The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

Angel POV.

I wake up feeling a warm body behind me, his arm slung over my waist. I turn my head and see his sleeping face. What the fuck have I done? This was not meant to happen!

I lift his arm and climb out of bed. I hear him move and I stop as I look at him as he hugs the pillow I was sleeping on. I take a breath and grab my underwear and skirt, quickly slipping them on. I find the torn shirt and put it on, tying it in a knot at the front. Grab my shoes and walk to the door.

"Angel, where are you going?" I stop with my hand on the handle. I turn to look at him as he sits up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The quilt has fallen to his lap, giving me the view of his muscular chest and eight pack abs.

"What happened last night was a mistake and won't happen again. Goodbye Savage." I open the door and walk out.

"Angel, wait!" he shouts, but I keep walking down the hallway into the main room. Most people are still asleep. But I see uncle G and Marco watching me drinking coffee with smirks on their faces. I shake my head, telling them not to start.

"Angel." He grabs my wrist and I stop in my tracks. I turn to face him. He is wearing shorts at least. Thank Christ for that.

"What do you want, Savage?" I ask keeping my eyes on his face and not the muscles in his chest that not so long ago I was licking, biting and sucking. I even see hickeys on his throat. What have I done?

"What do you mean, it was a mistake? I thought we were making progress?" I laugh at this. He thinks we were making progress? Fuck no! my eyes wander down to his chest. I see something I didn't see last night or this morning. A tattoo over his heart. It says P O AM. What does that even mean? I look away and up at his face.

"You ever heard of a one-night stand? What am I saying? Of course you have. I had an itch that needed scratching. You were there, job done. Now remove your hand from my wrist. I have places to be." I say to him and he looks hurt before his jaw tightens and he lets me go.

"So that's it. You fuck me and try to sneak away? That is not happening, Angel. You are mine." He steps closer, but I step back, not wanting him crowding me.

"That's the whole concept of a one-night stand Savage. Oh, and for your information, I'm not yours. So back the fuck up!" I say as more of the members come out to the bar to see what is going on. What is this, some werewolf fantasy? Hell no! I am not an object he can claim.

"You've turned in to a real bitch, you know that?" He sneers at me and I smile, nodding my head. I won't rise to him. He isn't worth it.

"Yeah, I know. Great isn't it? Now, if you don't mind, I need to shower and get on with my day. See you around Savage." I turn when he stops me again with a low growl.

"No, no more running away, Angel. You felt it too. I fucking love you. It took you leaving for me to truly realise that. Angel, I have, in my own way, always fucking loved you, and I fucked it up royally. I know deep down you love me, too. If you want to say you only love me because we created that beautiful little girl together, then so be it. But you know deep down it's true. I can't let you walk away from us, not again. Please Angel, I never fucking beg for anything. I would drop to my damn knees like a dog and beg you. Don't do this. Don't do this to us. Even though I know it is what I deserve. I have changed Angel. Please." He says he is being sincere, and he is telling the truth.

He steps closer to me, but I don't move. His fingers go to under my chin and he lifts my face up to look in his blue eyes.

"I love you Angel Moretti. I know my girl is in that hard shell and I know I was the one who put her there. I will break that shell princess and you know I will." my hands move to his chest and I feel the steady beat of his heart. I look back at that tattoo. My fingers move on their own as I trace each letter.

"You are not running away again,

Angel. I would chase you to the ends of the Earth to get you back. I would walk through hell fire just to hold you again. I love you Angel and I will say it until you believe it. I'm sorry for what did to you and I'm sorry? never listened to my men in regards to her. I will never make that mistake again. You are mine Angel Moretti, but more importantly than that, I am yours. My heart belongs to you." I gulp at his words as I keep tracing each letter. Oh, my god.

The tattoo I know what it means.

"Property Of Angel Moretti." I say and I look up at him, and he is smiling gently, nodding his head.

"It has always been yours. I love you and I will make you mine. I want to do it properly though. Once you and our daughter are safe. I will claim you both officially. I'm not going anywhere Angel and neither are you." he kisses me. I'm shocked for a second, but then I kiss him back.

"About fucking time you two sorted

your shit out Now can we please get breakfast? I'm starvin." I break the kiss as I chuckle and Savage

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towards the kitchen cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West with the men behind him. Looks like he has

growls at Blaze. Who is net

found his flying monkeys.

I go to say something when I'm lifted in his arms and I squeal with the unexpected movement and he walks us back to his room.

"Errr, the kitchen is that way." I say and he squeezes me tighter with a look that tells me to not argue, so I shut up. He has changed. He was never like this back then. Maybe he is right, he does love me and this is how it was supposed to work out.

"I know where the kitchen is, princess, but you need to change. I'm not having my men or any man looking at your glorious tits or body." He says and I look down and see what he is on about.

"You are such a caveman." I say chuckling and he smirks.

"Damn straight I am. And oh, never call me Savage. You call me by my legal name from now on. You and Rebel are more important to me than anything." He declares as we step into his room and he kicks the door shut behind him. Placing me on the bed. He kisses me once more before he walks to the bathroom and I hear the shower turning on. He returns and helps me up and out of my clothes. Giggling like a damn school girl we enter the shower together and he worships my body once more.

Once we are both clean for the second time. We leave the room. I'm in his sweats and t-shirt that I've tied into a knot at the side. My hair is down and damp. We walk hand in hand to the kitchen and he makes me a plate of food. We sit and eat in a comfortable silence. "So, what are we going to do with the three assholes in the cells?" I ask him because let's face it, I'm still new to this whole killing people thing. He looks at me with a smirk on his face before he folds his arms over his chest.

"We do this the way me and mine know how to. Those assholes down there are bikers and they are a different breed. Unless you have a better option?" he asks when I smirk.

"Work with my uncles on this one or you can call in the big guns and have them sort them out." I say, knowing if I called them, then there would be nothing left of them.

"It's your call, princess. As you said, it's your capture."

"You do it your way, but let me deal with the others. I want Foxy one on one. She deserves the hell I will unleash on her." I say with a chuckle as I twirl my fork in my hand and stab it down into the unsuspecting pancake. Foxy will get hers. But I won't be going after her on my own. No, the women in my family all want a piece of her and I will grant them that. Before I kill her.