The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

Savage POV.

"It's a ..." I look behind me and see the pink smoke and I look at Angel and she has tears in her eyes.

"IT'S A GIRL! I knew it!" Rebel screams and I smile, looking down at her smiling. I shut the bike off and climb off. The whole yard is in cheers and applause. I help Rebel off and we high five. No sooner did I place her on her feet she runs to her mom. I'm not far behind her. When I get the short distance to her. I lift her in my arms and kiss her long and deep. This woman continues to make me the happiest man on the planet. Breaking the kiss before it gets too heated. I press my forehead against hers and we both catch our breaths. "I fucking love you, Angel Moretti. Thank you for giving me another little princess." I say to her as her arms move around the back of my neck as I just hold her as best as I can with the baby bump pressed against me.

"No, thank you. I love you too, Ryder, so fucking much." We stay like this for a while before I place her back on her feet. Everyone comes over and congratulates us. I look at our parents and give them a slight nod. Teagan and my mom smile at me. They know what is to happen later on.

A few hours later and everyone starts to leave. Rebel is full of sugar as she chases after Dylan and some of the other kids. I chuckle at her; I look at my woman and she stifles a yawn. The excitement of the day has wiped her out.

"Come on princess, let's get you home for a nap." I say to her and she doesn't argue. She just sleepily nods her head.

We say goodbye to everyone, but Rebel is staying here to help her grandparents with the cleanup. I carry a now sleeping Angel to the SUV and place her in and strap her in. Driving home, I feel the nerves take hold with what is about to happen later on. What if she says fuck no? What if she runs away? No, she wouldn't I'm being stupid.

After I have carried Angel up to our bedroom and settled her on the bed. I leave the room and head downstairs and pull my phone from my pocket and see messages from my mom saying everything is going to plan.

I need to think of an excuse to get Angel to her parent's mansion. But what? I don't need to worry about driving us there because the helicopter will be waiting for us at the airstrip.

I can't put her through that three-hour drive. It would hurt her too much. But what can I say so she wants to go? Lately she has become a homebody, well the fact she can't walk far has caused it. Even so, I need to get her to the Moretti mansion for the other surprise of the day.

My phone rings, and it's Antonio. I answer the call.

"Hey, is everything on schedule?" I ask him and he chuckles down the line.

"Of course, everything is perfect. All you have to do as you know is get her here. How is she?" he asks and I look behind me to make sure she didn't wake up and sneak out of the room.

"Sleeping. The excitement has taken its toll on her. But we will get there soon." I say to him and he chuckles.

"You do know she will have our balls for this," he says and I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

"Yeah, she will. But I know she will be grateful for this. She doesn't need to lift a finger. I know what she wanted, and she is getting it. After all, nothing is too much trouble when it comes to my Angel." I say to him and he chuckles.

"Good answer, ok don't stress about anything, just get her here. The helicopter is on its way back now. So text me the moment you leave the house and I will inform them to be ready as a matter of urgency." We finish up the details and hang up. All I have to do now is come up with something to get her to go to her parents. The OBGYN is in on this plan and agreed it was safe for her to travel by helicopter, so the plan was a go.

All this cloak and dagger stuff is giving me a damn headache. But this is for my Angel, my goddess. She deserves the best and I am giving it to her. I finish the last minute prep, making sure everything and everyone is already there. It has been two hours and Angel hasn't woken once. So I suppose I need to go and wake her up.

I enter the bedroom, and she is snoring like a truck. I chuckle as I move closer to her. She has drool on her cheek, her braid has come loose, one arm over her bump, the other over her head. Angel can sleep like the dead. I sit next to her on the bed. I gently move her arm from her bump and watch as our little girl rolls and moves just under the dress.

"Ok, little one. I need your help. Give mommy a huge kick to wake her up. Can you do that for daddy?" I ask when she kicks in response and I chuckle low as I watch her foot press and push and Angel groans in her sleep.

Then a flurry of kicks and punches follow and Angel hisses.

"Jesus Christ. Ok, ok I'm up," she mumbles and yawns as she rubs her belly and I wink as if the baby can see me. Dirty trick, I know, but I need to get her to her parents.

"How long was I asleep?" her voice is groggy and raw.

