The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 24

Angel POV.

Sitting in a hotel presidential suite by the town that the Viper’s run, I look at the desk and the information that is in front of me. My mom arrived early hours and the first thing she did was hug and hold me. She apologised for what happened. It is not her fault.

Scar is staying at the Moretti mansion with my father, brothers, and aunt Rosena, looking after Rebel while she is here. She left an hour ago with twenty of her men to go and see Savage. She is so angry, but I just waved it off. I have no time for her drama right now.

“We need to find them before Savage does.” I say as uncle Gianni looks at me from the chair in front of me with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Why would you want to do that? This is the perfect chance for him to prove himself.” I look up from the papers that are scattered on the desk to him.

“Why would I want him to prove himself? You heard what she said. You heard it all. So tell me, uncle G. Why would I give him a chance?” I ask him and he chuckles, drinking his coffee.

“Baby girl, you have no clue that he loves you. I saw the look in his eyes after you shot him.” I roll my eyes and shake my head. I have been trying and failing to get those eyes out of my head for years, and the last few hours have been difficult. Do I feel guilty about shooting him? No, I don’t. Did he feel guilty doing what he did? No, he didn’t I know this isn’t tit for tat but he deserves to know how much pain I am in.

“Whatever.” He points his finger at me.

“That right there tells me you know I’m right. So tell me, what is the plan? You say you don’t want him to prove himself? What if he does? Hmm, what if he finds them before we do? Then what?” he asks and I release an exasperated breath at his questions.

“He won’t find them. I will.” he raises an eyebrow at my statement.

“Oh, how?”

“Who am I, uncle G?” I ask him and he sits forward, placing his cup on the saucer and sits back, crossing his arms over his chest with his ankle resting against his opposite knee.

“Is this a trick question, Angel?” I shake my head at him because I want him to figure it out.

“Fine, you are Angel Maria Moretti.” His eyes widen and I smirk.

“Yes, I am. From what I have heard through the underworld grapevine. Crusher has been trying to elbow in on the gun runs. He has been trying to get in with my father for years. So what do you think would happen if I made it known that the Moretti’s are looking for more runners for their products?” I ask, tilting my head innocently with an angelic smile on my lips. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“Clever. You have one problem.” I wait for him to elaborate on that.

“Go on.”

“Antonio, you know your father. He will never allow another club to join those runs. You know how he works.” I laugh as I reach for my coffee and lean back in the chair as I look at him.

“True, but I am the DeNucci heir. I can put out the feelers, so to speak, and grab them that way. They will not know who I am until I meet with them. Then we take them out in one fell swoop. No harm, no foul.” I say and he looks at me with a chuckle as I hear the front door to the suite beep and in walks my momma, with her men behind her.

“So, how’d it go?” he asks her, and she walks over kisses him on his cheek before she rounds the desk and kisses me on the cheek and sits down as one of her men brings her a coffee.

“It went well. I gave him the incentive to do what was right to keep him and his club members alive. I gave him seven days to find them.” She says, and I nod my head at her. Momma has always loved the game, the chase, the hunt. So seven days is not long in the grand scheme of things.