The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 58

Savage POV.

It has been two months since what went down with the Hell Raiders MC and the betrayers of our club. My father was released three days after he was shot. He wanted to leave sooner but my mom put her foot down with him even though he grumbled about it. I know he loves it when mom goes all alpha female on him.

Angel, well, she is a different story. She moved back here into my house. She hasn’t been punished yet because the punishment I have for her requires her to be naked. I won’t be forgetting about what she did anytime soon and I will wait until she is ready to open that part of herself to me once more. I’m not pushing her for that step. She will decide when she is ready for that.

I have taken back my position as president of the club and my first order of business is to raise the issue about the club girls. I’m not comfortable with them being here or even being a part of this club. I know many of the ole ladies have fears that their men will stray and if I’m being honest; it is an old practice. I don’t want Angel to feel worried or insecure that I will stray. Which I never would. I have learnt my lesson long ago.

Ice, Rosena, and Simon found a lot of nasty shit on the computers that were lifted from the Hell Raiders clubhouse. Manifests of women, guns, and product. Auction sites and dates. It would seem they were doing this for a while, but no more. I told Angel, and she called an emergency meeting with the other heads. I was privy to that meeting as the prez of the MC.

She is working with Alessa to take the auctions down, one auction at a time. But when one falls, another one pops up. It is a monumental task, but I know my woman she will not stop until she stops them all together.

They have enlisted the help of the Mafia Queen Cassandria DeAngelis. She was the first female Donna. She and her husband, Matteo DeAngelis, rule over every crime family in the criminal underworld. That includes not only the mafia but expands to the Triads and the Yakuza as well.

Of course, we know who they are, but we don’t get involved with them or their businesses. The mafia king and queen have faced their issues, just like all of us. Her story, though, is heartbreaking. Angel only told me so much and from what I was told, I have held her tighter and closer to me since that night.

I wait for my men to enter the conference room so I can start church. I want this over and dealt with so I can get to my girls. Rebel being the rebel she is has her first lesson today and I am her teacher, after all.

She wanted a bike, so I bought her one. Angel freaked the fuck out, thinking I was getting her a bicycle. I did, I’m not that bad. I just stripped it down and made it look like a motorbike. I worked on it myself, it even has stabilisers. It’s pink pearlescent, with a unicorn decal on the cover that would be the tank. She even has a full bike visor helmet in pink and a little pink leather cut, with daddy’s Princess embossed on it with the club patch.

I smile, knowing she will absolutely fucking love it. The doors open and I watch as my men walk in and take their seats. The door closes and I look at each of them.

“Ok, guys. I want to bring this to your attention as it needs to go to a vote. The club girls. The practice is outdated and I want to get rid of them all. I don’t want there to be club girls here anymore. It makes our women uncomfortable when the girls are around. You all know my reasons why and it’s not that I would ever be tempted. I want a fresh start for this club. We saved women from being auctioned and trafficked. Can we say honestly that what we do is any different? We use them for our pleasure. They may come willingly into this club, but they cause problems. Patch chasers. How many of you have argued with your ole ladies about them in the past?” I wait for them to speak because I know some of them have had issues with their women when they are here and see the club girls.

“This is bullshit, Savage. We know to keep our dicks in our pants when we are here.” I look at him. Some of the members don’t like change, but tough shit.

“Tell me, Reefer, would you allow Eileen to go to a strip club and have half-naked men grind on her? Offering her a night filled with no-strings attached fun?” I say and he glares at me and I know his answer will be a fuck no.

“Fuck that, she wouldn’t …”

“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander. How about I have male strippers here this weekend and you can all feel how our women feel when they see the club girls with us?” I throw the question to them all and they all shake their heads.