The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

Savage POV.

Today started like any other, with Rebel climbing all over me. I always pretend to be asleep when she does it before I grab her and kiss her all over her little face. She squeals and laughs and I tickle her. When she first started staying here on the weekends, she slept with me. I didn't want to be apart from her, and I still didn't.

I don't have her at the clubhouse of an evening now; we stay in my house. She has her own room, bed, clothes, and toys. It is quieter there, and we have established a routine.

This morning we are at the clubhouse. I was coming out of the kitchen when I collided with one of the new club girls. I grabbed her before she fell. She screamed with a squeal and snort, and I laughed as I pulled her up. She was too busy texting and not looking where she was going when we collided. I was no better. I was sending Angel a morning text as well.

She apologised, and I did the same. Then we parted ways and we haven't looked at each other or spoken since. Rebel is playing on the play equipment with Dylan and some of the other kids. So I'm working on my bike not too far away. I can see her and she can see me. "Daddy." I lift my head and see Rebel running towards me. I'm alert for any danger, as she doesn't look happy.

"Princess, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Let me see." I say to her, checking her over and she has tears in her eyes.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" My eyes widen, and I choke on my breath as I look at her in shock and confusion. A girlfriend? What the ever-loving fuck!

"No princess, who said that? I love your mommy too much. She is the woman I want." I hug her as her lip quivers and I look towards the play equipment.

"You promise?" her voice is raspy, and I know she is about to cry. I become enraged that someone would say this to my daughter.

"I promise. Who said this to you?" I ask, trying to reign in the beast that wants the blood of the person who made my little princess sad.

"I heard the girls talking when they walked past me." She looks up at me and her honey coloured eyes are shining with unshed tears.

"I want to go home, daddy. I want mommy. I don't like them. They are nasty!" she sobs and I hug her tighter as I glare at the club girls as they walk inside the clubhouse.

"It's ok princess, daddy will sort this out. I only want you and mommy ok? Don't listen to them."

"NO, I WANT MOMMY, I WANT MOMMY!" Shit, she screams and thrashes. The men all look over and my dad and Blaze come over trying to calm her down, but it only makes her worse. We were having such a great day today and now it's gone to shit because of meaningless words. Well, they are meaningless to me, but not to Rebel. She is hurt. They will fucking pay for this. Damn gossip. Why can't women learn to shut their damn mouths? They know I'm only interested in one fucking woman. My woman!

"Shhh, rebel, it's ok," she thrashes and fights. She wiggles down and runs away. I stand to chase her when I stop in my tracks as I watch Angel scoop her up in her arms, sending me a glare.

"Angel." I say as I walk towards her when I hear Rebel telling her mom what happened.

"It's ok baby, it's ok. I'm here." She coos and soothes our daughter. She is wearing denim shorts and a baby pink vest top. Her long blonde hair is in a high ponytail and she looks fucking beautiful. My cock begins to harden in my jeans as I take her in. "Ryder, we need to talk." She says and my heart beats erratically. I have waited so long to hear her voice again, to see her in the flesh. Here she is, right in front of me.

"Ok, follow me." I say to her while gulping. Why is she here now? Does she want to come back to me? Does she want to tell me it is over for good?

I walk into the clubhouse and glare at the club girls as I walk past. One of them stands to walk to me but stops when Angel enters holding Rebel. I stop as Rebel says that is her. I look at Angel and she is looking at the club girl I collided with this morning. Leanna, I think her name is. She looks at Angel and looks down. What is going on?novelbin

"Angel. We can talk in my room."

"No, it's ok. Tell me Savage. Why was our daughter in tears and wanting to come home?" she says and I wince at the road name. I sigh. I was going to tell Teagan about what happened, but I may as well tell Angel. She is her mother, after all.

"She overheard a conversation

about me having a girlfriend, which,

for the record, is not true. I will get to the bottom of the gossip and put

to bed. say, looking at the club ne

girls and they all look anywhere but at me. I hear a chuckle and turn my head to Angel as she hands Rebel to Nate, and he gives her his phone.

She walks to me and I look at her with a raised eyebrow and she holds the phone out in front of her.

"Take a look. This was sent to Nico this morning." I take the phone from her hand and see the picture. I can see how this looks.

"Angel, there is an explanation for this. Let me explain before you jump to conclusions and kill us all." She smirks at me, but it's not friendly or playful.

"Savage, look. You are free to be

with whoever you want. There is no need to explain. However, you should have told me before having her around our daughter. It is called common fucking courtesy. Now came here to speak to you and what do I find? My daughter in tears, wanting to come home because you have a new girlfriend? So take it she is the one in the picture?" she asks, her voice like steel, and I straighten up. I look at her, trying to find the right words.

"Angel, Princess. I don't have a girlfriend. I only want one woman. The woman I love with all my heart, the woman who died to protect our daughter. The woman who I hurt immensely years ago, but still gave me a chance. I want you, Angel, only you. I know you don't believe me and you don't remember and a part of me wishes you never do, because what I did to you was disgusting and despicable. I was wrong, so fucking wrong. But no, I don't have a girlfriend. We collided this morning when I was leaving the kitchen texting you and she was texting, too. That's all it was. You have my word."

I say to her as I look into her eyes. I

mean every fucking word.

I don't want anyone else. I only want her. She is my life, my love, my heart, and soul. My Angel, my goddess.

"Angel, say something. Anything, please." I say when I look at her and she bites her bottom lip. I reach out and remove her lip from her teeth as I cup her cheek. I step closer, and without thinking, I kiss her. She gasps and I deepen the kiss.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her closer to me. Her hands move shakingly to my chest. I know she is going to either punch me or push me away, but she surprises me and reaches up on her tiptoes and her hands loop around the back of my neck. She moans softly into my mouth.

Everything fades away, and it's just us two. When she breaks the kiss and I blink, looking down at her, her lips are swollen and red and I love it. She has unshed tears in her eyes. Did I do something wrong? I'm so fucking stupid. Why did I do that? "Ryder, I remember everything, everything. I know what happened and what you and I both did. I came here to talk to you about what happened that day. In the barn. Why I did what I did. I killed her, I killed Foxy ..."

I cut her off, kissing her again. She doesn't need to tell me because I know what she did. I know the reasons why she did it. She may be the princess to the Moretti's but she is my woman, my ole lady. She doesn't need to explain why she killed that whore.

I break the kiss as I taste salty tears on my lips. I look down at her and lift her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and buries her head in my neck. I walk with her to my room, not to fuck her, just to hold her as she cries it out. Then maybe, just maybe, we can move forward.

Will that be together? Who knows, but right now I have her in my arms after not having her for so long and I will do everything in my power to keep it that way.