The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 20

Savage POV.

I watch in stunned silence as she walks out of the room with her uncles behind her. Fuck! Could this day get any worse?

“Dad, need I remind you I am the president of this club and you are retired?” I say after the last brother has left the meeting room.

“And need I remind you that you need to get your head out of your ass before you start a fucking war. A war we won’t fucking win! So far Savage, you have fucked up and keep fucking up. Get your shit together or I will force the vote. It’s there is black and fucking white what is happening and you are burying your head in the damn sand! Tell me, Ryder, do you feelings for Foxy?” I look at him and my jaw clenches at him.

“No, I don’t …”

“Then snap out of it. She is the reason this has happened to you. The reason three fucking years ago. The reason you lost out of the life of your child, yet you stood there and defended her in front of the woman you claimed to love. Sort it out or I will,” he growls and turns to walk away. When I grab his arm, he snaps his head to me.

“Do you know a woman called Scar?” he looks at me with a smirk and nods his head.

“Yeah, I do. I know her very well. Why?”

“She pulled a gun on me today at Angel’s house after I saw Angel at the tattoo shop on Main. Who is she dad? Is she one of your whores?” I didn’t see it coming when his fist landed in my jaw and I’m sprawled out on top of the table. He grabs the back of my cut and pulls me up before he slams me into the wall.

“Scarlett is my damn sister and your aunty. You ever accuse me of anything like that again boy I will remove your ability to have more kids. You hear me? I’m not like you, Ryder. I know she is with Angel right now. She has been with her watching over your girls from when Angel first went to that town.” He roars before he shoves me as he lets me go. Running a hand through his greying hair. Before, he storms out of the room when I hear a scream.

I walk out of the room and see Angel dragging a crying Foxy by her hair into the club before she shoves her at my feet. I look at the blood on Foxy’s face and the anger radiating off of Angel.

“Angel.” I move when she pulls her gun and aims it at Foxy. Angel’s breathing is laboured as her finger hovers on the trigger, her hand is shaking. I step in front of the gun. But Angel isn’t looking at me she is focused on Foxy. I place my hand on the gun as I see my men moving closer and I shake my head. I see Gianni and Marco move to get to Angel.

“Give me the gun, baby. You don’t want to do this.” I say to her calmly as her eyes meet mine and I see the big fat tears trail down her face. Her eyes are red, her hand begins to loosen around the gun. I nod my head slowly at her to give me the gun. She gasps and hands me the gun, looking around like she has just realised what she has just done. I move to hug her when she looks at Foxy, and it happens too fast for me to stop her.

She jumps on her, punching Foxy in the face. Grabbing her hair and slamming her head into the floor over and over. Shit!

I move to drag her off Foxy, but she is too strong.

“You ever mention what happened to me again. I will cut your fucking tongue from you dirty, vile mouth and wear it around my neck like a damn necklace.” She screams at her. I pull her back, falling on my back as I wrap my legs around her as she thrashes to be let up. “ANGEL, shhhh. It’s ok, I’ve got you. Calm down!” I shout when she goes still. Then I’m hit in the gut by her elbow and I release her as I gasp for breath.

She stands up and tackles a staggering Foxy to the ground once more. It’s when I see the glint of the knife in Angel’s hand that time seems to stop. I watch as she raises the knife in her hand, screaming, with tears streaming down her face as she brings it down when she tackled from the side. The knife flies from her hand and Blaze has her in his arms as she fights him, sobbing and crying.

“Let me go. She needs to fucking die! She needs to fucking die!” she screams as she goes weak as her fight leaves her. I scramble up off the floor and run to her. I take her face in my hands and look at her glazed eyes. The light fades in them. No, not again.

“Angel, look at me. Focus on me.” I say to her when her eyes lock on mine and her bottom lip quivers.

“She needs putting down. The bitch is fucking crazy!” Foxy screams. I turn my head to see the ole ladies grab her when my mom walks up to her and punches her, knocking her out. She shakes her fist out and my father is there checking her fist.

“Baby, you ok?” He is like a damn puppy when it comes to my mom.

“Stop fussing, Hatchet. Someone needed to put that skank in her place. I’m glad it was Angel. Noone messes with my girl. Foxy should be fucking banished for all the shit she has pulled, but you men only think with the damn head between your legs rather than the one on your shoulders.” she says as my father leads my mom to the bar to ice her hand.

“Ryder. Let me go.” Her voice is so soft, like how I remember it used to be. I look at Blaze and he looks at me.

“Savage, let her go.” He says, and I choke on the tears. My girl is beyond damaged and it is my damn fault.