Savage POV.
It has been weeks of constant calls to the Moretti’s for updates on my daughter and woman. My mom and dad have also been calling, and each time we deal with Teagan. Gianni sends me pictures of them both. Just seeing them both makes me smile.
I send messages every day to Angel; she reads them but never responds. I have left voicemails too. But nothing, I won’t stop though.
I’m so proud of Angel. Gianni sent me a video of her walking and holding on during one of her sessions, the sheer concentration on her face, the way her tongue poked out of the side of her mouth, every grunt, strain, and grimace. But the smile on her face when she completed it made my heart swell with pride.
I even cheered when she got to the end. Everyone in the clubhouse looked at me like I’d lost my mind. But whatever, if I can’t be there in person giving her the encouragement, I will do it from afar.
“Son. Can you come to the office when you get a minute, please?” My dad says from the side and I look up at him and nod my head. I got back a couple of hours ago from being on a run for the club to deal with the aftermath of the sister club and their betrayal.
Dad is still president for the time being. I spiralled out of control and started drinking heavily, anything to fill that void in my chest, but it doesn’t work. We also have new club girls, but I stay away from them. Alessa and her team pop in from time to time for updates. Alessa even vetted the new girls for us, claiming that men only think with their dicks when it comes to fresh pussy. My mom was behind her all the way, so was I, if I’m being honest.
The new club girls know to leave the members who are married or in committed relationships alone and if any brother who is married or in a committed relationship tries anything with them, they are to come to me directly. We aren’t like the other clubs; we respect our ole ladies and those who are potential ole ladies. So there will be no cheating in this club. Any member found doing it is dealt with and their woman is informed and it is then up to her to make the decision to either end the relationship or make him suffer.
I stand and walk to the office and take a seat. My mom is here as well. She is sat on his lap. She smiles at me and I smile back. Even though I know it’s all fake. I’m not truly happy. I’ve even considered going nomad.
Nomads are brothers who aren’t tied to any club but can be called on when shit hits the fan. Rogue riders as it were. But I shut that down as soon as the thought occurred. I can’t leave my princess’s that would be selfish of me.
“We ride out of tomorrow morning. You are needed with us.” My dad starts and I look at him and nod my head. I’ve just got back, but whatever. I know why he is doing this. He is keeping me busy. So I don’t go to the Moretti mansion and get myself killed. What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.
“Where?” I ask, not really caring. I have become a loose cannon lately. They have been sending me to deal with people who are trying to cause trouble. The amount of times I have come back here covered in blood, I have lost count. I always ride past Angel’s old house in the hopes that this is all a bad fucking dream. But I know it’s not.
“To see your daughter, that’s where.” My mom says and I look at her like I’ve just been slapped. She smiles at me and I stand up.
“You mean … I get to see them?” I ask in disbelief. This is like Christmas, birthdays, all the holidays have come at once.
“Only Rebel. Angel isn’t ready to see anyone just yet. We will be staying in the guest house on the Moretti grounds. You, me and your mom. Teagan called me last night. Angel is more than willing to allow us to see Rebel. Angel is still healing, and not all of her memories have come back. So we leave at six. We will get there for just after nine.” My dad says and I wipe the tears away. God, how I have missed them both.
At least I can see Rebel. Angel maybe in time. I understand she is still healing and no doubt seeing me again will cause her distress. As much as I wanted to storm the Moretti mansion to bring them both back. I knew that was a death sentence. But I watched from a far. Gianni helped with that. He had me hidden as I watched like a creep as my daughter ran around playing with the guards. Of course, Boomer and some of the Moretti dogs as well.
“Ok, are we taking the bikes or the SUV?” I ask and mom smiles at me.
“I’m taking the SUV. I have a lot of presents for our little princess, so you and your dad can ride out. Go and pack what you need for the weekend. We will be leaving Sunday night to get back here.” She says and I walk to her as she stands and I hug her. My mom is a beautiful soul.
“Thank you mom, thank you dad. I will go and get ready. God, I can’t wait to see Rebel again. That little girl is the air I fucking live and breathe.” I say and she chuckles, and so does my dad. I turn and walk out of the office and make my way back through the clubhouse, only to stop in my tracks. You can hear a pin drop. Everyone is on edge and with good fucking reason.
I take in the sight before me. I gulp the lump in my throat. My hands begin to sweat as I look at her.
“Hello Ryder.” She says, and I swallow the lump in my throat. I step closer to her and stop looking around to make sure everyone else is seeing this as well. All eyes are on her.
“Can I ask why you are here?” I ask her, and she smirks at me as she steps forward with confidence and grace. Yet this woman is dangerous and we all fucking know it. One word, one command, one flick of her fingers, and we will all be dead.
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