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

Rebel POV.

I can do this. It is time he found out the truth. It is going to kill him, but it doesn’t matter. He will never see me as anything more than a friend.

“Dyl, sit down for this. What I have to say is not going to be easy to hear.” I say as he looks at me with a frown on his face.

“Did someone hurt you? Tell me Rebel, who hurt you?” he grabs my hands and I’m taken aback at that is what he would think.

“No, nothing like that. Please, just sit down.” I say to him and I sigh as I move to the desk and take the chair, turning it around and straddle it so my chest is against the backrest. I look around the room and smile at how much it hasn’t really changed.

“Ok, Rebel. I’m all ears.” He says, sitting on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, his legs apart, muscles relaxing. I look into his eyes and I know after today our friendship will be destroyed.

“Dyl, there are things about me that you don’t know. I have kept them secret to …”

“I know. We all know about you being a member of the Mother’s Revenge.” Well, shit. I look at him in shock. How did they find out? I was always so fucking careful.

“How?” is all I can say right now, and he smirks at me and chuckles.

“Did you think your dad wasn’t keeping tabs on you all these years? Of course he was, even after everything that happened with you and them, he is still your daddy.” I blow out a breath, closing my eyes, and I snort. Even after all these years, he kept watch. Pity it’s a bit too late for that.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” I ask him and he laughs.

“Why didn’t you? Hell Rebs, we have been friends since before we could walk and you didn’t tell me. That you, my best friend, was an assassin. Come on, how does that look to you? That you didn’t trust me enough to tell me. ME Rebel, not your mom, or dad, or the crotch goblins, but ME!” He’s right, I should have told him, but that’s just me, isn’t it? Rebel the fuck up. Selfish little bitch.

I stand from the chair and move to him; I sit next to him and rest my head on his broad shoulder and wrap my arms around him.

“I’m sorry Dyl, I really am. I should have told you and for that, I’m sorry.” I say to him and he starts to chuckle and I look at him in confusion.

“I’m yanking your chain. You don’t need to tell me why you didn’t tell me. I have known for years. You may have been really discreet at hiding it, but you are shit at keeping things from me. You’re forgiven. So tell me. I take it this has something to do with a target?” I chuckle and shake my head at how quickly he brushes the shit off. Hell, this man is teflon. Nothing fucking sticks to him or fazes him.

“Not exactly. The last two months, I have been on protection duty.” I tell him, watching his reaction and he just listens intently to what I have to say and for that I’m grateful. So I tell him everything that has happened right up to me being back in the Clubhouse. I have had to fabricate the story of being in a relationship with Dante, but I will tell him the truth when the threat is eliminated.

“Ok, hold up, so you are now in love with the man you were sent to protect?” he asks me and stands, moving away like I’ve just burnt him. He looks pissed and my heart sinks.

I nod my head, looking away from his burning gaze.

“So what, you are moving out? Going to play happy fucking families? Is that it, Rebel? Fuck me and anyone else who is in your way, who has been there for you? Fuck my feelings, yeah?” I look at him and stand up to try and make him understand.

“Why Rebel, answer me why? Why is it him and not me? I fucking love you!” I reel back like he has just slapped me. What? No, he is only saying that because we are friends. He doesn’t mean it, not in the way I want him to.

“I’m sorry Dylan, I never meant to hurt you.” I reach for him, but he steps back and I drop my hand and lower my head. This hurts so fucking much.

“Don’t touch me, don’t come near me. I have always loved you, Rebel, not as a friend or a brother. I have loved you. But I know you would never love me. I’m done. I wish you and him the best.” He opens the door for me to leave. I stand there fighting the tears in my eyes as I bite my bottom lip and nod my head.

“Dylan, I …”

“Don’t, just get out. Go and be happy saving the love of your life. We’re done.” He says, not looking at me. His jaw set and I walk away. I walk through the Clubhouse, lifting my head.