The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 3

Harmony POV.

I have watched and observed my captures. They think they are slick that I don’t know that they are waiting for tonight to send me to the biggest auction of the year on New Year’s Eve.

These people, especially Felicity and the club president Hank, are clouded by greed that they haven’t realised the massive fuck up they have committed by taking me hostage. It has been three weeks since I was taken and I have learned much from being here.

Felicity the first day beat me while I was restrained, but I broke her nose with an epic head butt. She wanted me raped, but Hank had sense. He told her they would get more money if I remained intact. In other words, a virgin. She didn’t like that at all, but she finally agreed.

I spend my days sitting and watching, listening and plotting. These people are idiots. Plain and simple.

Clearly, they have forgotten something really important about me. I chuckle to myself. They forget that no auction house will ever take me knowing who my family is. After all, the auctions make a lot of money on this night from the big players from across the world. So why would they jeopardise their clients for one woman who isn’t worth the hassle? Did I explain this to the dynamic duo? Absolutely not. They will learn the hard way.

Whilst I have been sitting here, I have learnt that some of the members aren’t happy about the way the club has gone, including Hank’s son, Garett, or Lucky, as he is known by his brothers.

He is kind to me; I was wary at first, but he would talk and I would listen like a good little captive. He told me how he got his road name and that he was leaving breadcrumbs for my family to find me. Do I trust him? No. I’m not that naïve.

I hardly eat and when I do, I only accept food that Lucky brings me after he has taken a bite to show me it’s safe, same as the water. I’m not falling for him because that would be just stupid.

Anyway, Lucky got his road name after he crashed his bike and narrowly avoided death as he rolled under the semi-truck that he crashed into. He told me he only had minor scrapes and was unharmed. I wonder where his mother is?

But never mind that, I know I am being moved tonight and I hope that when the master of ceremonies takes one look at me with my Moretti traits and runs for the hills. If not, then well, I will have to do what my momma trained me to do. Cause mayhem.

Hank has a pep in his step today, and all I see in his dead eyes are dollar signs. He won’t make a cent out of me and he certainly won’t live past tonight. From what the brothers have been saying, well, the ones who are excited about this. They have mentioned that this auction doesn’t just auction off men, women, and children. No, they auction exotics. Not your normal auction for drugs and guns. No, they auction animals.

One new subspecies in particular. A black Patger. Apparently, it is a hybrid crossed with a black panther and a tiger. I too would like to see this but not to buy. If you believe what they are saying, it is to be used in combat. Well, we shall see about that.

“Tonight Harmony, you will meet your new owner. Isn’t that exciting? You will live how you should be, in pain.” He laughs before he walks away and I roll my eyes. I haven’t been drugged a lot lately since someone swopped their ketamine with their usual drugs, which disappeared.

I laughed as the bad brothers all took naps they were out for two days. I was still restrained, but I was allowed to go for a walk. I tried to run and so I was back to sitting against the wall with a metal collar around my throat and shackles on my wrists and ankles. I got a beating that day from both Hank and Felicity. Worth it!

Felicity walks to me, swigging from the bottle of Jack in her hand. This bitch really needs to lay off the drugs and booze. She is stick thin and looking more and more like a cracked up whore.