The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

Scythe POV.

I follow out behind everyone and into the bar of the clubhouse. I walk towards the bar and ask the prospect for a bottle of beer. It's placed in front of me moments later.

"So, you going to tell me about this relationship? Considering you were in a fucking dilemma before. And don't lie to me, son." I sigh as I look at my dad and he is looking at me.

"Can we do this another time please, dad? I don't want everyone to hear this. Just know it's ..."

"Complicated, yeah, no shit. Look son, I don't care if you're gay, straight, bi, whatever. You are still my son and me. Your mom and little brother love you. No matter what." He says as he squeezes my shoulder and I feel like crying. It is a massive weight that has just been lifted.

In this MC lifestyle, it is frowned upon to be into anything but pussy. I was so scared to come out and tell anyone that I was into both men and women. It took Rebel to see it in me and she didn't freak out. If anything, she encouraged me to be comfortable in my own skin. That is why I love her. I know I told her to never show her face here again, but I was hurt that she was in a relationship with some other guy.

"So, this Dante guy he is the same as you then? Do you ..." I can see he is embarrassed to ask and I chuckle as I swig my beer. I nod my head.

"Yeah, he is. It has to be hard for him, too. Let's face it dad it is not easy growing up in either of these lives. When certain things are expected of us. How we act, dress, speak, look. We are big, burly fucking bikers. Same as the mafia are the same. It is hard being anything other than straight. If I had known y'all would be cool with my lifestyle, then I would have told y'all sooner." I tell him and he just watches me and listens to what I have to say. He is a great guy and I couldn't ask for any other man to raise me. I know it must be hard for him.

"I was planning on going nomad." I tell him and he blinks in shock at what I've just told him. Nomads don't belong to a club. They are lone riders just travelling the roads and helping where they can. Kind of like rogue wolves, no pack, no family.

"Because of Rebel? Or because of you being bisexual?" he says and I nod my head and he sighs.

"You do know she would have found you and kicked your ass seven ways to Sunday, right? If she didn't, I would have," he says and I nod my head. Of course she would have, so would he, but at least I wouldn't have to see her be all lovey- dovey with someone who wasn't me, but now. Thanks to Dante, he has just thrown a spanner into the works. I need to speak to them both alone to figure this shit out.

Yes, I kissed her. I don't know what came over me. When Dante kissed her and smiled at me, it was like he was giving me the nod to come and claim her, and I did. I was more shocked that she didn't pull away; she deepened the kiss and if there were no other people around, I can bet you now all three of us would have ended up fucking in the middle of the room.

“I know, but if it meant her being happy, I was cool with it. Dad, don't forget everything she has been through. The lines started to blur, I thought it was for the best."

"What was?" I look over my shoulder and see Dante watching me. He walks towards us and sits next to me.

"Hello, sir. We haven't been formally introduced. I'm Dante, it's a pleasure to meet you." he holds his hand out to my dad and my dad shakes his hand.

"Nice to meet you. Dylan, I will let you two talk. Come and find me later. We love you, son. Never forget that." He pats my shoulder and leaves me with Dante.

"He is very supportive and understanding to you. It's nice to see. Not everyone has that kind of understanding." He says, and I know this must be difficult for him. After all, not everyone would understand. You can't help what you are.

"Look, I'm sorry for putting you both in this situation. But you wouldn't have made that move if you weren't into the idea of us both sharing the same woman," he says, and I look around to make sure no one is listening to this conversation. I look at the prospect and nod my head and he hands us two beers. Dante thanks him and we click bottles.

"Follow me. We need to have this conversation in private." I say to him and we both stand and he follows behind me to a quieter part of the clubhouse. Some of the members smile and nod their heads in silent acknowledgement.

"Ok, look, I don't know how this is going to work. We need to speak to Rebel about this. You just threw us together without speaking to either of us. I don't know if you know this, but Rebel is not the one who takes shit lying down." He smirks at me and I groan. Ok, wrong choice of words.

"No, she doesn't." He smirks at me. Fucking great.

"Look, you love her and she loves you. But I have loved her for the last five years. She wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for me. I'm the reason she is involved with the Mother's Revenge. I know everything about her, just like you do. I have also had eyes on you. I'm no amateur at this, Dylan, far from it. I take what I want, when I want and with who I want. You are no exception. So if it takes me to push us all together, then so be it." He shrugs, taking a swig of his bottle.

"Explain what you mean?" I say to him and he smirks at me and walks away, so I follow him into one of the vacant rooms. He shuts the door behind me and we face off.

"I ordered the hit on Billy Smyth. He was dating my little sister. He beat her up and was cheating on her. Rebel was at the wrong place at the wrong time. She shot him. She didn't realise at the time that the Mother's Revenge where watching and so was I. I killed him in the hospital, so this shit she is now in is because of me. Same as the shit I'm in. Last night at the club, she was there to keep me safe. I fucked up. I had every intention of not letting her know I knew she was there watching me, keeping me safe. Then one thing lead to another and I fucked her. I was angry. I treated her like a whore and I'm deeply ashamed of that. So we came up with the plan." He says to me and I just listen, but inside I'm raging.

"What plan?" I say through gritted teeth.

"That we fake date, to the outside world it was real, to draw them out. She came and told you and then you know the rest. But I don't want to fake date her. I want her for real the same as you do. That is why I did what I did. You want her, I want her, the same as she wants us. You want me and I want you, I want both of you. You can't deny that fact. I saw it when you first saw me. We can make this work. But we all must be willing." He tells me and I don't know why, but I just give in.

I kiss him. He licks the seam of my mouth and I let him in. He groans into the kiss;

I pull him closer to me, chest to chest. God, he is fucking amazing.

Our tongues fight for dominance. My hand reaches for the bulge in his pants and I make quick work of his zip and stroke his length. I break the kiss and drop to my knees. I look up at him and he is looking down at me.

"It's not going to suck itself. Give it your best shot." He says and I waste no time. I swirl my tongue over his head and he groans, his head falling back. I lick down his length and back up. I kiss his weeping head. Moving my mouth down his length.

"Fuck, Scythe. That feels so fucking good. Take all of me." He thrusts his hips forward as I suck his length deeper down my throat. Looking up at him as he bites his bottom lip.

His hand moves to my hair as I pick up speed, hollowing my cheeks with each pull back. He holds my head still and fucks my mouth. Tears leave my eyes with each brutal thrust. I choke on his cock. But I want more, I want all of him.

"I'm going to come and you are going to swallow it all," he groans and I moan around him. My hand moves to my bulging cock. I open my jeans and stroke myself in motion to him fucking my face. His head bulges and I know he is close, so am I.

"Fuck." His legs spasm as ropes of his come enter my mouth and I swallow it all down. One more stroke of my cock and my balls draw up as lightning moves down my spine and I come in my hand. Releasing him with a pop. We are both breathless.

I get to my feet and stagger into the bathroom to wash up. He follows me in. I look at him through the mirror.

"Amazing." He says before he kisses my lips softly tasting himself on my lips. Did that just really happen? Holy shit.

"You just couldn't wait, could you?" We both look into the mirror and see an amused Rebel leaning against the doorframe, her arms folded over her chest, watching us. I blush at being caught, but Dante being the arrogant dick he is just smirks at her.

"No, you were taking too long." He says to her and she just shakes her head.

"So, are we doing this or what?" I ask her, and she looks from him to me and it's her turn to blush. Rebel blushed. I have never seen her blush. It's cute and hot.

"I don't think we have a damn choice. But that's not why I came in here. We have

a few problems."

"What problems?"noveldrama

"Crotch goblins. They are involved with Ricci and Smyth." Well fuck.