The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

Savage POV.

I watch in stunned silence as she walks out of the room with her uncles behind her. Fuck! Could this day get any worse?

"Dad, need I remind you I am the president of this club and you are retired?" I say after the last brother has left the meeting room.

"And need I remind you that you need to get your head out of your ass before you start a fucking war. A war we won't fucking win! So far Savage, you have fucked up and keep fucking up. Get your shit together or I will force the vote. It's there is black and fucking white what is happening and you are burying your head in the damn sand! Tell me, Ryder, do you feelings for Foxy?" I look at him and my jaw clenches at him.

"No, I don't ..."

"Then snap out of it. She is the reason this has happened to you. The reason three fucking years ago. The reason you lost out of the life of your child, yet you stood there and defended her in front of the woman you claimed to love. Sort it out or I will," he growls and turns to walk away. When I grab his arm, he snaps his head to me.

"Do you know a woman called Scar?" he looks at me with a smirk and nods his head.

"Yeah, I do. I know her very well. Why?"

"She pulled a gun on me today at Angel's house after I saw Angel at the tattoo shop on Main. Who is she dad? Is she one of your whores?" I didn't see it coming when his fist landed in my jaw and I'm sprawled out on top of the table. He grabs the back of my cut and pulls me up before he slams me into the wall.

"Scarlett is my damn sister and your aunty. You ever accuse me of anything like that again boy I will remove your ability to have more kids. You hear me? I'm not like you, Ryder. I know she is with Angel right now. She has been with her watching over your girls from when Angel first went to that town." He roars before he shoves me as he lets me go. Running a hand through his greying hair. Before, he storms out of the room when I hear a scream.

I walk out of the room and see Angel dragging a crying Foxy by her hair into the club before she shoves her at my feet. I look at the blood on Foxy's face and the anger radiating off of Angel.

"Angel." I move when she pulls her gun and aims it at Foxy. Angel's breathing is laboured as her finger hovers on the trigger, her hand is shaking. I step in front of the gun. But Angel isn't looking at me she is focused on Foxy. I place my hand on the gun as I see my men moving closer and I shake my head. I see Gianni and Marco move to get to Angel.

"Give me the gun, baby. You don't want to do this." I say to her calmly as her eyes meet mine and I see the big fat tears trail down her face. Her eyes are red, her hand begins to loosen around the gun. I nod my head slowly at her to give me the gun. She gasps and hands me the gun, looking around like she has just realised what she has just done. I move to hug her when she looks at Foxy, and it happens too fast for me to stop her.

She jumps on her, punching Foxy in the face. Grabbing her hair and slamming her head into the floor over and over. Shit!

I move to drag her off Foxy, but she is too strong.

"You ever mention what happened to me again. I will cut your fucking tongue from you dirty, vile mouth and wear it around my neck like a damn necklace." She screams at her. I pull her back, falling on my back as I wrap my legs around her as she thrashes to be let up. "ANGEL, shhhh. It's ok, I've got you. Calm down!" I shout when she goes still. Then I'm hit in the gut by her elbow and I release her as I gasp for breath.

She stands up and tackles a staggering Foxy to the ground once more. It's when I see the glint of the knife in Angel's hand that time seems to stop. I watch as she raises the knife in her hand, screaming, with tears streaming down her face as she brings it down when she tackled from the side. The knife flies from her hand and Blaze has her in his arms as she fights him, sobbing and crying.

"Let me go. She needs to fucking die! She needs to fucking die!" she screams as she goes weak as her fight leaves her. I scramble up off the floor and run to her. I take her face in my hands and look at her glazed eyes. The light fades in them. No, not again. "Angel, look at me. Focus on me." I say to her when her eyes lock on mine and her bottom lip quivers.

"She needs putting down. The bitch is fucking crazy!" Foxy screams. I turn my head to see the ole ladies grab her when my mom walks up to her and punches her, knocking her out. She shakes her fist out and my father is there checking her fist. "Baby, you ok?" He is like a damn puppy when it comes to my mom.

"Stop fussing, Hatchet. Someone needed to put that skank in her place. I'm glad it was Angel. Noone messes with my girl. Foxy should be fucking banished for all the shit she has pulled, but you men only think with the damn head between your legs rather than the one on your shoulders." she says as my father leads my mom to the bar to ice her hand.

