The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

Rebel POV.

Dante places me on my feet in his bedroom, and I just glare up at him. The

asshole has a shit-eating grin on his handsome face. It boils my piss that he is so smug. Bastard!

"Look, as fun as this has been, I need to go. So you can shower and tuck yourself up in bed and read a bedtime story before you drift off to dreamland. Ok?" I smirk at him, folding my arms over my chest and popping my hip to the side.

"Sit."

"I maybe a raging bitch, but I'm not a dog. I. Don't. Take. Your. Orders! So fuck you!" I smile at him and he rolls his eyes as he stalks closer to me. Everything screams to back up. But I don't. I stand firm as I glare at him.

"You have already done that. Besides, I've spoken to Alessa and I hate to break it, you buttercup, but you are stuck with me as you said before. But I have a

proposal for you," he says and I chuckle, looking down at the floor, shaking my head. Wow, he likes the sound of his own smooth, deep voice. What? No. Head out of the gutter.

"This early on, why I'm flattered." I sass back, and he chuckles at my attitude. I hope it pisses him off.

"Look Rebel, stop with the petty, childish, playground bullshit. You now have a target on your back. Because of me and what I did tonight." My head snaps to him and the chuckle bursts from my throat. I laugh. I hold my stomach as I laugh.

"Oh, that's cute. You think I can't handle a few chancers? Please, do you know how many targets I have had on my back since I joined the Mother's Revenge? I've lost fucking count. Look, my job is to keep you breathing, nothing more, nothing less. Thanks for your concern, though. But I'm good." I pat his chest and walk past him to the bedroom door and out.

"Rebel, stop! Enough of this. God, you're so ..."

“Beautiful, sassy, amazing, kick ass? Thanks. Look, I know what I'm doing. I have been doing this for a long time. I don't need your concern. You just focus on your day to day and leave me to worry about the rest. Good? ... Good, great talk. Night Dante." I make it to the lift when I'm grabbed from behind and I throw an elbow into his gut, grab his arm, and throw him over my shoulder onto his back. I smirk down at him. When he grabs me and rolls, throwing me onto my back. He straddles my waist, pinning my arms to my side, and sits.

"Get off me!" I say as I watch him. He just looks at me and I groan.

"I will when you listen. As I said, I have a proposal. It would work in both of our interests." I make a face for him to continue. I could get out of this, but I'm tired and want my bed. So if it gets me out of here faster than so be it.

"I'm listening. Ease up a little bit. You're on my bladder." I say and he chuckles but shifts slightly and I sigh. Thank god.

"As I was saying, you want to be free of me and fast, yes?" I nod my head and suck on my teeth as I watch him.

"I believe we can speed up this time frame. You and I pretend to be in a relationship. Dating, whatever you want to call it. Those who are after me and now you, will think they have struck the jackpot, two targets always together in public, behind closed doors. We live separate lives." WHAT! Is he out of his beautiful fucking mind? I don't do relationships, real or otherwise.

"Where you dropped on your head as a baby? Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds? Besides, Alessa won't allow it. And how can you be so certain I won't kill you in your sleep?"

"How can you be certain I won't kill you?" he's got me there.noveldrama

"Alessa will allow it. As you said, this is not the first time you have had a target on your back. You watch my back and I watch yours. Besides, you know all the players in this game. And I know some people you may not. Together we get this sorted and then once we have eliminated them and any chancers as you call them, then we go our separate ways, just like you wanted to do." he says and I can't argue with that. I lay still and think for a moment.

I will have to speak to Candy and see if she get a hold on who it was that issued the free for all on him and set up a meet. The only problem with that is, that it's a fucking free for all. Meaning other agencies would have picked up the contract and paid their best, like my friend Katrina over there.

But even if I get to meet the one who ordered the hit and eliminate them, it could be a huge fucking problem and other families could come out of the woodwork.

Then there are the Princes Of Darkness and the Moretti's. It would mean dragging them into this shit. I don't even want them involved in this or in certain aspects of my life, like at all. But Dylan can speak to Blaze and set up a meeting with my dad to get the feelers out.

Or I could just bite the proverbial bullet as it were and speak to him myself. Why is this so fucked up? Oh, I know why. It's because I haven't seen or spoken to him in years and haven't stepped foot in the Clubhouse since I began working for Alessa.

"Any idea who it was that wants you dead? It has to be someone with more money than sense, no offence. This hit is known as a free for all. They wanted to make sure the job would be done." I say to him and he looks at me in thought.

