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

Harmony POV.

Once we arrived at my family’s private jets, I could see some of the members of the MC standing watch, armed to the teeth. Even some of the mafia guards were with them and some girls from the Mother’s Revenge. They all rallied for me. It brings tears to my eyes.

If they didn’t come for me when they did, this would have been a very different ending to these events.

The brothers and the mafia guards all averted their eyes when Maverick carried me towards the stairs of the private jet.

“No one shoots my cat or there will be hell to pay!” I say loud enough as Mystique walks behind us. Maverick groans and I know he is thinking I’m crazy. Maybe I am. But Mystique is unique and all I want to do is protect her.

Seeing her in that cage, scared and uneasy, broke my heart. She is a living, breathing, beautiful creature. She deserves better than that and I intend to give that to her.

“We need to sedate her and get her in a cage, Harmony. She can’t just lie down. There isn’t enough room.” Maverick tried to tell me, but I’m bull-headed and I ignored his words. Besides, where would we find a cage big enough, tranqs, and a cargo plane for her on such short notice? We wouldn’t.

“Mystique, come on sweet girl. Ignore the big bully.” I say in a cooing kind of voice as she walks with grace up the stairs. The way her shoulders roll with each elegant step makes me smile. Could this be her first time having so much freedom? Has she been stuck in a cage all her life? Only allowed out to train and follow commands like she is some kind of puppet?

The things humans do all for greed and power. It sickens me, it really does.

Maverick carries me into the bedroom at the back of the jet and settles me on the bed as doc enters, giving me a full checkup. I know I’ve lost a bit of weight and have bruised wrists, throat, and ankles but I’m ok.

The door opens, and my momma steps inside and pulls me into a hug. She is sobbing and apologising for striking me, and I know it hurt her more than it hurt me.

“It’s ok momma, I know you did it to make them believe you were one of them. It’s ok, I’m fine.” I say, stroking the back of her head as we cling to each other.

“No matter, I shouldn’t have done it, and it killed me to strike you. I will never raise a hand to any of my babies. Are you ok?” she says to me and I nod my head at her. She looks me over and turns to speak to doc and he tells her I’m fine. Nothing some food, fluids, and a long sleep won’t fix. He isn’t wrong. I could sleep for a week and eat my weight in some greasy food.

“Here, put these on and I’m sorry for making you wear that teddy and heels. But hey, you didn’t fall over thin air, so that’s progress.” Seriously? She has to mention how clumsy I am? Thanks a bunch, mom.

I take the clothes from her and remove the shoes from my feet before I stand and walk into the bathroom and strip out of this scrap of fabric and pull on my pyjamas and hoodie. I scrub my face to get rid of the make-up and brush my teeth four times, floss, and swill with mouthwash, before I pull my long blonde hair into a bun before pulling the hood up over my head and leave the bathroom.