The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 37

Angel POV.

I lost both of my kids because of her. She took my daughter and my unborn child away from me, all because of what my family did to her sick cunt of a father? Her day of reckoning is coming and it will be me who ends her once and for all. Even if it means me dying too. She will never be able to hurt my family again.

I will break down once I have Rebel safely back in my arms. Until then, I will keep pushing until I find her. Boomer is following the trail and has stopped and I know why. This was where we were ambushed. I stop the SUV and climb out.

I see the marks on the road. Bits of broken glass that hasn’t been swept away properly. My boots click on the tarmac with each step I take. I see a dark patch on the ground and I know that is from the gasoline that was spilt. I look straight ahead in the direction they took off.

The rumble of bikes behind me doesn’t stop me. I walk forward with Boomer in front of me. I stare straight ahead. I will find you, my baby girl. Mommy and daddy are coming to get you, don’t be scared.

“Angel.” I look behind me and see Ryder as he walks towards me. I turn and face the way I was. The sound of a phone cuts through the silence.

“Prez. We found the van.” I turn and look at Ice and walk towards him and take the phone from him and I look at the image sent to him by Rosena.

“Where is it?” I ask, and he takes the phone back just as a message appears.

“The next town over, north of here. I will send you the coordinates now.” He says as I turn and run to my SUV. I whistle as Boomer jumps in and I speed off. The phone beeps with a message and I look at it as I drive with one hand on the wheel as I punch in the coordinates into the GPS and follow the directions.

I drive with all abandon as I reach the coordinates of where the van was dumped as I approach. I shut the engine off and climb out and groan as I grab the door. I breathe through the pain. I will be ok. I will be ok. Right now, finding Rebel is more important. I take a staggering step forward as I approach the van.

I pant as I wobble as I step forward, pushing the pain aside. I feel something gush from between my legs, but I don’t care. I need to find my daughter.

Grabbing my gun, I hold it down as I move to the van and lift it as I check the inside. Boomer jumps in and sniffs the back of the van.

“Good boy. Find her.” I say as I slump against the van and slide down onto the ground. Black dots dance in my vision, but I shake my head when hands grab me up and I rest my head against his chest.

“Rest princess, we will find her,” he says and I feel myself slip. The last thing I hear is Ryder shouting orders before I blackout.

Waking up, I’m back in a hospital bed. I try to move but I feel heavy. I look around and see Ryder asleep in the chair next to my bed with his head by my leg, his hand in mine.

“Ryder, Ryder. Wake up.” I say, and he shoots up, looking around frantically when his eyes land on me.

“Why am I back here?” I ask him and he moves to climb up on the bed and gently pulls me to his chest.

“You lost a lot of blood. You have to stay here. You aren’t going anywhere, Angel.” He tells me and I try to move when I look down and see I’m cuffed to the damn bed.

“No, I need to find her. Please, Ryder. Please let me find her.” I say, my throat choking with emotion as he brushes my hair from my face.