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

Scythe POV.

Life has been going good, great actually. We have now been living together for a few months and are in the house. Rebel freaked out when we took her to it. But in a good way. She sobbed, and we knew it meant more to her than anything.

The pup, or little wrecking ball as I call her, has a name now. Lubov or love as it means in Russian. Rebel fell in love with her at first sight and don’t tell her this, but so did I. So she called her Lubov. She still is destructive, but that is because of her size. She has grown lots and is only seven months old and weighs seventy pounds.

She has her own sofa and bed in the bedroom. She is too big to lay with us. She still thinks she is a small pup and thinks she can sit on our laps. Well, not Rebel’s, but mine and Dante’s. We don’t mind she is beautiful, loyal and affectionate. She will be the same size as the dogs the Mother’s Revenge have over six feet on her hind legs and with enough fur to make a carpet with.

We all train her, and she is doing fine. Dante and I had to learn the commands in Russian and it has pushed me to learn other languages.

I haven’t returned to the Princes Of Darkness, the same as Rebel hasn’t returned to the Mother’s Revenge. Life is great. I never knew what it was that was missing until I had them both. We were all made for each other. That is how it will stay.

We all took the plunge and had sex together for the first time a few days after I had finally slept with Rebel. Dante and I were apprehensive at first, but Rebel initiated it. It was fucking amazing. All of us are in-sync with each other. Don’t get me wrong, we do have our one-on-one time with Rebel as well, but not often.

It just works this way. I watch from the back door as Lubov runs around the yard. It’s fucking cold this morning as I wait for her to do her business.

“Lubov, come on, girl. Daddy is feezin his balls off, hurry up.” I say to her as she looks at me before she wanders off. I swear this dog is like Rebel when she was little. I wait patiently for her to do her business and she trots towards me. I open the door for her and she lazily walks inside. Shutting the door and locking it. I enter the kitchen to make a coffee. When my phone pings with a notification.

What the fuck! I open the link and read the headline. My eyes widen and I gulp and before I know it, I’m upstairs and in our bedroom. I move closer to the bed as Rebel’s phone starts ringing. No, no, no.

“Baby, wake up.” I say as I shake her shoulder and she groans, moaning, for five more minutes. When I shake her again.

“What is it?” she snaps. Rebel is not a morning person. I laugh at her. Her hair is sticking up in every direction. That has never changed since we were little.

“It’s …” her phone rings again, and she looks at the name flashing across the screen and answers it.

“Alessa, it’s four in the morning. What is the … What?” she looks at me with wide eyes and Dante is up in a panic hearing her scream.

“It’s the institute. It’s been destroyed.” I nod my head. That was what I was coming to tell her.

“It’s all over the news. That is why I was waking you up. I’m sorry Rebel. I’m so sorry.” She blinks and talks to Alessa as she climbs out of bed.

“Where is she?” She says, her voice breaking, and Dante and I just watch her. This is bad. So very bad. The rage coming off Rebel is hard to ignore. Then I watched as the phone falls from her hand and smashes on the floor.

“Rebel, Rebel.” We move to her as she crashes to the floor. She sobs, and it’s filled with pain and heartbreak.

“She’s gone. I have to go to my parent’s, I have to …” she just sobs. My heart is tearing painfully in two as we both hold her. I look at Dante and he is the same as me.

Luna had been doing really well while she was in the institute. She was responding well to treatment and was happy to see Rebel. She had written her a letter apologising for everything. She could have been released but choose to stay there. She felt like she still had a long way to go.

She was even allowed on day release into the custody of Angel and Rebel. They did this every other week, and I noticed Rebel and Luna were getting closer to each other and that sisterly bond was forming. Rebel always came back smiling and excited to tell us what they did.