"Ryder. Let me go." Her voice is so soft, like how I remember it used to be. I look at Blaze and he looks at me.

"Savage, let her go." He says, and I choke on the tears. My girl is beyond damaged and it is my damn fault.

I move close to her and place a kiss on her lips before I move back and Gianni moves in and lifts her in his arms. He stands and looks at me.

"You need to do what is right. I know

you love her, Ryder. Prove it to her. Take care of business and show her you are worthy. I will talk to her about you seeing Rebel. That girl needs both her parents together or apart. She shouldn't be punished because of other people's actions. You know what to do," he says and I nod my head as I look down at Angel, who is asleep in his arms,

whimpering and shivering.

He turns and walks away, with Marco behind him and out of the clubhouse doors. I hear a groan and I look at Foxy, but ignore her as one of the whores moves to pull her up.

I go to my office and slam the door shut. In my rage and anger, I punch the wall. Moving to the desk, I swipe everything off it. Flipping the desk, smashing up the TV, the laptop, the lamp, hell, even the window. I take in the chaos and destruction and slide to the floor and

cry.

I cry for what happened to her; I cry for what I did to her three years ago; I cry for all the pain she is in. I cry for myself, knowing I may never get her back. It will be what I deserve. I have majorly fucked up. Everything I touch turns to shit. I stand and realise night has fallen.

I wipe my face and leave the office. I head to the bar. The atmosphere is sombre. I enter the main room and see some of the members milling around, either playing pool or drinking on the sofas.

I ignore them all and sit at the bar as a prospect places a glass and bottle of whiskey in front of me. I nod at him as he goes back to do what he was doing as I pour the amber liquid that reminds me of her eyes into the glass. I slam the glass back and re-fill it. "Hey man." I ignore Blaze as I knock the next shot back. Realising I don't need the fucking glass. I bring the bottle to my lips and drink straight from the damn bottle.

"Ryder. Come on, man, pull your shit together." I shrug his hand off and look at him.

"Fuck off Blaze." I growl out as I move from the bar stool towards the sofas. I slump down and drink the whiskey down and let my mind wander.

I need her to trust me again. I saw it in her eyes today when I told her it wasn't the Vipers. I broke the last piece of hope in her. I keep drinking until I can't see straight. I lay down on the sofa.

Closing my eyes, I know what I have to do to get her back. I have to go through with her plan. But I will not. I will fucking not be sticking my dick in anyone, not unless it's my Angel.

"Pres, wake up." I'm jolted as I groan and roll over. When water is dumped on me and I jump up in shock as I choke and gasp for breath.

"Motherfucker!" I swing, hitting nothing as I pant, looking around in rage as the water drips down my soaking wet hair that is now plastered to my face.

"We have a problem." I shake my hands out as I pull my hair from my face.

"There was a shootout in the street Angel lives in." I sober up immediately and run for the doors and to my bike.

I see some of my men are already

leaving the damn compound. I growl

as I straddle my bike and take off riding past them to be in the front of

the formation. I rev the throttle as we puDup into her street. Seeing the blue and red lights against the the dark. I

shut off the bike and park-up. Jumping off the bike, I run towards

the police tape.

“ANGEL! REBEL!" I scream when I hear a cry and know it's my daughter. I turn and see Angel holding Rebel sitting in the back of the ambulance, wrapped in a

blanket. My heart pounds agaie

my ribcage as I run to them. My

world is tilting on its axis. Nothing else matters but their safety.

"Let him through." I run through and move towards them.

"Daddy!" Rebel shouts, her eyes red from crying and I move to her and her mom, checking them both over and she looks at me with tears in her eyes. But it's not sadness, it's fucking rage.

"What happened?"

"The Viper's, that's what happened."

Anger turns to molten lava in my veins. I want to spew it everywhere and burn the fucking world to the damn ground. They went after my girls. Not just my woman, but my fucking daughter. Oh, they will fucking pay for this. They will pay with blood, destruction, and chaos. They have fucked with the wrong fucking people. They will soon learn the error of their ways. They will watch as I destroy each and everyone of them. Their club, their businesses. Their fucking lives. This is the wake up I fucking needed. I will start with the whore, Roxanne fucking Foxy Barnes!

No one messes with my family. No one!