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

Rebel POV.

It has been three weeks since mom was shot by Luna. We are now back at home. Mom is recovering at home and apparently dad is driving her mad with his fussing. I laughed when she told me this. I think it’s cute, if there is anything I will say. The love they have for each other is beautiful. We speak every day and I go around to their home to visit nearly every day.

It is strange that I have fallen into a routine of visiting with them. I even broke mom out for the day. It caused dad to send the club looking for us. We were doing some mom and daughter bonding. It was hilarious seeing the entire club riding round town looking for us. Since then, dad has threatened to put trackers on us both.

Mom and dad’s relationship didn’t have the best of times, and other factors played into that. Dad was blinded by someone else and as a result, he lost me and mom for two years until he found us.

Like any relationship, they had their battles but came out of it all, even if mom was the one who was getting hurt. Me though, if my men did to me what dad did to mom, they would be dead. Even if I have hung up my guns.

Alessa and the Mother’s Revenge will always be my family and I will always be grateful for them. She has stayed in touch to keep us updated on everything that is happening with my girls. I do feel bad that I just walked away, but I had to for my own sanity. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll go back, but right now. I want to try something different.

As for Luna, well, she is in an institute getting the help she needs. She is no longer a threat to us; she is heavily medicated now after she attacked one of the doctors. I have no idea how long she will be in there, but it’s the best place for her. I know the saying a leopard never changes its spots, but I have to be optimistic that she comes out of this experience stronger and mentally better. Only time will tell on that one.

As for RJ, well, he is doing better. He is more active at the club and is helping dad and Blaze run the club. He is learning what it is to be a president. I know he will do great. It is his birthright. Some of the members threatened to walk out. Until I put them in place.

I never wanted a title. All I wanted was to be a normal woman. But I guess fate had other plans for me. But whatever, I’m happy just being me. Not the president of an MC, or assassin, just me.

Vittoria and Roman will be staying in the UK for the time being, and Dominic is planning to go and see them. They have a lot of catching up to do. I know he has missed his daughter and I know she fears that he is disappointed in her, but he isn’t. He loves her.

Arms band around me from behind as I’m chopping up veg for dinner. I could get used to this domestic life. I’m no Stepford wife, but I like being able to do things for myself and for the ones I love.

“Hey, beautiful. Need a hand?” Dylan asks me as he kisses my shoulder. I twirl the knife in my fingers and slam it down into the chopping block.

“Nope, all done.” I say to him and he chuckles deeply from his chest.

“You are perfect. Still scary as shit though, when you handle a blade.” I roll my eyes and shove him back with my ass.

“Well, the skill will never leave me. Same as riding a bike, you never forget.” I say to him, I mean it. It was my life for a long time. I still people watch when I’m out doing everyday things. That will never change.

“Where is Dante?” I ask him and he smiles as I look at him, before turning in his hold. My arms wrap around the back of his neck.

“He is at the club, so it’s just you and me,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows. I move up on my tiptoes and kiss him.

“Sounds fun. What do you want to do?” I ask him when he growls and grabs my ass. He lifts me and I squeal, not expecting it. I wrap my legs around his waist as he hauls me up.

“I can think of a few things,” he winks at me playfully and I melt against him. He kisses me and it’s slow and passionate. My pussy clenches and a moan escapes my throat.

“Fuck!” I say as he squeezes my ass.

“Exactly.” He mumbles back, before breaking the kiss and we are both panting and staring into each other’s eyes.

“Dylan.” I say breathlessly. He is moving with us towards the master bedroom. We all sleep in the same bed. It feels right being with the two of them, but Dylan and I have been dancing around the attraction for too long. Too afraid to step over that line.

“You are mine, you may be Dante’s too, but you, Rebel, have always been mine.” He slams my back against the wall in the bedroom. I wince at the pain, but not for long when he kisses me again. I roll my hips as he grinds up. Fuck, I need him naked and now.

Kissing down my throat, he sucks and bites. It drives me crazy. I hold the back of his head and he growls. Something is unlocked in me. I shove him back and land on my feet. He smirks at me.

He grabs me by the front of my t-shirt and pulls me to his chest. Our hands are roaming everywhere. I rip his t-shirt over his head as he rips mine down the front. My chest is heaving when I launch myself at him. He catches me and twists as he slams me down onto the bed. I giggle as I wrap my legs around him. Attacking his mouth.

“You have been bad, Rebel. What should I do with you?” he says before he licks up the valley of my breast. My eyes roll and I moan, grinding again against him.

“I think I should fuck you hard and fast. Bend you over and rail you from behind, then I’ll take that juicy ass of yours. What do you think?” he whispers and I shiver.

“Do your worst.” I moan out when he chuckles and moves back. Ripping the shorts and my panties down my legs. He forces my legs open and moves to my pussy. I’m dripping wet.