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

Dante POV.

Rebel was released a week after she woke up. She has been resting at home, much to her disappointment. Our family room has now become base for operation. Find the bitch Sara and kill her slowly!

Rebel has such a way with words. I am working alongside my family to track and find her hopefully before Rebel is at full strength, but so far it is like Sara has just vanished into thin air. Even the tech genius Candy hasn’t been able to track her. So that tells us that someone powerful is in play keeping her hidden, but who?

I hear the shuffling of feet and look up from my desk and see a sleepy Rebel shuffling in her shorts, vest top, and fluffy socks. Lubov right beside her. I smile softly as I take in the woman who will be mine and Dylan’s wife. Her hair reminds me of a crazy professor sticking up in all directions.

She rubs her eyes and walks towards the kitchen. I stand and follow behind her to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself. Not that she is accident prone, she is still weak and shouldn’t be doing too much, but Rebel hates being waited on and is too independent and stubborn for her own good.

“You going to stand and watch me or help?” She says without looking at me. I smile at this. She reaches for the cups and holds her side. I move fast to stop her from hurting herself more.

“Here, let me help you, go and sit down. Do you need your pain meds?” I ask her and she gives me a look of fuck off. But that soon changes and she nods her head. I hug her gently. I know this is killing her, not being able to do much for herself. But I want her comfortable.

“Please, it’s not so sore, just uncomfortable as it heals. Not the first time I have been hurt.” That makes me frown. I don’t like that fact. This is why we need to find Sara fast, so we can have some semblance of normal. What ever that may be.

“Where is Dylan?” She asks me and I make quick work on her coffee and grab her pain meds and pop them out, so she takes them. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and open the top for her and she thanks me as she takes the pain meds and water.

“He is at the clubhouse helping them with the search. He is working day and night just like all of us are. He said he will be back for dinner.” I tell her. We haven’t seen much of Dylan in this past week that Rebel has been home.

“Yeah, this is normal for the MC. Once they are hunting, as mom calls it. It’s all hands on deck. Even the Nomads that used to belong to the club are called back. So we won’t see much of him. Chances are he will stay in the clubhouse if he isn’t home. I know how savage the MC can be, especially when you hurt one of theirs.” She tells me as I pour the hot water to make her coffee.

“Does this happen often?” I ask her and she looks up at me and smiles softly. I don’t know much about the MC dynamics or protocols.

“Not as often as it used to. Dylan feels slightly responsible for this because he had slept with her and took her to the house we used to share. Same as uncle Nico. They will not stop until they get her,” she tells me and I nod my head at her words. That makes sense.

“Go and sit down. I will bring this over.” I tell her as she walks from the kitchen to the family room where Lubov is already on the sofa waiting for her mom. Rebel sits down and gets comfortable and Lubov places her head in Rebel’s lap.

I hand Rebel her coffee and she thanks me and takes a sip of the goodness, leaning her head back against the sectional and closes her eyes briefly.

“We will find her Rebel. When we do, know this, she won’t get away a third time.” I tell her, and she chuckles.

“Both times are on me. I have never let this happen before, let alone it has been done twice. Either I’m rusty or she is that good.” She says with a snort as she shakes her head before bringing the coffee to her lips and takes another sip.

“It’s not your fault. She is a master manipulator. Hell she is …” My eyes widen and I jump up and Rebel jumps as well. I give her a look of sorry as I run back to my office and grab the laptop and phone.

“Dante, what it is? Jesus, you are like a chihuahua who hears the slightest noise and is off. Fucking shit my pants.” She says and I give her a sheepish look and she rolls her eyes as I sit back down next to her.