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

Dante POV.

What was I thinking? I just fucked her like a whore, when she was anything but. But she got under my skin with her observation of me. Yes, it was cruel to walk away the way I did, but she got under my skin.

She has been doing that since I first laid eyes on her when she was working in that diner, five years ago.

I knew who she was. I could tell she was hurting, and I wanted to make it better for her. So I started going to the diner to see her, just a normal customer. We would talk, make polite conversation. She would smile, but I could see the pain in her eyes. It made my heart bleed for her. Such a beautiful woman with so much pain in her soul.

She doesn’t recognise me, especially when I don’t look like I did back then. It hurts that she doesn’t and won’t remember me. What did I expect? She has travelled all over the world and seen countless faces. Of course, she wouldn’t recognise me. All I was trying to do was watch out for her. The sad, lonely girl who you could tell was fighting her demons.

I know how hard it is to come from a well-known family, to not feel noticed. So it’s no wonder she got in with the wrong crowd when she was a teenager. I love her and I have from a far.

When Alessa came to me and told me there was a hit out on me, I didn’t know she would send Rebel to protect me. Not that I need it. She thinks she is the shark in this little pond, but she is wrong. I am.

Those that wanted me dead wouldn’t have gotten close even if she wasn’t protecting me. I know she has been following me for months and has been in my homes and all my businesses, keeping tabs on me. But tonight, when she ended up in my path, I had no intentions of getting in her way, or letting on that I knew who she was and why she was there. But things happened and that part of me wanted to see how far she would go. I’m a fucking idiot.

My driver drives through the city towards my penthouse apartment. I can’t get the look of hurt out of my head. The way she looked at me when I walked away. The words I spoke to her, I know it cut her deep. I fucked up and a part of me wants to go back and beg her forgiveness, but I can’t. She is doing her job even if she doesn’t realise that I can protect myself.

Rebel Moretti-Jackson is the other half of my soul. She thinks it’s me that needs saving when it is actually her. She can pretend all she wants that she is this tough, resilient woman, but I know she is lonely. That she wants to be loved and feel loved. I know the biker Dylan loves her. But she is not receptive to his love for her. I don’t think she even recognises it, and that is heartbreaking. Maybe at one time she would have, but now after everything she has gone through. She is a hard shell to crack.

Don’t get me wrong, Dylan, or Scythe, as he is known to his brothers, he is a handsome man and I know his secret. You see, Dylan and I are alike, we are both bisexual same as Rebel is. But being from the world we are, him being in the MC and me being mafia; we have to keep that side of ourselves hidden. Stupid, I know. Love is love, right? It shouldn’t be frowned upon, but it is. Well, it is within my family.

My phone rings and I sigh, taking the phone from my suit jacket pocket and see the number. I sigh loudly and look up at the ceiling of the car.

“Hello Alessa,”

“Do you want to tell me why I have one of my best girls, telling me to put someone else on you?” great.

“I made her …”

“You mean you fucked her? Goddamnit Dante. Do you know that right now you are on top of her and my shit list? Do you have any idea what she will do to you now?” she hisses down the line and I know that. She will come after me for shits and giggles. She will toy with me like a cat does with a mouse.

“I will fix it. Tell her it is her assignment, and she has to stick to it.” I say to her and she chuckles, knowing that Rebel is going to hate it.

“Ok, but know this, Dante. She won’t be pleased with this. I know you have some sort of history with her, but she isn’t the girl you remember. She is broken, damaged. That makes her dangerous, and you just fucked her and walked away. So your dick will now be on the chopping block. Tread lightly Dante.” She says and hangs up. I throw the phone on the seat next to me.

Years ago, Rebel killed that idiot that I paid to have killed. The wannabe gangster. Billy Smyth. I ordered the hit on him after he hurt my little sister, Christina. She was dating him at the time against her better judgement. He beat her up, thinking he was a big man. I could have killed him, but I needed my hands clean. So I hired the Mother’s Revenge to take care of him.

Little did I know that the girls he was fucking behind my sister’s back were the same girls Rebel used to knock around with. I watched what happened that night. How Rebel confronted them after they so stupidly mentioned her name and it went to hell fast. Rebel was fighting with the girls when that piece of shit pulled a gun on her. I got out of the car and was running to save her when she shot him as he shot her. She made it; he didn’t. I made sure of that.

That was when Alessa took her under her wing to pay back for the hit she unknowingly completed. Since then, she has been all over the world eliminating targets. So you are probably wondering how I got involved in this.

Well, because I rose through the ranks quickly, making a name for myself within the mafia, with my numerous businesses. Jealously is a disease. Someone made the accusation that I was trafficking men and women and using them in sex rings. Which is ludicrous. All the men and women that work for me are vetted and work of their own free will. Besides, it gets them off the streets so they can conduct their business in safety. I even vet all the clients to make sure they are safe. Some would think of what I do is the same as a pimp, but it’s not.

Whatever they earn whilst working in my strip clubs and brothels is theirs. The only money I take is from the bar, the bookings, and the VIP memberships.