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

Rebel POV.

Dante places me on my feet in his bedroom, and I just glare up at him. The asshole has a shit-eating grin on his handsome face. It boils my piss that he is so smug. Bastard!

“Look, as fun as this has been, I need to go. So you can shower and tuck yourself up in bed and read a bedtime story before you drift off to dreamland. Ok?” I smirk at him, folding my arms over my chest and popping my hip to the side.

“Sit.”

“I maybe a raging bitch, but I’m not a dog. I. Don’t. Take. Your. Orders! So fuck you!” I smile at him and he rolls his eyes as he stalks closer to me. Everything screams to back up. But I don’t. I stand firm as I glare at him.

“You have already done that. Besides, I’ve spoken to Alessa and I hate to break it, you buttercup, but you are stuck with me as you said before. But I have a proposal for you,” he says and I chuckle, looking down at the floor, shaking my head. Wow, he likes the sound of his own smooth, deep voice. What? No. Head out of the gutter.

“This early on, why I’m flattered.” I sass back, and he chuckles at my attitude. I hope it pisses him off.

“Look Rebel, stop with the petty, childish, playground bullshit. You now have a target on your back. Because of me and what I did tonight.” My head snaps to him and the chuckle bursts from my throat. I laugh. I hold my stomach as I laugh.

“Oh, that’s cute. You think I can’t handle a few chancers? Please, do you know how many targets I have had on my back since I joined the Mother’s Revenge? I’ve lost fucking count. Look, my job is to keep you breathing, nothing more, nothing less. Thanks for your concern, though. But I’m good.” I pat his chest and walk past him to the bedroom door and out.

“Rebel, stop! Enough of this. God, you’re so …”

“Beautiful, sassy, amazing, kick ass? Thanks. Look, I know what I’m doing. I have been doing this for a long time. I don’t need your concern. You just focus on your day to day and leave me to worry about the rest. Good? … Good, great talk. Night Dante.” I make it to the lift when I’m grabbed from behind and I throw an elbow into his gut, grab his arm, and throw him over my shoulder onto his back. I smirk down at him. When he grabs me and rolls, throwing me onto my back. He straddles my waist, pinning my arms to my side, and sits.

“Get off me!” I say as I watch him. He just looks at me and I groan.

“I will when you listen. As I said, I have a proposal. It would work in both of our interests.” I make a face for him to continue. I could get out of this, but I’m tired and want my bed. So if it gets me out of here faster than so be it.

“I’m listening. Ease up a little bit. You’re on my bladder.” I say and he chuckles but shifts slightly and I sigh. Thank god.

“As I was saying, you want to be free of me and fast, yes?” I nod my head and suck on my teeth as I watch him.

“I believe we can speed up this time frame. You and I pretend to be in a relationship. Dating, whatever you want to call it. Those who are after me and now you, will think they have struck the jackpot, two targets always together in public, behind closed doors. We live separate lives.” WHAT! Is he out of his beautiful fucking mind? I don’t do relationships, real or otherwise.

“Where you dropped on your head as a baby? Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds? Besides, Alessa won’t allow it. And how can you be so certain I won’t kill you in your sleep?”

“How can you be certain I won’t kill you?” he’s got me there.

“Alessa will allow it. As you said, this is not the first time you have had a target on your back. You watch my back and I watch yours. Besides, you know all the players in this game. And I know some people you may not. Together we get this sorted and then once we have eliminated them and any chancers as you call them, then we go our separate ways, just like you wanted to do.” he says and I can’t argue with that. I lay still and think for a moment.

I will have to speak to Candy and see if she get a hold on who it was that issued the free for all on him and set up a meet. The only problem with that is, that it’s a fucking free for all. Meaning other agencies would have picked up the contract and paid their best, like my friend Katrina over there.

But even if I get to meet the one who ordered the hit and eliminate them, it could be a huge fucking problem and other families could come out of the woodwork.

Then there are the Princes Of Darkness and the Moretti’s. It would mean dragging them into this shit. I don’t even want them involved in this or in certain aspects of my life, like at all. But Dylan can speak to Blaze and set up a meeting with my dad to get the feelers out.

Or I could just bite the proverbial bullet as it were and speak to him myself. Why is this so fucked up? Oh, I know why. It’s because I haven’t seen or spoken to him in years and haven’t stepped foot in the Clubhouse since I began working for Alessa.

“Any idea who it was that wants you dead? It has to be someone with more money than sense, no offence. This hit is known as a free for all. They wanted to make sure the job would be done.” I say to him and he looks at me in thought.

“For this to work, I need your honesty. I have seen people, good people, get killed for less. I need transparency in everything. So tell me Dante, who is it that has the biggest hard on to see you dead?” I say to him and he moves off and stands. He offers me his hand and I take it as he helps me up.

He runs a hand through his hair and takes his phone out of his pocket and dials a number. I walk to the window looking at the city night skyline. The view is beautiful from here and one I will never tire of.

“Yeah, I need a clean-up crew to my penthouse. Get it done also. I need the files on every single one of the assholes that has a grudge against me,” he says, but I just watch him through the reflection of the window. A phone rings and it’s not his or mine. I turn and look at my dead friend and walk to her and open her jacket and take the burner phone from her pocket and see the name on the screen.