"For this to work, I need your honesty. I have seen people, good people, get killed for less. I need transparency in everything. So tell me Dante, who is it that has the biggest hard on to see you dead?" I say to him and he moves off and stands. He offers me his hand and I take it as he helps me up.

He runs a hand through his hair and takes his phone out of his pocket and dials a number. I walk to the window looking at the city night skyline. The view is beautiful from here and one I will never tire of.

"Yeah, I need a clean-up crew to my penthouse. Get it done also. I need the files on every single one of the assholes that has a grudge against me," he says, but I just watch him through the reflection of the window. A phone rings and it's not his or mine. I turn and look at my dead friend and walk to her and open her jacket and take the burner phone from her pocket and see the name on the screen.

“Alexis, what a surprise. You looking for Kat? Sorry, she is taking a dirt nap right now. While I have you, I want to say this to you. Back off from this hit or you and I will have a problem." I say and I hear a chuckle.

"Well, Rebel. Long time no hear. It doesn't surprise me she is dead. Quite frankly, I'm surprised it took this long for her ass to be grass. Look Rebel, it's good I have you on the line. There is a contract for your head. I thought I would extend the professional courtesy." I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Thanks for the update. You going to come after me?" I ask her and she laughs. "Girl, I like being alive. Only a fucking moron would try. But know this it's a fucking astronomical sum. So whoever it is has just called open season on your fine ass. I will pull my guys off the contract for Dante. You won't have any issues from me or mine. If you need anything, don't hesitate to contact me, but I know you won't. Speak soon." She hangs up and my phone rings. Ok this is bad.

"Hello."

"You need to lie low, there is a ..."

"I know. I have just spoken to Alexis. Who set it up?"

"Anonymous, just like the order for Dante. You need to get ..."

"Lessy, no I don't. Look, I'm with Dante and he has a plan, not one I want to be part of, but it's make sense."

"Don't tell me what I think you are going to tell me?" I look at Dante as he shows the clean-up crew where they need to clean. AKA Katrina.

"You know it, look it makes sense. Try to understand it, ok?"

"Fine, look, you are going to need the help of the MC and your family. They have

a lot more contacts and can help you with this." I laugh, shaking my head. For someone who kills a shit tonne of people, she is a softy.

"I'm good. I don't need them. Let me do this, get Candy on this as well. Find a trail and set up a meet with the sly fucker." I tell her, knowing Candy can find rocking horse shit. She is that good.

"Ok, you need to make it believable, so tell me Rebs, what are you going to do about Dylan?" Oh shit, Dylan. I need to go and see him. He is going to be so fucking pissed.

We hash out what we need to do and end the call. I look at Dante and he looks at me, knowing this is going to be a big clusterfuck and we are right at the epicentre of it all.

"I need to go to speak to my friend. He is going to be pissed." I say to Dante and

he looks at me as I place my head in my hands. It's no secret what I do. Dylan knows everything. He is my best friend, even if I know we will never be anything more than that.

"It's ok. Dylan or Scythe will be OK," He says and I look at him.

"How did you ..."

"I told you before I know everything about you, Rebel. Rest for a while and then

go and see him." this is mental that I have to do this shit in order to not keep him safe but me too. I rest my eyes and before I know it's the afternoon.

I wake up laying on the sofa with a blanket over me. I jump up and look around for Dante. I stand and fold the blanket, placing on the seat. I go in search of him and find him shirtless, wearing grey sweat that are hanging low in the kitchen with his back to me.

"Afternoon, Look. I have to go and see Dylan. You don't have any meetings until tonight, so stay here until I get back." I say and I leave the room and head to the lift and step inside.

"Ok, honey, love you. See you later." He shouts before he laughs, and I scowl at him. He is getting into character early. I roll my eyes as the lift moves.

I make it down to my Suzuki Hayabusa in matt black with red trim. I start her up

and head towards the one place I know he will be. The damn Princes Of Darkness MC Clubhouse.

Could this get anymore fucked up? Of course it can.

I ride into the compound, and members are looking on in shock. Yeah, it's been a while since I stepped foot in here. I dismount and take my helmet off as I walk up the steps. As the members and ole ladies all look at me slack-jawed as I enter the clubhouse I once called home.

I spot Dylan and he comes to me looking at me like I have just stepped in to the twilight zone or something.

"I need to speak to you. Can we ..." I nod with my head towards the living quarters and he takes my hand and pulls me with him to his room. I ignore the sad-painful

looks of my family as I enter the room and he shuts the door. "What is going on? Why are you here?" Well, where do I start?