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

Dante POV.

It has been just over six months since the whole fiasco with Rebel escaping and running off to get Sara and Roman.

The five men that were dropped into the custody of the FBI and RICO have gone to trial, rushed, of course. Then again, anything that concerns the Moretti’s is always dealt with swiftly and all five were found guilty of human and sex trafficking, misappropriation of the trade secrets, operating venues without the proper licenses, embezzlement, and money laundering.

It is safe to say their stays in the maximum security penitentiary are not pleasant. Antonio and my nonno are making sure of that.

Zia Vittoria came home, and we buried Roman as a family. She understood what needed to be done and has blamed herself ever since; we are all working with her in her grief.

RJ is keeping his head down and is a lot more active in the running of the Princes Of Darkness. Dylan aka Scythe will be RJ’s VP when the time comes. We all sat down and Rebel convinced him to go back to the MC. It took some convincing, especially when the last time he was away, Rebel slipped out and ceased all comms with us all.

As for Rebel, well, she completely left the Mother’s Revenge. Alessa agreed that she had paid her debt to her after the killing of Billy Smyth. Rebel is now free and clear and is trying her best to adjust to normal life. I know at times it drives her mad, but she is adjusting. She helps me with the businesses and helps around the club.

I suppose when you have grown up in that life, it’s hard to walk completely away. I know she secretly loves it and she gets to spend more time with her family. It’s strange that this is our kind of chaos. But it works. Every Sunday, we head to the clubhouse and have family dinner. Which includes the whole family. The Moretti’s and my family included. It’s nice, and it always makes me smile to see Rebel smiling when she is surrounded by those who genuinely love her.

Me, well, it’s business as usual. I’m a Don of the Fanucci family. So that hasn’t changed much. But tonight I have a surprise planned for Rebel and Dylan. He is back from a run and I thought it was a good time as any to make this move. We are already committed to each other and Dylan and I have loved Rebel for so long, so it makes sense to make it official.

The laws, however, say we can’t both marry Rebel, so it has to be one of us. It was decided that Dylan should marry her. He has known her the longest, and it is only fair. But that doesn’t change anything between us all. We will both be husbands and wife. Rebel belongs to us both and we belong to her.

But the decision will fall on Rebel to make. She could decide to not marry at all and either way we would be ok with it. We are unbreakable and that is how it will stay. There will always be one of us with Rebel if the other has to leave on business. So she will never be on her own and she doesn’t have to worry about either of us cheating on her. The same as we don’t have to worry about that with her.

We are all committed to each other, and that is how it stays. Don’t get me wrong, I know some women will try and so will some men. It’s how we deal with them that matters. Just because the beast inside of Rebel is sleeping, it isn’t dead, and she can easily slip back into assassin mode at the flip of a switch.

Today Rebel is at home. She says she has a surprise for us and I have no clue what it is. All I know is that she is cooking for us and we both need to be home on time. She is trying to be more domesticated and is a fast learner.

The first time she cooked for us, it was completely inedible. She laughed and said it will be better next time and true to her word it was.

My phone pings with a new message and I find myself smiling at the screen when I see it’s a text from Dylan.

Dylan: Hey babe, don’t forget about dinner tonight. Whatever is going on with her it has got her worried xx.

I smile and chuckle at the message. She has been acting strange lately. Sleeping later and being a grouch and bursting into tears when something doesn’t work out how she wanted.

We put it down to the change in circumstances and the fact her period was due. Which we doted on her and made her comfortable. Some men would shudder at the thought of the monthly visits, but not us. I suppose when you have seen the amount of blood we have; we are immune to it.

Me: I know babe, I will be home for six, no later. I know what you mean. I thought it was her period, but she seems to be extra touchy lately. Do you think she is having second thoughts? Xx.

What am I saying? I’m overreacting, so I delete that part and finish typing.

Me: Whatever is going on, we will get through it together. Don’t worry, I will see you both at six. Love you xx

I hit send and see he has read it and responds with two kisses. I smile and continue with my work as my assistant walks in. I look up at her and she smiles at me. She isn’t like the others who would try anything and everything to fuck the boss. She is happily married with three kids.

“Sir, you have a meeting in ten minutes. I came to remind you.” She says and I smile as I collect my iPad and stand to walk to the door where she waits.

“Thank you. Oh, did Rebel receive the gifts I sent to her this morning?” I ask as she follows me out and collects her things as we walk towards the conference room.

“She should be receiving them now. Is everything ok? Usually when I receive gifts from my husband it’s because he either won’t make it home on time or be able to collect the kids. So what did you do?” She asks, and I chuckle at her.

“Nothing, I think Rebel is secretly finding it hard to adjust. I just wanted her to feel better. Nothing serious. I mean, you knew what she used to do.” I say to her and she nods her head in understanding.

As I enter the conference room, I receive a message. I pull the phone from my pocket and see a message from Rebel. I smile as I open it and see the picture of her holding the flowers, which, by all accounts, are huge. She is wearing the diamond bracelet on her wrist.