The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)
Chapter 18.

Savage POV.

I'm riding through town when I see Gianni walking towards a tattoo shop. I signal and pull the bike up and turn it off before I climb off and lean against it, waiting for him to come back out.

The windows of the shop are tinted to give extra privacy, so I can't see what he is doing. It's strange because I know the Moretti's have their own guys and ladies that they trust to tattoo them. So why is he here? Ok, I'm not saying he can't go elsewhere for a tattoo, but this is strange.

Gianni and Marco came to town three weeks ago and I've been going out of my mind trying to replace out why. Angel is still not responding to anyone or the texts I've sent her. I've even gone as far as climbing up the damn drain pipe to check in the windows at night to make sure my girls are ok.

It breaks my heart to see my Angel sobbing in her sleep, clutching her pillow in the fetal position. She is never going to be the same again, and I can feel her slipping from my grasp.

The bell above the door rings and I look up, but it isn't Gianni that I see. "Angel." I say as she looks at me, her upper arm wrapped in the second skin wrap.

I see the fresh artwork on her arm. It is a grey shaded piece of an angel with a rosary wrapped around praying hands that cover her mouth, and I look back at her. I move to check her over when a hand grabs my shoulder and I turn my head, seeing Marco smirk down at

me.

"Marco."

"Savage, mind telling me what you're doing approaching my boss?" Boss? What the fuck?

"Marco, we have work to do." Angel's voice comes out, and he smirks at me before releasing me and walks to her standing beside her when Gianni walks out wiping his hands. I see the blood on his knuckles.

"Gianni, mind telling me what the fuck is going on and where is my fucking daughter?" I snap but I didn't see it coming. Angel moves fast in front of me with a knife to my balls. I go still looking at her with wide eyes.

"My daughter is of no concern of yours. What we are doing is nothing to worry your pretty little head about." She raises an amused eyebrow as she removes her knife, but is still watching me. My heart is racing as I take her in, and I'm aroused by what she has just done. This woman is not the same Angel.

"Always a pleasure Savage. Let's move." She winks at me and walks away. I go to grab her when a gun is pressed to my temple.

"Back up Savage." Gianni's voice is like ice, and I gulp slowing raising my hands as I watch her. This is not her. This is my fault.

"Gianni, leave him be. We have bigger things to do." She says as he removes the gun and chuckles as I watch her walk away with Marco.

"You and your club fucked up. You better watch your backs." He chuckles as he follows after his niece. FUCK! I turn and kick the trash can over and stalk to the tattoo shop and enter, seeing one of the artists with tissues hanging from up his nose. He has a black eye and what looks like a broken wrist.

"What the hell happened?" I ask, going to him when he moves away from me, terrified.

"Nothing I... I tripped, yeah I tripped. No big deal." He is shaking, so I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. I give him my number and when he is ready to talk, to call me. I help him into a cab to get him to the hospital and mount my bike, heading to her house. I need to replace my daughter. I knock on the door.

"Angel, I know you are in there. Open the fucking door right NOW!" I pound on the door hearing a gruff bark, knowing the demon dog Boomer is on the other side of the door.

"Angel, I will kick this fucking door in

if you don't answer in the next three seconds. Don't fucking test me!" I shout, pounding louder. Fuck this. step back, raising my foot when the door opens, and a woman stands in front of me with a gun aimed at my head. My eyes widen as I pull my gun, ready to take this unknown woman out.

"Ryder, that is enough or do I need to call your father!" she hisses at me and I go still.

"Who are you? How do you know my legal name and my father?" I ask her when she starts chuckling.

"Lower your gun Ryder or is it

Savage? Do as say before we have a real problem. I am in no mood to be getting rid of your heavy ass, boy. Now do it or we will have some fun and you won't like the outcome." She hisses at me and I can see it in her eyes. She fucking means it. Bitch is crazy. I do as I'm told, knowing my daughter is in the house.

"Good boy. Now calmly. What do you want?" she asks, putting the safety back on her gun.

"Where is my daughter?" she chuckles and I'm seconds from snapping and snapping this bitches fucking neck.

"Asleep. Now go before Angel gets back and sees you here. Again, I can't be bothered cleaning up a dead body." She chuckles, and it sends a chill down my spine.

"What's your name?"

"Go ask your father if he knows someone by the name of Scar. He will tell you. Good bye Ryder, it was good to see you again after all these years." She smirks as she shuts the door in my face.

What the fuck is going on? My phone rings, pulling me out of this fucking weird ass day.

"Pres, you need to get to the

clubhouse. It's about to go off!" Ahhh shit, what fucking now? I run down the path and see this Scar woman waving at me from the living room window as I start my bike up and rev before riding towards the clubhouse. The prospect opens the gate as I ride closer and park the bike. Ripping the helmet from my head, I run up the steps and burst through the clubhouse doors.

room.

Seeing Gianni and Marco sitting at the bar. I look for Angel. I hear one of the old timers shouting from the meeting room. I look from Gianni and Marco, who have both now turned on the bar stools, watching me with amusement on their faces. Gianni points to the meeting "You better go in and calm the situation down." he laughs and so does Marco, both bringing their drinks to their lips. What the fuck! I stalk growling and open the doors with so much force the double oak doors bang off the walls.

I look at each of my brothers, but my eyes land on the one sitting at the head of my table in my chair with their feet crossed and up on top of it. The chair is to the side, hands folded on her lap. "Angel?"

"Savage, so good of you to finally join us."