The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 74

Angel POV.

It has been a few months since the wedding, and everything has been great. There have been no issues. Ryder went on a run two weeks ago. He didn’t want to go with me being so close to my due date. I’m not due for another two weeks, but I told him it would be fine. And I was right. He arrives in the morning.

We talk every morning and night. He is on the gun run for my family, so it’s business as usual. I have no worries about him cheating on me. This MC doesn’t do that. If he ever cheated on me, it wouldn’t be worth his life just to get his dick wet.

So here I am sitting on the sofa having a zoom meeting with Cass and Alessa about the latest auction they took down. Apparently, it was in a hail of bullets. They got out all the victims and killed everyone who was inside. Even though I can’t be there physically, I have my team working on locations.

It was the biggest one we took out. Apparently, there were people like government officials and dignitaries from other countries that were there, and they are all dead. I was worried when they told me. But then again, it’s Cassandria DeAngelis, and she is untouchable. She could walk in to the white house and put a gun to the president’s head without anyone batting an eye. She is that dangerous.

I groan slightly at the pain as it slowly moves across my bump. I have been having them since two o’clock this morning, but I know I have a while to go yet. My OBGYN has said I can try to give birth vaginally, but if it gets too much, then it will be a C-Section. I wanted to try at least before having the procedure done.

“Hey, you ok?” Alessa asks as she too rubs her growing bump. She told us the day after the wedding that she and Ivar were expecting their first child. She still goes on missions but doesn’t participate, her team does that for her. According to Ivar, he just wants her to be in the safety of her office, but Alessa likes to be in the field, right in the thick of it. So she compromised instead. She is still in the field but directs instead.

“Yeah, just a little contraction. Nothing to worry about. I have hours yet.” I tell her and she goes wide eyed.

“Shouldn’t you, you know, haul your fat ass to the hospital?” she asks, panicking, and I stare at her with my mouth open. Did she just call my ass fat? Why the cheeky little bitch!

“Hey, it’s not fat, it’s just extra padding. You cushion for the pushing,” I say with a chuckle and Cass laughs, shaking her head.

“You have all this to come, Lessy. We will be laughing at you when you need a push out of your chair.” She says and Alessa growls into the camera. We continue the meeting without anymore contractions.

Once we are done, I stand up and hear a pop. I look around as I feel the tickle down my bare thigh. I look down and try to see over the massive bump. FUCK!

I bend, reaching for my phone and dial Ryder, but it just rings, no answer. Shit! I dial my momma instead.

“Angel, are you ok?” she asks and I groan as I have another contraction.

“No, I need you here like now! My water has just broken, and I’ve been having contractions since the early hours. I’ve tried to ring Ryder, but he must be riding.” I say in between breaths.

“Ok, hang tight, ring Deanna. She is closer to you. I will get to you shortly. Where is Rebel?” she asks and I pant as the pain disappears.

“She is with Scar at the clubhouse.” I say as I grip the back of the sofa and waddle towards the closet by the front door, which has my delivery bag inside.

“Ok, hang up. I will try to get hold of Ryder.” She says when I hear the door open and I look up as the door opens wider, I grab my gun and end the call and take aim.

“Ryder.” I lower my gun and he looks at me in shock. I groan and bend as my hand goes to my bump. The gun drops to the floor as my free hand now holds the wall. I feel his hands on me as he takes my weight. More water leaves me.

“Jesus, how long have you been like this?” he asks and I breathe through it.

“Not long. My waters have not long broken, but I’ve been getting contractions since the early hours. I tried to call you but you didn’t answer. How are you here?” I ask him once the pain goes and I straighten up.

“I knew something wasn’t right last night, so I came home. Left the bike at the clubhouse and took the truck. Good thing I did,” He says with a chuckle. He lifts me and carries me upstairs to the bedroom.

“Ryder, I need to get to the hospital now.” I say to him and he paces me on the bed and jogs to the walk-in. How is he so fucking calm?

“Relax Angel, we have hours yet. Besides, you can’t go in wet shorts. You will be uncomfortable.” He says as he takes out my pyjama pants and clean underwear. Or my granny pants, as he calls them. Don’t dis the granny pants they are every pregnant woman’s dream. Comfy and warm.

He takes them to the bathroom and turns the shower on. He comes back, stripping his clothes as he helps me stand and strips me of my wet shorts and underwear and my top. He walks me to the shower and gets me and himself washed. Once we are done. He helps me get dried as I have another contraction.

“Breathe Angel, you can do this,” he says as I copy his breathing. Once again it goes and he helps me into my underwear, complete with a pad. He helps me put on my pyjama pants and his hoodie. He gets dried and dressed at record speed.

He carries me down the stairs, grabbing my delivery bag and pregnancy notes, and we are on the way to the hospital.

His hand is in mine the entire drive to the hospital. My groans fill the air and he squeezes my hand, offering me words of encouragement. Again, how is he so damn fucking calm? Shouldn’t he be freaking the fuck out like I am?

“It will be over soon, just breath through each peak.” He says and I look at him like he is crazy.