The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)
Chapter 11.

TRIGGER WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION! Angel POV.

It has been three months since we moved here. I still haven't been to the clubhouse and Savage respects that. He knows the place holds painful memories for me. Besides, he also knows I don't want our daughter around the whores. That is not the environment I want

Rebel to be around.

Hell, some would say I'm a hypocrite because of what my family does, and I would agree. The difference being my parents managed to keep the dirty side of our world away from us until we were old enough to understand. So really, I'm only doing the same thing. Granted, when I was with Savage, I knew what I was getting myself involved with. But he broke my heart and trust. I wasn't naïve. I knew why those women were there, but I had never seen it, not like I did that day.

My parents stayed a little longer and returned home two months ago. Every day, I speak to them and dad has had one of his men move into the area. He was ready to send them all. Thank god for mom she had to rein him in. Telling him I was capable of protecting myself and his grandbaby without him calling in the troops.

Eventually, he relented and only sent one of his men. Marco's son. Vinnie. He is a good guy and one of my best friends. So when he arrived before my parent's left I was happy. We both cried and have caught up with each other.

He is engaged to a lovely woman called Emma, and she is coming today. I hope we can be friends. It has been hard being here. Having to start over again. I'm still getting used to it.

Coral arrived with Dylan, and Blaze was over the moon. He hasn't left her side. I haven't seen that much of her but it's ok. She is happy and Dylan and her are safe. That is all that matters.

So here we are doing the grocery shopping before Rebel sees Savage later on today. He has been coming over every day to see her. I gave up trying to implement a schedule as he said; she is his daughter, and he is catching up on the lost time he didn't have with her. Who am I to argue with that? He helps with bath times and reads her stories. It hurts my heart that I was so selfish to keep them apart and something I will always regret.

"Soooo, shall we have oatmeal or Frosties?" I look up at the cereal and reach for the oatmeal and drop it in the cart and move to the next section. Hearing a giggle, I ignore it as I get on with the shopping as Rebel kicks her legs, eating her fruity snack as we get the chore done.

"Oh hey, Angel." I stop and look up and see Deanna walking towards me. But it isn't her I'm looking at it's Foxy behind her as well as some of the other women.

"Hey Deanna. How's y'all doing?" I ask as I grab the bag of chips and place them in the cart as she smiles and kisses Rebel on her head. She and Hatchet have been to see her often and they are building a relationship with their granddaughter.

I sat down with both of them and they told me they didn't blame me for running away. They both kicked Savage's ass when they found out what had happened. Hatchet even threatened to kick him out of the club, but Deanna intervened, but it took a while for either of them to forgive him for what happened.

"Nana." Rebel says, but my eyes are fixed on Foxy, who is looking nervous. Good, the bitch is learning her place.

"Yes, sweetie. You being a good girl for your mommy?" She coos at her as the other women coo at her too. Rebel is eating it all up.

"Yeah, she is being a great help." I say with a chuckle, and Deanna smiles.

"Oh, I don't know if Ryder has mentioned it to you. Sunday we are having the family fun day. I know you said you don't want our little Rebel around the clubhouse, and I understand. This is the family get together. There will be none of that stuff happening with the kids around." Her words make me blink. No, he didn't mention that, but I don't blame him, though. I made it clear Rebel was not to be around the clubhouse.

"I will let him know if we can attend." I say to her when Foxy scoffs, and I turn my head to her again. My eyes burning a hole through her head. The bitch is walking on thin fucking ice.

"Oh please, you think you are better than us? Just because you are a mafia princess." Deanna moves in front of me and folds her arms over her chest. The other ole ladies doing the same thing, showing a clear divide in their loyalty.

"Watch your mouth Foxy, or I will make your life a living hell. She is more welcome than you are. So shut your mouth or I will shut it permanently for you. Anyway, why are you hanging round us like a bad smell? You are nothing but a whore, not an ole lady. So go on, git!" she shoos her away. The other women all giggle watching her lay down the law.

Foxy huffs and turns on her heels and stalks away. So much for thinking she is learning her place. It looks like leopards never change their spots.

"She should have been kicked out a long time ago." She says before she turns back to face me with a smile on her face.

"Well, I better get going. You know

what Hatchet is like. Let Ryder know if you are coming. See you soon Angel and say this all the time. It's good to have you back." She kisses my cheek before she places a big kiss on Rebel. The others kiss me too as they wave bye to Rebel and walk off, following behind her.

I sigh as I turn back to Rebel, and we continue with our shopping. Once we are done and everything is placed in bags, we leave the store, making our way into the parking lot. Walking towards my car. I place Rebet in her car-seat and begin to load the trunk when the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Hearing a click. I stop what I'm doing. I know I should have let Vinnie come with me. Fuck!

"Step back slowly and raise your hands." My heart is beating like a salvation army drum in my chest. "Please, I have a child with me." I say when I feel the cold of the barrel pressed into the back of my head.

"Shut up, bitch. I know you do. I'm sending a message to Savage." He says when I'm hit and knocked out.

I wake up, my wrists tied to something. I pull on the restraints and look around the dingy room. I'm in some kind of warehouse or something. I look behind and realise I'm tied to a damn bed.

Oh, fuck no!

The door opens and I go still, closing my eyes and even my breathing, like I'm still asleep. Calm down, Angel, calm down. But I can't. I have never been in this situation before. Where is Rebel? Is she safe? Does Savage know I'm missing? A slap lands on my cheek, and I snap my eyes open and look at him. I don't recognise him.

"All you had to do was stay away. But no, you came back with a brat in tow. Tell me, slut. How does it feel knowing no one is coming for you now?" he chuckles as three more enter the room.

"Who are you?" I ask, trying to keep my voice even and threatening. He laughs.

"No one you need to concern yourself with. You, however, are the one that is his weakness." I chuckle before I laugh like a madwoman as I pull on the restraints again.

"You have it wrong. I'm not. He

fucked that up long ago. I'm nothing

to him and he is nothing to me. So you are wasting your time." I say,

looking at him as the other three et

walk closer to me. I notice they are wearing balaclavas. No discerning marks on their clothes, but one has a tattoo on his arm. A white cobra wrapped around a skull with blooming flowers in the eye sockets. Very distinctive.

"I highly doubt that," he says as he walks away.

"Do what you want with her, rough her up, make her bleed and then leave her to die. No one messes with my family." He says as he chuckles, walking out of the room. I try to get away as tears leave my eyes as the three men advance on me. "Please, don't do this. I have a child. My family will replace you all and will fucking kill you and your families if you touch me." I shout as they chuckle.

"Ohhh scary. Bitch thinks she is fierce. I love the fierce ones. They are so much fun to break." a fist lands on my face and I scream and cry. I kick when I'm held down and beaten to a bloody pulp. My clothes are torn away from me and I go still, my brain shutting down. The fight leaves me as they take what they want from me. Each time, a part of me is stripped away. With each brutal thrust, I lose part of my soul. My thoughts consumed with Rebel, my parents, the need to survive to get revenge on the people who have done this to me. I black out with the pain.