The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 49

Angel POV.

It’s quiet, too quiet. Then I remember Rebel is with her dad. She sees him every weekend at his home. It has been five months, but it gives me time to rest and think. I’m moving around on my own now. I’m not as fast as I used to be, but it doesn’t take me half an hour to walk down the damn stairs.

My memories have come back now, all of them. I need to speak to Ryder about what happened in that barn. But I’m not sure it will go down well. He blames himself and I didn’t help matters. However, in my defence, I didn’t remember shit. But now, I do.

I sigh as I rip the quilt away and shuffle to the end of the bed, placing my feet on the floor and push myself up. I stretch and twist my back before I walk to the bathroom.

I have gained a bit of weight now that I don’t have a feeding tube and I’m back to what I was before the shit hit the fan. Foxy is dead, they all are. Do I feel bad about that? No, I don’t.

She caused so much stress and pain. I only fulfilled my promise to her. I killed her. She is gone and nothing can hurt Rebel again. I lost too much because of that evil bitch, but no more.

After I have done my business and washed my hands, I walk back into my room and sit on the bed. My phone pings with a message and I know it’s Ryder. He messages me every day and leaves voicemails. I never respond. It’s more shame for me than anything.

I was so horrible to him in the hospital. After all he did, was stay by my side. I know I need to put my big girl panties on and talk to him, but where do I start?

I open the message and see a video. I press play, and I smile as I watch Rebel making pancakes with Ryder standing beside her. His bare muscular back is to the camera and his grey sweats hang low under the dimples in his back. I hear Deanna asking what they are doing as Rebel turns smiling, telling her she is making pancakes. I watch, smiling as he helps Rebel mix the batter when she flicks the spoon and some of the batter lands on his handsome face.

He smiles down at her and she giggles as he kisses her all over her face, smearing the batter on her. I chuckle when the video ends and he looks into the camera with a gorgeous smile on his face. My breath catches in my throat.

Yes, I love him, but can I give in after everything that has happened?

I stand and head to the walk-in closet and grab my gym gear out and put it on. Clad in my yoga pants and sports bra. I leave the room and begin the task of getting down the stairs. Finally, I reach the bottom and head to the kitchen and see my dad making breakfast.

“Hey dad.” I say as I walk towards him. He looks at me and smiles as I walk to his side. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and kisses my head.

“Principessa, you hungry?” he asks and I nod my head when he moves me to a stool next to the island and I sit down as he places a drink in front of me and gets back to cooking. Dad always cooks on the weekends. He loves doing it. He says it’s the only time we all get to be together, that and dinner times.

“Dad, what do I do?” I ask him and he stops before he plates up the food and brings me over a plate with a sigh. He sits opposite me and I look at the food on my plate. Sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs and toast.

“With what?” he asks and I look up at him, biting my bottom lip.

“Ryder. What do I do about Ryder?” I say, and he looks at me with a sad expression on his face.

“Only you can make that call, Angel. All I will say is don’t follow your head or heart, follow your gut. Because principessa, your gut is never wrong.” He says, cutting into his breakfast as everyone else enters the kitchen. Mom kisses me, and so does everyone else.

“Thanks dad. I have things to deal with today. Can I borrow the car?” I ask and he looks at me with a wink and I look at my momma. And she has a sly smirk on her lips. Great. She knows.

“Ohhh, where are you going?” Nate asks and I just narrow my eyes at him as I stab my sausage with my fork and his eyes widen.

“I don’t think you have to know that now, do you, brother?” I ask with a wink and Nico is busy scrolling through this phone and he gasps and we all look at him. But his eyes are on me. His eyes widen and I look at him.

“What? What is it?” I ask as I place my fork down. And he squirms in his seat and puts his phone away.

“It’s nothing, nothing at all. Just finish your breakfast. Why do you need to drive? Are you even strong enough to be driving right now, Angel?” he is diverting the attention. Ok, I will play his little game.

“No, I’m not. That is why you are coming with me. We are going to see the Princes Of Darkness. It’s time I speak to Ryder.” I tell him and he chokes on his drink. Juice coming out of his nose. Gross!