The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

Rebel POV.

Some people say sleep on it before making a big decision, but for me. I don't sleep on it. I do what nanna always used to say.

"When you have a big decision to make, I find it helps to have a nice hot bubble bath and letting everything go. Then the answer comes to you." I smile as I can hear her saying that to me. So that is what I'm doing.

Laying in the hot bubbly water, candles, and incense lit, music playing and a bottle of bud in my hand. My eyes are closed as I think of what I need to do. The decision I have to make.

I know what I'm going to do with Paddy and Alonso. They will die, but my decision involves Luna and RJ. If I kill them, then I hurt my parents and family. I go against the mafia. If I keep them alive, then I betray the MC. Why is this so difficult?

Candy has been through all their phones, and the only one who didn't have anything incriminating was RJ. There were loads of texts and emails from Luna to Alonso, Paddy, and Roman. Alonso's son. I know Roman's plan. Alessa is looking for him.

Luna was feeding them information about things she shouldn't even know about. Like the drug and gun runs, when the shipments were coming in and who was on delivery detail. She shouldn't have been privy to any of it. But what caught my eye was the information about the Moretti's and nanna and pop-pop.

I only hope my gut is wrong, that she didn't have anything to do with their deaths. But I can't shake the feeling that she does. Mom and dad have been to see them but she is only requesting to speak to me and I have refused.

It has been four days since I took the fantastic four into custody. I have been working with my dad arranging the funeral that will take place tomorrow. Dad wants me to lead the run with him. He will ride pop-pops bike and I will ride nanna's.

Other clubs have been arriving to pay their respects, same as the families that have worked alongside our family for years. Dominic being one of them.

But back to the problem at hand. Can I let Luna and RJ go? I don't think I can. Usually when you betray the club you die, it doesn't matter who you are, but can I see the two of them die? I would have said yes, but they are my siblings, even if they are spoilt little shits.

I can't make a decision until I go and see what she wants. From what I have been told, RJ is scared and I know he is just a sheep, following her lead. Doesn't make it better that he knew what she was doing and didn't try to stop her, but then again Luna is a law to herself. She has got away with all kinds since she was little. RJ is just doing what she is telling him. He is certainly not president material.

That leads me to another problem. Who will take over from dad when I finish the job here? I suppose he is going to have to deal with it.noveldrama

"Rebel, you ok in there?" I lift my head and look at the closed door.

"Yeah, just thinking, I'll be out soon." I say as the door opens and in he walks. I smile at him as he walks to the toilet and closes the lid, and sits down as he watches me in the bath.

"What you thinking about?" I look at Dylan and drink the last of my beer. I lean over the side of the bath and place the empty bottle down.

"You know, this and that. Mainly what I'm going to do with Luna and RJ. If you asked me last year or even last month would I happily kill them, the answer would have been a fast yes. But now, I'm not so sure. Nanna and pop-pop never wanted this for our family." I say to him and he just watches me.

Dylan has always been a great guy, and he helps keep me grounded. Yes, I have killed on impulse, so has he. We level each other out.

"I see." He stands and I watch him as he pulls the black t-shirt over his head and drops it to the floor. He reaches for his belt buckle and undoes it all while looking at me.

"What are you doing?" I ask him, and he pulls his jeans down and pulls them off. He is standing in his boxers as he walks towards the large bathtub.

"Helping." He says as he removes his boxers. I should look away, but I don't. I keep my eyes on his face as he steps into the water.

"Fuck, woman. How hot do you need this?" I chuckle as he eases into the water opposite me. He is huffing and panting as he sits in the water.

"Big baby." I say to him, toying with him.

“Not all of us have the skin of a dragon. Jesus Christ, I will be lucky to have any skin left."

"Well, you did just invite yourself into my bath, so suck it up." I say to him as I lean back and look up at the ceiling.

"Where is Dante?" I ask as I look back at him, and he looks from me to the door. I follow his line of sight and see Dante standing there. Oh hell.

"You coming in as well?" I ask him, and he smirks at me and it makes me gulp. He enters the bathroom. Good thing this bath is huge. He removes his clothes and I scoot forward to let him in as he settles at the side opposite me.

I am in his penthouse, after all. I still need to protect him, even if Alessa and the Bratva are doing everything in their power to hold off the chancers from the free- for-all hits.

