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

Harmony POV.

We have been driving for a while with no breaks, so I have slept for the most part of the journey. I can’t tell if it’s still daylight, but I have a feeling it is starting to get dark. I hope that what Lucky told me is true and that my family is coming for me. If not, then it looks like I will have to fight my way out.

“We are here.” Lucky says, and I groan and pretend to come round.

“Looks like she will need another dose.” One of the bad brothers says and Lucky sighs.

“No, too much will kill her and we need her lucid to stand on the stage. So no more. Besides, her new owners will knock her out before transport.” Lucky tells the idiot and the man grunts and agrees. Lucky takes a breath.

“It won’t be much longer now Harmony, it will be over soon.” He says, and I nod my head.

“I know, thank you Lucky.” I say when the van doors are open and the van jostles when whoever has entered to lift me and take me out. I’m carried over a shoulder again as we enter a building. The warm air hits me and I can hear the screams and whimpers of people who are here to be auctioned. I’m placed on my feet and the bag is ripped from my head and I stagger. Blinking to clear my vision.

“Well, take her in there and get her changed.” Felicity says my upper arm is grabbed and I’m yanked into a side room and I stumble over my feet as I come face to face with a woman who looks like she has just stepped out of a magazine. She is beautiful. Her hair is long and red, she has brown eyes, high cheekbones, a rack to die for, and her face is made up perfectly.

“I will get her ready. You can both leave.” She says, and the door is opened again and closed.

“No, please, where am I? What will happen to me?” I ask, backing away, pretending to be terrified.

“Calm yourself. I am not going to hurt you. You are safe.” She says, and I stop and watch as she transforms before my eyes. Her dark hair changes to blonde. Her brown eyes turn honey coloured and I gasp.

“Momma.” I say to her and she hugs me.

“Oh baby, did they hurt you?” she asks me and I shake my head no, because they didn’t really hurt me.

“Look, don’t worry about a thing. We are all here and waiting. But I need you to keep up this pretence. You need to wear this and still act like you are out of it.” She holds up a black teddy and I cringe. I have never worn lingerie before and she wants me to wear it to go out on stage like I’m some prize poodle.

“Momma, I …” I try to protest.

“You can and you will. You have to. The club is waiting to storm the building. It is only the Mother’s Revenge that is in the auditorium. The master of ceremonies is checking the merchandise now and you are the last one to arrive. Do this and we will attack before you head out. He is going to be dubious about putting you out there, but I am going to convince him, pleading to the greed in him. So play along.” She tells me and I nod my head when she transforms again and I just watch in awe.

“That is so fucking cool.” I say, and she winks at me, running her hands down her curves.

“I like this one. I may use it later tonight.” I make a face at her and she laughs.

“Go and change Harmony.” She says nodding towards a door and I walk over to it with the scrap of material in my hand.

“Package received. Be ready.” I hear her say as I strip out of my clothes and see a shower, so I use it quickly. Thank god I wax or I would be like a tarantula. Once I have washed, I throw on the teddy and it’s a size too small. My breasts are spilling out and I walk back to my momma, pulling the thong out of my ass. Damn butt munch.

There are two other women in the room now. “Do her hair and make-up. I want her polished and shining before she leaves this room.” Momma says and I scowl at her and she walks to me and I flinch away when she slaps me across my face.

“You will not look me in the eye, you will bow your head, slave.” She spits and I whimper and lower my head. I know this is all part of the act, but momma has never raised a hand to me before and I can see from the corner of my eye she has tears in her eyes.

“Girls, make her presentable.” She says, clapping her hands together before she walks out of the room.