The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

Rebel POV.

I can do this. It is time he found out the truth. It is going to kill him, but it doesn't matter. He will never see me as anything more than a friend.

"Dyl, sit down for this. What I have to say is not going to be easy to hear." I say as he looks at me with a frown on his face.noveldrama

"Did someone hurt you? Tell me Rebel, who hurt you?" he grabs my hands and I'm taken aback at that is what he would think.

"No, nothing like that. Please, just sit down." I say to him and I sigh as I move to the desk and take the chair, turning it around and straddle it so my chest is against the backrest. I look around the room and smile at how much it hasn't really changed.

"Ok, Rebel. I'm all ears." He says, sitting on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, his legs apart, muscles relaxing. I look into his eyes and I know after today our friendship will be destroyed.

"Dyl, there are things about me that you don't know. I have kept them secret to ...'

"I know. We all know about you being a member of the Mother's Revenge." Well, shit. I look at him in shock. How did they find out? I was always so fucking careful.

"How?" is all I can say right now, and he smirks at me and chuckles.

"Did you think your dad wasn't keeping tabs on you all these years? Of course he was, even after everything that happened with you and them, he is still your daddy." I blow out a breath, closing my eyes, and I snort. Even after all these years, he kept watch. Pity it's a bit too late for that.

"Why didn't you say anything?" I ask him and he laughs.

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"Why didn't you? Hell Rebs, we have been friends since before we could walk and you didn't tell me. That you, my best friend, was an assassin. Come on, how does that look to you? That you didn't trust me enough to tell me. ME Rebel, not your mom, or dad, or the crotch goblins, but ME!" He's right, I should have told him, but that's just me, isn't it? Rebel the fuck up. Selfish little bitch.

I stand from the chair and move to him; I sit next to him and rest my head on his broad shoulder and wrap my arms around him.

"I'm sorry Dyl, I really am. I should have told you and for that, I'm sorry." I say to him and he starts to chuckle and I look at him in confusion.

"I'm yanking your chain. You don't need to tell me why you didn't tell me. I have known for years. You may have been really discreet at hiding it, but you are shit at keeping things from me. You're forgiven. So tell me. I take it this has something to do with a target?" I chuckle and shake my head at how quickly he brushes the shit off. Hell, this man is teflon. Nothing fucking sticks to him or fazes him.

"Not exactly. The last two months, I have been on protection duty." I tell him, watching his reaction and he just listens intently to what I have to say and for that I'm grateful. So I tell him everything that has happened right up to me being back in the Clubhouse. I have had to fabricate the story of being in a relationship with Dante, but I will tell him the truth when the threat is eliminated.

"Ok, hold up, so you are now in love with the man you were sent to protect?" he asks me and stands, moving away like I've just burnt him. He looks pissed and my heart sinks.

I nod my head, looking away from his burning gaze.

“So what, you are moving out? Going to play happy fucking families? Is that it, Rebel? Fuck me and anyone else who is in your way, who has been there for you? Fuck my feelings, yeah?" I look at him and stand up to try and make him understand.

"Why Rebel, answer me why? Why is it him and not me? I fucking love you!" I reel back like he has just slapped me. What? No, he is only saying that because we are friends. He doesn't mean it, not in the way I want him to.

"I'm sorry Dylan, I never meant to hurt you." I reach for him, but he steps back and

I drop my hand and lower my head. This hurts so fucking much.

"Don't touch me, don't come near me. I have always loved you, Rebel, not as a friend or a brother. I have loved you. But I know you would never love me. I'm done. I wish you and him the best." He opens the door for me to leave. I stand there fighting the tears in my eyes as I bite my bottom lip and nod my head. "Dylan, I ..."

"Don't, just get out. Go and be happy saving the love of your life. We're done." He says, not looking at me. His jaw set and I walk away. I walk through the Clubhouse, lifting my head.

"Rebel." I look at her, and she is watching me with so much pain in her eyes. I shake my head and storm out and towards my bike. My arm is grabbed and I whirl round, thinking it's my dad when lips land on mine. It takes a few seconds for my mind to catch up. When I realise it's Dylan. The kiss deepens, but ends too quickly. I look at him, not knowing what is happening.

