The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 27

Angel POV.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” I lean back against the seat, bringing my bottle to my lips as I look at him and wait for him to speak.

“I’m sorry Angel. I’m sorry for everything that I did to you. For everything that has happened. You’re right, it is all because of me. I know you may never forgive me and I will accept the consequences.” I look at him and he looks at me. His eyes are sad as he looks down.

“Savage. What you did to me. Killed me. It hurt me so much, but I have to thank you. I have to thank you for giving me the best thing in the world. You gave me our daughter. That precious little girl who looks so much like you. Hell, she even has your temper.” I chuckle and I know he saw her having her tantrum the first day we moved back. He chuckles.

“She is explosive. Thank you, Angel, for not getting rid of her. That must have been hard to look at her everyday being reminded of what I did to you, to you both.” He says, looking at me, and I gulp the knot in my throat down. I nod my head and reach for the bottle and take a sip.

“What Foxy said the other day, when it all went to shit once more. Was a lie. I haven’t been with anyone since I found out she lied to me three years ago. She lied only about certain things. I was sleeping with her up until you turned eighteen. But I stopped the moment I became yours.”

“But you aren’t mine, or have you ever been? If I was yours and you were mine, then you wouldn’t have claimed her and believed her lies. You should have been man enough to come to me instead of pushing me away and treating me like shit. So that tells me you had feelings for her. That I meant nothing, a bet, a joke. A tool to be used to get what you wanted with my family. To keep the alliance alive. I meant nothing to you, Savage, and I never will. Rebel is who needs you and you need to be the man I know you can be, for her sake.” I tell him the truth and he looks at me like the last bit of hope he was desperately clinging to has snapped.

“Angel, I did and still do love you. Hell, you shot me. I know you could have killed me if you really wanted to, but you didn’t. Why was that? And don’t say you weren’t aiming because you were. I’m sorry for not believing you when you presented the evidence. Foxy, she told us her father disowned her and he would make her a club whore if she was to ever return.” He takes a swig of his drink before he continues.

“Hell, I woke up one morning from having a heavy night to find her naked beside me. I can’t remember sleeping with her. In fact, I can’t remember much from that night. She told me we fucked. Then the pictures arrived and so did the fake pregnancy. I was angry and the fool I am I believed her. I have known Foxy the same amount of time I have known you. She was a friend. I believed her blindly, and I lost the one thing I truly wanted. I lost you and our child. I regret it every single day. I know I hurt you. I know what happened to you was because of me. I’m sorry, please baby, I’m so fucking sorry.” He bursts into tears and I move closer to him.

He was my friend for years and I have loved him since I was six years old. I hug him as he breaks down and I fight the clogging in my throat and the tears that sting my nose.

“Ryder, look at me.” I say softly as he moves back and looks into my eyes.

“I will always love you. You were my first love, my first everything. You need to be the man I know you can be for Rebel. Please, Ryder, don’t torture yourself. What’s done is done. I’m no longer the woman, you know. I’m sorry, Ryder, I can’t be what you want and need anymore. You broke me, you hurt me. I can never …” He kisses me, cutting me off. Stealing my breath as the tears fall from my eyes as he pulls me onto his lap.

His tongue slowly and seductively massaging against mine as his hand moves to the back of my neck, holding me in place as he devours my mouth like a man starved. I don’t fight him. I give in shamelessly. He breaks the kiss and my head is dizzy. We are both panting, looking into each other’s eyes like a fire has been lit.

“You are mine, Angel Maria Moretti. You always were and always will be. I love you Angel. I have loved you since the first time I met you and I am so fucking sorry that I messed everything up. Please believe me. You hold my heart in your hands. You always did.” He presses his forehead against mine and I close my eyes. I can’t do this. I can’t do this, not again.

“Savage.”

“That’s not my name and you know it. Say it, say my name Angel.” He growls at me.

“Ryder.”

“Good girl.” He says with a growl when he is on me again. I can feel the walls I built around my heart begin to crack.

“Get a room, you two. I don’t need to see my niece dry humping, thank you very much.” I pull away, feeling the heat in my cheeks at my uncle G’s words as the men and women who I notice are new to the club all chuckle. Did he get rid of the whores and replace them with new women?

I gulp, biting my bottom lip as I see the fire that has been lit in his eyes. He stands with me in his hold. I wrap my legs around his waist. His hands go to my ass as he squeezes me and I squirm but moan softly.