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

Rebel POV.

This flight is going to give me time to think about what I need to do. But I already know. The jet has all the latest gadgets and gizmos and an array of weapons. I open my phone and send a message to both Vittoria and Whitney, which Candy provided me with both their numbers.

Me: Hi Vittoria, it’s Rebel. I am on my way to you now. I will be there in thirteen hours. You know why I’m coming and who I am coming for. I will also inform Whitney as well.

Vittoria: I am aware you are coming. Alessa has given us the heads up. Before coming to the estate, meet myself and Whitney for a private meeting first. I will send you the location. I hope this matter can be resolved peacefully. See you soon.

I lock my phone and stand from my seat as I walk to the back of the jet and into the armoury. I hold my wrist under the scanner and wait for the red light to turn green. I open the door and step in. The walls move, opening up revealing the weapons we carry.

We have different choices, from assault weapons to snipers. Blades, swords, Glocks, grenades, C4. You name it; we have it. I can’t take it all. I’m not Rambo.

I grab my guns and do a full weapons check. I take them apart and clean them and reassemble them; I load my bullets and slide the magazine into the guns. I take a couple of my blades and move back to my seat. Locking the door behind me. Placing the guns on the table in front of me. I get to work sharpening my blades.

All the while, I try to think back on what went wrong with my sister. I know I have to accept responsibility. Looking back at it all. I just gave up, but then again. I was always with nanna and pop-pop, or aunty Scar may she rest in peace. Scar died from stage 4 breast cancer many years ago. She was the constant in my life.

When I think about it, I was always with either aunty Scar, and later on with my grandparents. It was like even back then my parents were only part time. But they were full time with Luna and RJ. I drop the blades on the table and sob into my hands.

Why was I never enough? Did they not want me but just put up with me for the sake of it? The mistake? The child who destroyed their lives? I mean, it took them long enough to get me back from that sadistic bitch, Foxy. Did they wish she had killed me?

I remember mom was in hospital for a long time after that. I think that was when her love died for me, same as my dad. I sob harder. No matter, it all ends soon. Then they can all move on like I never existed to them.

Luna has been right for years. I am not wanted; I am not loved; I am just a hindrance to them. It would be better if I just died. I can’t keep fighting this, not anymore. The black cloud is making itself known, taunting me, pushing me to end it all. I remove my hands from my face; I sniffle and hiccup as I look at the weapons in front of me. All it would take is one bullet and this all ends.

I’m lost in my thoughts as I just stare at the table when the pilot makes an announcement that we are landing in about thirty minutes. I stand emotionless; I turn and walk to the back and enter the room once more and grab my clothes. I quickly strip out of what I have on.

I pull on the black leather pants, the black vest, and black leather jacket. I pull my hair up into a high ponytail. And pull on my boots. I grab the holsters for my guns and leave the room. Grabbing the blades, I slip them inside my jacket and strap the guns to my thighs. I grab my phone and see texts from my mom, dad, Dylan, Dante, and one from Vittoria.

I open hers and see the location; I ignore the rest. The jet lands and I leave, walking down the steps onto the runway. I walk towards the awaiting SUV. I open the door and sit down. In the UK, they drive on the wrong side of the road. It’s a good thing I know most countries drives on what we would call the wrong side.

I start the SUV up; I take the phone and set the directions into the GPS. I drive off, following the directions.

I turn on the stereo, and it connects to my phone. I turn the volume up as Valhalla Calling The War Chant Version booms through the speakers. I chuckle, rather fitting for what is to happen. I find myself singing along. I hit the motorway and make my way to where I am to be.

My eyes are on the road ahead of me the closer I get. The scenery is changing, and the sun is going down. I have been driving for an hour now as I enter Vittoria Fanucci’s territory. I head to the pub she told me to meet her at.

I pull in and park the SUV. I turn the engine off and climb out. There are men and women enjoying the summer heat drinking and smoking outside. The women look at me with a sneer; the men watching me with hunger in their eyes.

I ignore them all. I walk with purpose into the pub. The noise instantly does down as I enter. I look around and smirk as I move to an empty bar stool. I look at the barmaid and she looks nervous.

“What can I get ya, hon?” I look behind her and see what bottles they have in their fridges.

“A bottle, bud, please.” I say to her as I look at each person here. I raise an eyebrow and they go back to their chatter and games. I chuckle, shaking my head. Nosey much?

“On the house.” She says, and I nod my head. I bring the bottle to my lips and take a sip. Now I wait.

After a while, the door opens and everyone for the second time tonight goes silent. I pick the label off the bottle.