"What has got you so lost in thought?" Dante asks as he reaches for the new body puff and pours some soap on to it. He motions for me to move towards me, so I do. I turn my back to him as Dylan moves in front of me.

"You both know what?" I say as he moves the puff over my back and shoulders. I sigh. This feels nice.

"Yeah we do, don't think about it. Just relax. Tomorrow is going to be stressful enough without you stressing over what to do with your prisoners." Dante says, and I nod and moan as my eyes close, feeling what he is doing.

"Speaking of. What are we all doing?" I ask, opening my eyes and I look at Dylan and he looks from me to Dante over my shoulder. He kisses my shoulder before he runs the puff down my chest. His fingers tweak at my nipple and I moan out again.

"Well, what do you want, Rebel?" he asks. His voice is husky and rough, laced with lust. I lean my head back against him as Dylan moves forward. His hands run up my legs, his fingers massaging as he moves them higher. I shiver and jolt forward when he touches the inside of my thighs. I'm always so sensitive there.

"Well, I can't think when I have you both touching me." I say, another moan leaving me.

When the movements stop, and I bite back a groan of frustration. I look at Dylan to see a playful smirk on his lips; I scoot forward and look at Dante.

"Well, it would seem you both have decided for me. Look, this is new to me. I don't do relationships. I have certainly never been in one before." I say, feeling ashamed. I have never been in a relationship. I just usually hook up with people no feelings involved, just sex.

"I'll ask you both this. What do you both want?" I ask as I look between them. They both smile, looking at each other before they turn their gazes on me. I gulp. Oh shit!

"You, we both want you. But I don't think you could handle that." is he joking right now? Like seriously?

"You think I couldn't take you both at once? Oh, please.” I scoff as I move to get out of the bath. Gone is the peace. I stand, only to be pulled back down. The water splashes onto the floor as I slip under the water. I surface, blinking and coughing as the bubbly water went up my nose. Dylan laughs and I rub my eyes and face as I regain control.

"Asshole." I say as I splash him and he laughs harder.

"We both want you, Rebel. I have loved you since we were kids and Dante, he has loved you since you started working in that diner." I stop splashing him and freeze. Dante knew me when I was working in that shithole? "When did you see me there?" I turn to look at him and he smiles shyly at me.

"You remember a guy that would come in and see you when you worked? You would only ever really speak to him. No one else held your attention in that place, well apart from Dylan. This guy would order black coffee and ..."

"French toast with fruit salad on the side with streaky bacon and maple syrup and eggs." I say, and his smile gets bigger.

"So you do remember. I'm Danny. I have watched you for five years, Rebel. I have been in love with you from a far. I knew who you were when you started to protect me. It was never my intention to drag you into this and for that, I'm sorry. Dylan and I want to be with you. It is wrong for us to ask you to choose. We are all the same. We all want the same thing." He says, and I feel my eyes welling up with tears. I always wondered what happened to Danny. Now I know. But how did I not know it was him? That Dante is Danny, my Danny?

"This is a lot to take in. How did I not recognise you?" I ask him and he chuckles.

"I have changed over the last five years, same as you have. Rebel, Dylan and I both know you intimately. I know you love him and you loved Danny. Would you give us both a chance to show you? That we could all be so good together? We would never hurt you Rebel and I think inside you know that too." He says, and I gulp, fighting the tears as I bite my bottom lip.

I nod my head. All I have ever wanted was to be loved. To know I'm not a mistake, or a fuck up. That I belong to people who think I'm special. Not just to do a job or because of who I come from. But for me, for someone to see me, truly see me.

To see my raw, damaged soul and to not run away when shit gets tough, but to hold me and tell me they love me and want to be with me. Can I really have that? Is it too much to ask? Am I not worthy of that?

"Oh baby, come here." I move towards Dante and into his arms as I hug him and sob onto his shoulder when I feel Dylan at my back. He is holding me, too. "Let us take it all away. Let us help you. We love you Rebel." Dylan whispers in my ear and I just sob harder and louder as my body shakes between them. They both just hold me. I feel weak, but something is telling me they will hold me up and will be there through all the bad and good.

"Ok, let's see how this works out." I mumble as Dylan moves back and Dante moves me back slightly. His thumbs rub away the tears from my cheeks right before he kisses me. I break the kiss and I turn my head and kiss Dylan too. This could work out. I only hope that when the time comes for me to make my decision that they don't look at me like I'm a monster.