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

Rebel POV.

They both look at me with various degrees of shock on their faces. So I will take that as a yes.

“You know him too.” Dante says, and I nod my head, yeah I do. But I only just found out his name.

“The one I …” I bite my bottom lip as I look at him and he nods his head. I can’t really say much in front of his sister. Even though I have a feeling this somehow includes her.

“How do you know him?” she asks me and I look at her. Christina is pretty. She has the same eyes and hair colour as her brother, but her features are more delicate. She looks like a doll. Perfect and pretty, just like how I used to be. I’m not jealous of her, far from it. I stopped being jealous of other kids the older I got. It just made me more bitter.

“I killed him five years ago. I didn’t know his name back then. He pulled a gun on me. I pulled mine he died, I didn’t.” I tell her nonchalantly. She looks at me in shock as she looks at Dante and I do the same.

“You didn’t kill him.” I narrow my eyes at him slightly as I listen to him. “You shot him. It was me that killed him.” I think my jaw has just hit the fucking floor. He has to be lying, he has to be. It was me. I shot and killed the fucker. If Dante was there, I would have recognised him. Wouldn’t I?

“I disconnected his life support in the hospital.” I jump to my feet and glare at him, my fists balled tightly to the point my knuckles pop under the pressure.

“You better start talking.” I say through gritted teeth. He stands and looms over me. His green eyes watching me.

“Sit down Rebel. Please stay calm. I will tell you everything.” He says I look at Christina and she is biting her bottom lip. Then it clicks.

“It was because of you.” I say just loud enough to be heard by the two of them. She looks up at me with tears shining in her eyes and she nods her head.

I move back. This whole life I have lived for the last five years has been because of her and her brother.

“Rebel, I took the contract out on him because of what he was doing to my sister. I was there that night. Hell, I was with you every night.” I look at him. I mean, really look at him. I don’t remember him, not at all. Does that make me a shitty person? I was so consumed with my own pathetic excuse of a life I didn’t notice people coming and going from it, just surviving like I always have done. You can only rely on one person in this life and that is yourself. I learnt that lesson early on.

“So I was in the wrong place, at the wrong time? And because I defended myself, I ended up in this shit? Why wasn’t I told?” I say more to myself than the two people sitting a couple of feet away.

“I thought she would have told you. I guess she didn’t. You didn’t do anything wrong Rebel, you did what you had to do. I’m sorry you are in this mess because of me,” he says, taking my hands in his. I rip my hands away.

“Well, I know who it is that has taken your contract out. So does Dominic. He came to see me a couple of hours ago. Told me who it was, so now I have a name. I can end this once and for all. Then I’m done, done with it all. I’m sorry Christina, I lied to you. Just like your brother lied to me. I’m not his girlfriend, I’m his protector, I’m an assassin for the Mother’s Revenge. I have been assigned to watch his back.” I tell her I’m done being lied to. No more.

I just lost the one person who was there for me, who loved me and I loved him. All for what? Some fucking grudge that goes back nearly twenty years. No, I will go to Ricci and demand a sit down with the Smyth family and I will end them all. No, that would be suicide on my part. As much as I hate this idea, but I’m going to need backup, and lots of it.

The Ricci family are cunning, sly, evil fuckers. Alonso Ricci, the Don of the family, killed his parents and sold his sisters to the sex trade. He has a god complex and trying to catch him will be like trying to catch smoke. He is skilled in disappearing. The Smyths are his loyal dogs, loyal to their master.

So, of course, he had to make a show of getting revenge for his men. These contracts are his way of showing loyalty to them, keeping them sweet. But there is more to this.

There always is.

This isn’t about Dante. No, he is a pawn. This is about me, the Moretti’s and the Jacksons. It would seem I am his main focus. To get back at my mom for what she did to uncle Gianni. I know this language.