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

Savage POV.

I look at the profile picture on my messaging app. It hasn’t changed in three years. I sigh as I open her contact and see all the messages I have sent her over the last three years, and each has gone unread. I’m so fucking stupid.

FLASHBACK!

It’s been four weeks since I ended my relationship with Angel and claimed Foxy as my woman. Everything has been great. Angel has not contacted me, but I do find myself looking at her profile picture.

“What’s wrong baby?” a hand rubs my bare arm as I close the app and look at the woman beside me. Foxy with her red hair and brown eyes. She is beautiful. She is the mother of our unborn child.

“Nothing babe, go back to sleep.” I kiss her head and she snuggles back down, but I can’t sleep. Something isn’t right. My gut is telling me I should check up on Angel. I shake that thought away. Why should I? The bitch was cheating on me. She doesn’t deserve my concern.

With that, I fall asleep only to be woken by my door being banged on.

“Prez, we need to go. The Moretti’s have called an emergency meeting.” Blaze, my VP, says and I groan and sit up. I quickly get dressed. The Moretti’s this could be bad. But then again, Angel wouldn’t have told them anything, not unless she wants me to show her momma and daddy that she is a whore. I smirk as I leave my bedroom and walk through the clubhouse.

“What’s happened? Why are they calling this meeting?” I ask as a coffee is placed in front of me.

“We don’t know. I have tried to find out. All I’m being told is that it is urgent. We need to leave now,” he says, well you don’t need to tell me twice. No-one keeps the Moretti’s waiting. When they call, we move. My father Hatchet and Antonio had worked together for years. That’s how I met Angel.

They would come here or we would go to them. Even though she is four years younger than I am. We did used to have fun. Then, when Angel turned eighteen, the attraction grew between us and I took her virginity. We were in a secret relationship up until those photos were delivered to me four weeks ago.

I said some pretty awful things to her when she walked in on me fucking Foxy; she needed to see that what I did were the consequences of her actions. Like the naïve little girl she is, she denied, and we argued. She slapped me, but I didn’t care and I don’t care. She got what she deserved.

I mount my bike alongside with Blaze and Ripper. He is my Sergeant At Arms. We head out of the compound and onto the road. We ride for a few hours before we arrive at the Moretti compound.

We pull up and climb down. Entering the mansion, the atmosphere is sombre. The other heads are here. I shake hands with them and they are all not sure why we have been summoned. But we don’t wait long.

Don Antonio Moretti enters the room and we all nod our heads in respect to him. He looks like he has aged drastically, but then there is Teagan. She looks like she hasn’t slept and has cried. What the fuck has happened?

“Thank you for coming at short notice. We appreciate it. Please sit,” Antonio speaks as he takes his seat and pulls a distraught Teagan onto his lap.

“We have called you all here, because our daughter, our Angel is missing.” My eyes widen and murmurs break out around the table. I look at Blaze and he glares at me. This won’t have anything to do with me. I’m sure she is just doing this for attention.

“How long has she been missing?” I ask and all eyes turn to me.