"Bye Rebel, don't come back here if you know what's good for you." he wipes his lips and walks back inside. My heart drops. I won't cry, I won't cry.

I move to my bike and throw my helmet on. I start her up. Keeping my eyes on the doors of the Clubhouse. I rev the throttle a few times, my back wheel spinning. I spin the back end out, sending gravel spraying at the doors and take off.

Why is my life so complicated? I'm sure when Avril Lavigne wrote that damn song, it was for me. I ride to the house and park the bike up. I climb off and run inside to my bedroom. I grab my backpack and start stuffing some of my clothes inside. When I stop and realise I don't need any of this. I have enough money from the all the hits I have done to buy new shit. I throw the bag, clutch my hair and scream as my knees buckle and I sob.

Hearing the front door opening, I stop. Something isn't right. I grab my guns from under my bed and stand. I check them, knowing they are fully loaded. I exit the bedroom and walk slowly and quietly. The plush carpet making my movements silent.

Checking each of the rooms and nothing, I move down the stairs and into the hallway. I step into the living room and see a man sitting in one of the armchairs, his gun pointed at me; he is older. His silver grey hair is slicked back, he is in good shape for a man of his age. He is in an expensive suit. He is mafia.

"Rebel Moretti-Jackson. I thought it was time we met." I look at him. My guns are trained on him, just like his is trained on me.

"I'm at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I don't know yours. So I suggest you start talking or I start shooting." I say with a polite smile on my lips as more men enter from the back. He signals them to put away their guns.

"My name is Dominic Fanucci." Well, fuck my life.

Dominic Fanucci, Dante's grandfather. See, my life has gone to utter shit! Not only have I just lost my best friend, who has secretly loved me and never said anything, I now have the grandfather of the man I'm protecting sitting in my favourite chair in my house with his goons.

"Nice to meet you. Why are you here?" I want to know so I can make sure he isn't

a threat to his grandson. Family means nothing, as I have learnt.

"You know of this free for all? I know you are protecting him, so for that I'm thankful. But I know who it is that wants my grandson dead." I put my guns away, and he gestures for me to sit. Why how generous considering this is my house, or was at least until I messed everything up. Typical fucking Rebel.

"Who." I ask, trying to be as polite as I can be. But in my job we don't ask questions, we just hunt and kill. So having to do this is once again new territory.

"I believe you know who," He says and I look at him in question.

"Sorry, but if I knew who it was. They would be dead now. So please stop with the games and just tell me." I say, becoming annoyed.

"His name is Paddy Smyth. His son was the man you shot five years ago." I look

at him. The wannabe gangster? But why go after Dante? It was me who shot and killed his son.

"How is Dante connected to this?" I ask, and he leans forward in the chair and looks at me.

"You need to ask him that. Dante is not looking in the right place. He thinks it a few rival families. But it is only one. The Smyth family is connected to the Ricci Family through marriage. The Ricci family ..."

"Where allies to the Moretti's." I say to him, shaking my head.

"Very good, the Ricci's were the ones who helped Gianni Moretti before he was killed by your mother for what he did. The Ricci's have been trying to muscle in on your family's territory by using the Smyths to deal their product. The Ricci's own similar businesses to Dante, but Dante's are ran correctly. Given the connection and why this all happened. The Ricci's ordered the hit and made false allegations about Dante." I nod my head. I knew this.

"That's why we refused the contract and my boss informed him, then put me on him for protection." He smiles at me, happy with my answer.

"Correct. But you are connected to all this. The same as Dante is. The Ricci's and Smyth's couldn't go after you. That would be suicide given who your family is. But to go after my grandson, that is an entirely different thing."

He stands up and fastens his suit jacket; he looks at me. But that doesn't make sense as to why there is now a contract on my head, a target on my back. More is happening here and I don't like it.

"Keep my grandson alive, Rebel. Also, ask him how he knows the Smyth family. I will be checking in. Pleasure to finally meet the granddaughter of my old friend." He walks out with his goons and I sit there. I think it's time I got answers. After I've had a shower and got changed, that is.