there, but she travels all over the UK to shut them down. The men at her backs where given a choice. They die for their crimes or join her. I’m assuming some choose the latter. She also has the Daughters Of Chaos at her back.” I look at Rebel and she smirks. The Daughters Of Chaos? Who are they?

“The Daughters Of Chaos, run out of County Durham. I know this, because I know their pres.” Mischa pipes up. I look at Rebel and she looks at Mischa.

“Get in contact with them and tell them to prepare for a visit.” She says when she looks back at Alonso.

She walks to the wall and picks up a gun. She checks the magazine and snaps it back in and loads the gun. She walks forward. Her gun at her side.

“Alonso Ricci, Paddy Smyth. You are now sentenced for your involvement in human and sex trafficking. For your involvement in the deaths of Hatchet and Deanna Jackson. I have found you guilty of any and all crimes. May you rest in Hell.” She lifts the gun and points it at Paddy, who pisses himself and sobs like a baby. He is pleading with his eyes, but Rebel isn’t giving a shit as she squeezes the trigger. The bang echoes around the room as Paddy’s head falls forward when she turns the gun on Alonso.

Alonso is panting and shaking when she offers the gun to me. I look at her, then at it.

“For Vittoria, for your family, for all of this to end. Once he is dead, the free-for-all dies with him.” She says and I look at Mischa, who is holding her phone up. No doubt it will be loaded onto the dark web with a warning. I take the gun.

“Tell Vittoria I …” I don’t let him finish. I shoot him. The echo seems louder this time around. I watch his head fall. Dylan and Rebel both come to my side. I didn’t realise I was shaking, or that I had tears streaming down my face.

“Shhh, it’s ok, it’s done. It’s done,” Rebel says as Dylan takes the gun and she pulls me into a hug. I clutch her to me as I sob on her shoulder. Not because of what I have just done. But because now I can tell my grandfather where his daughter is and she can come home. But also because I have to kill her son.

I back up, but not before I kiss Rebel. Dylan has his hand on my back and I smile at him and kiss him, too. The moment is shattered when a phone rings.

“Da, Patch her through.” We all look at Mischa.

“Rebel, you are needed in the office, line one.” She says to Rebel and Rebel nods her head. She takes both me and Dylan by our hands and walks to a different door.