"Two hours. You need the bathroom?" I ask as I place one arm under her knees and the other behind her neck and lift her. She wraps her arms around my neck as her head nuzzles into my throat. She places a kiss there and I shiver. This woman.

"Angel, use the toilet and I'll help you get cleaned up and changed." I say to her as I help her with her dress. She sits on the toilet yawning as I turn my back to her. It's nothing I haven't seen before. We are comfortable being in the bathroom while the other is having a pee. Once she is done, I help her up again. She washes her hands and face as I flush the toilet.

I walk her back to the bedroom. I sit her on the end of the bed and head to the walk-in to grab her comfy clothes as she calls them. AKA my sweats and hoodie. I help her put them on when my phone chimes with a text message.

"Ready." Is all it says, ok it's now or never. I gasp and I look at Angel and she looks back at me.

I reply saying we were on the way.

"Ryder, what is it?" she asks, OK? think quickly.

"Erm, it's nothing."

"No, what is it? Tell me," she says, and I know she is starting to worry.

"It's your dad. There has been an incident at the mansion. Don't worry though I'm sure it's nothing." I say, and her eyes widen.

"I fucking knew this peace wouldn't fucking last. Who do I have to kill to get this peace back?" She pushes herself up to stand, growling and waddles to the door. I smile, but then panic.

"No, Angel. It's ok, I'm sure it's nothing." She whirls on me so fast my breath catches as she glares at me. She is pissed off. Her honey-coloured eyes are practically glowing right now.

"Don't tell me it's nothing, Ryder

Jackson. We are going. NOW!" she snaps. I nod my head, fighting the smile as try to carry her and she lets me God, with all this lifting and carrying, I'll be like the hulk soon enough. She isn't heavy even with our growing little girl inside of her. She complains she is the size of a baby whale, but to me, she is

beautiful.

We reach the SUV and she sits inside. I help her buckle up when she leans forward and opens the glove box. She takes out her gun and loads it. Fuck, I forgot about the damn gun. "Let's go. Wait, I can't drive for three hours. Oh my god, how are we going to get to my dad?" she has tears in her eyes now and I feel like shit.

"The helicopter is in the airstrip." I tell her and she calms down.

"Ok, step on it." She says and I fight the chuckle that is building as I drive at speed to get to the airstrip. As we pull up. The passenger door is open for her and I fire off a quick text to Antonio, telling him we are at the airstrip. It will take an hour in the helicopter.

I help her into the helicopter and strap her in, and I do the same. We are in the air and on our way to the Moretti mansion.

"What do you think has happened?

Oh god, what about Rebel? She is with your parents, right?" she asks and I nod, taking her hand in mine Man, she is going to fucking kill me, but it will be worth it. I eye the gun at her side. I knew I should I removed

the damn gun from the SUV.

"I'm not sure, but your dad is strong as for Rebel. Yeah, she is with them. Don't worry, let's get there and see what has happened, ok?" I say squeezing her hand. The mansion comes into view and the helicopter lands. The door opens, and Marco helps Angel out, and I follow. He winks at me. I quickly grab the gun and hide in it the waistband of my pants.

"Marco, where is my dad? Is he ok? What the fuck is happening?" Marco smiles before he laughs and she tilts her head to the side, watching him.

"Angel. Your dad is fine. Completely fine."

"But you said... What the fuck is going on?" she looks murderous, her hands planted on her hips.

I drop to my knee, and she looks at me in confusion.

"Angel Maria Moretti, everything is fine. Not only was today our baby reveal and shower. But it is also our wedding day." I look up at her and she is blinking, trying to make sense of what I have just said to her. "Stop playing." She says, but I'm not playing. I mean every damn word.

"I'm being serious. Tonight, you and I will get married. That's if you still want to." I ask her and she chokes on a sob and covers her mouth with her hands.

"So I will ask you again. Angel Maria Moretti, will you do the honour of becoming my wife?" I hold up the engagement ring. She nods her head and I stand, kissing her as I place the ring on her finger.

"I love you Angel. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Can we get married tonight here in your home?" I ask her and she nods her head.

"Yes, let's do it." I lift her and kiss her again. My heart finally calms down. All the planning has finally come to life.

Tonight, I will marry the woman of my dreams. My Angel, my goddess, my heart, soul, life, best friend and mother to my children. Life is so fucking good right now.