The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 47

Angel POV.

My memories have slowly begun to return. But it doesn’t matter. I have to focus on here and now. It has been weeks since I left the hospital with my momma.

I knew who she was when I opened my eyes. I mean, she is my momma. How could I not know her? I started physiotherapy to help with walking again and it’s hard. I’m like Bambi on ice.

Learning to walk again and to regain strength is hard, but I do it. When I’m not learning to walk again, I spend a lot of time with my little princess. Rebel. She hasn’t left my side, and she does ask for her father.

After what I heard in the hospital that night, some of my memories came back. The crash, the rape, the loss of my unborn baby, and that is something I can’t forget for now.

“That’s it Angel. One more.” I’m currently walking, holding on to what I can only describe as ballet bars. One foot in front of the other. I’m slow, but Rome wasn’t built in a day.

“Ok, that’s it. I need a break.” I say, sweat dripping from my face and back. Yes, very attractive. My parents made sure I have the very best round-the-clock care from regarded trained professionals. Everyone in this mansion I call home is always there to help.

Even my brothers are. My dad is away on business. Yeah, I know what that means. But uncle G is here and didn’t go with him. Uncle G has been acting weird lately, but whatever he can keep his secrets.

No one has mentioned Ryder other than Rebel. I can’t handle seeing him or speaking to him just yet. But every time I think of him, I get an ache deep inside of me. Like I’m missing something. A part of me that is missing.

“Where’s your head at Angel?” I look at my brother Nate, as he walks to me and takes my arm in his as he walks with me towards the chair and I sit down with a groan. Ohhh, that is nice.

“No where. I’m OK,” I say to him and he raises an eyebrow at me. He knows I’m lying. He is my twin, after all. He knows everything, apparently.

“Ok, I’m not going to push you to tell me. You will when you are ready.” He says and I nod my head at him as I lean back and look up at the high ceiling with a chandelier that is dangling. Who the hell cleans that? Like why would you risk your life for something shiny?

“Thanks Nate. Where is my girl?” I ask because he was watching her and he looks at me and looks away.

“She is with Nico, giving him a makeover.” He says and I chuckle. Oh, lord. Poor Nico. Rebel’s makeovers consist of bright pink lipstick, electric blue eyeshadow, and red cheeks. She also has tea parties with the guards and makes them wear pink tutus and plastic crowns. I even have the evidence to prove it, too.

“Deanna and Hatchet called momma this morning. They want to see Rebel.” He tells me as one of the maids brings us drinks and snacks. I thank her and wait until she leaves the room.

“I have no problem with them seeing her. She is as much a member of their family as she is ours. Rebel has been asking for him and I know momma is mad, but she needs to know that Rebel is my child, not hers.” I tell him, and he nods in understanding.

“I agree. Momma means well, but she is getting out of hand.” He mumbles into his glass of juice and I nod once again, agreeing.

“I get it. I was in a coma for three months and emotions were high. Granted, I haven’t recovered all of my memories and I don’t think I want to. That being said, Ryder is her father and if he wants a relationship with her, he has that right.” I say and he smiles at me as he places his glass down on the table.

“Have you spoken to him?” I shake my head no. How can I speak to him? What am I to say to him?

“No, I don’t know what to say to him. There is a lot that has happened, and I’m not ready to address any of it. It’s like one thing after another. The past is the past. My focus is on getting better and being a better mom for Rebel.” I say and he chuckles and I look at him.

“When did you get so … old?” I hit him in the chest and he laughs.

“I will have you know. We are the same age doofus. Besides, I’m not old, I’m established.” I say and he laughs loud at that. Idiot!

“I’m robbing that saying. That is awesome. I’m not old, I’m established. I get you though, sis. You have so much on your plate as it is. You know, learning to walk again, wiping your own ass.” Why the little … I hit him upside his head. Motherfucker.