The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 29

Angel POV.

I wake up feeling a warm body behind me, his arm slung over my waist. I turn my head and see his sleeping face. What the fuck have I done? This was not meant to happen!

I lift his arm and climb out of bed. I hear him move and I stop as I look at him as he hugs the pillow I was sleeping on. I take a breath and grab my underwear and skirt, quickly slipping them on. I find the torn shirt and put it on, tying it in a knot at the front. Grab my shoes and walk to the door.

“Angel, where are you going?” I stop with my hand on the handle. I turn to look at him as he sits up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The quilt has fallen to his lap, giving me the view of his muscular chest and eight pack abs.

“What happened last night was a mistake and won’t happen again. Goodbye Savage.” I open the door and walk out.

“Angel, wait!” he shouts, but I keep walking down the hallway into the main room. Most people are still asleep. But I see uncle G and Marco watching me drinking coffee with smirks on their faces. I shake my head, telling them not to start.

“Angel.” He grabs my wrist and I stop in my tracks. I turn to face him. He is wearing shorts at least. Thank Christ for that.

“What do you want, Savage?” I ask keeping my eyes on his face and not the muscles in his chest that not so long ago I was licking, biting and sucking. I even see hickeys on his throat. What have I done?

“What do you mean, it was a mistake? I thought we were making progress?” I laugh at this. He thinks we were making progress? Fuck no! my eyes wander down to his chest. I see something I didn’t see last night or this morning. A tattoo over his heart. It says P O A M. What does that even mean? I look away and up at his face.

“You ever heard of a one-night stand? What am I saying? Of course you have. I had an itch that needed scratching. You were there, job done. Now remove your hand from my wrist. I have places to be.” I say to him and he looks hurt before his jaw tightens and he lets me go.

“So that’s it. You fuck me and try to sneak away? That is not happening, Angel. You are mine.” He steps closer, but I step back, not wanting him crowding me.

“That’s the whole concept of a one-night stand Savage. Oh, and for your information, I’m not yours. So back the fuck up!” I say as more of the members come out to the bar to see what is going on. What is this, some werewolf fantasy? Hell no! I am not an object he can claim.

“You’ve turned in to a real bitch, you know that?” He sneers at me and I smile, nodding my head. I won’t rise to him. He isn’t worth it.

“Yeah, I know. Great isn’t it? Now, if you don’t mind, I need to shower and get on with my day. See you around Savage.” I turn when he stops me again with a low growl.

“No, no more running away, Angel. You felt it too. I fucking love you. It took you leaving for me to truly realise that. Angel, I have, in my own way, always fucking loved you, and I fucked it up royally. I know deep down you love me, too. If you want to say you only love me because we created that beautiful little girl together, then so be it. But you know deep down it’s true. I can’t let you walk away from us, not again. Please Angel, I never fucking beg for anything. I would drop to my damn knees like a dog and beg you. Don’t do this. Don’t do this to us. Even though I know it is what I deserve. I have changed Angel. Please.” He says he is being sincere, and he is telling the truth.

He steps closer to me, but I don’t move. His fingers go to under my chin and he lifts my face up to look in his blue eyes.

“I love you Angel Moretti. I know my girl is in that hard shell and I know I was the one who put her there. I will break that shell princess and you know I will.” my hands move to his chest and I feel the steady beat of his heart. I look back at that tattoo. My fingers move on their own as I trace each letter.