The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

Savage POV.

It has now been three weeks since we captured some of the Vipers. We gained a lot of information from them before we killed them and burned their cuts. We even filmed it and sent the video directly to Crusher.

The compound has been in lockdown ever since. Rebel, my aunty Scar, my family, and men and their families are all here. It's like Angel never left. She is like the sunshine. She is slowly coming back to what she was. But I know under the surface is a woman who can make the world bend to her will.

The net is closing in on Crusher and the rest of his damn crew. Antonio, Teagan, Nate and Nico have sent their men out looking as well. After all, Angel and Rebel are as much their family as they are mine.

Angel has reconnected with Coral and Dylan. Blaze wasn't happy at first because her attention was on Angel. I laughed at that until Angel's attention was on coral too. I mean, how can it not be when her best friend is pregnant? So, like the ole lady and protector she is, she has become a mother hen. Crusher has gone quiet, and he knows he has fucked up. As for Foxy, well, I can only assume her father made good on his threat and has made her one of the club whores. Let's face it, she was always a damn whore, and I was too fucking blind to see it. My fingers dance lazily up angel's bare arm when a noise comes through the baby monitor making me smile. My lil princess is awake. I kiss Angel on her head and she moves in her sleep. I chuckle at her.

"I love you." I whisper as I climb out of bed and throw on my sweats. And leave the room to go and get my baby girl from her room. I get closer to her room and there she is, standing at the gate, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Boomer is still sleeping in his bed in her room.

"Hey, baby. You hungry?" I ask her and she nods at her sleepy bedhead. I lean over the gate and pick her up and place her on my hip as I kiss her head and she snuggles into the crook of my neck. I love this little girl. My heart bursts every time she calls me daddy. She has the men wrapped around her little finger and it's funny to watch as the biggest, burly, scary bikers chase her around at her beck and call.

"Daddy, love you." I open the gate and Boomer stretches and walks out in front of me. As I walk with her through the clubhouse and into the main room. Some of the new club girls are cleaning up and they know not to go for the married brothers and they respect everyone, even the ole ladies, which is a relief. They love Rebel and Angel. Especially because Angel looks at them all like people instead of objects. Hence why they aren't referred to as club whores anymore.

"I love you too, Princess. What do you want for breakfast?" I ask her as she yawns. I chuckle as she blinks those big honey coloured eyes at me and my heart melts more. I still can't believe we created this beautiful little girl. She will be three next week and we have a big party planned for her.

"Eggy toast." She says and I smile as I place her in her high chair as I get to work, making her breakfast. I also make coffee.

"Sorry Savage, I just need to grab something." I nod at the club girls as they enter the kitchen to do what they are need to do. We have cut down on the parties because we have children here. We aren't complete animals.

They all say hello to Rebel and she says it back. They love her, everyone does. Once I've made her breakfast, I sit next to her, and she holds up a piece of toast for me and we do this every morning. I pretend to take a bite and she giggles. I would do anything to see my girls smile.

I drink my coffee as Rebel squeals and I look towards the door and there she is. My woman. She is wearing her pyjamas. Her hair is sticking up everywhere. Now I know where Rebel gets the hair from. She, too, is rubbing her eyes.

"Morning, you beautiful people. Ohhh coffee gimme." She moves closer, kissing me before she kisses Rebel. I chuckle at her and her obsession with coffee. She goes to take a sip and turns her nose up at it.

"Is the milk bad?" she asks as she moves to the fridge and takes the carton and opens it, giving it a sniff.

"No baby, it's fine." I say to her and she shrugs her shoulders and makes a coffee without milk and they call me Savage.

"Sleep well, baby girl?" she asks Rebel, and she nods her head, eating her eggs. I chuckle at her and this is how we do mornings. It's normal and I love it.

That moment of normal is shattered, though, when Blaze enters the kitchen in his boxers and I'm up, covering Rebel's eyes. I growl at him and he stops in his tracks. He looks down and his eyes go wide.

"At least it's covered. God your like my mom, Savage. Besides, you have seen ..." Angel clocks him upside his head and he yelps.

"God, what was that for? I wasn't going to say anything nasty. I do have class, you know," he says, rubbing the back of his head when Coral comes in and looks at him, narrowing her eyes. Her arms folded over her little bump.

"Go and put some damn clothes on. I don't want you scarring our little princess. Or you will be sleeping on the darn floor." She says, and he looks from her to me. I snort as if I'm helping him. I don't want my ass kicked by a pregnant and hormonal woman.

"You're on your own buddy." I say and he whines before he walks out, grumbling about him not being naked and something else. Coral sighs as I remove my hand from Rebel's eyes and she is chuckling.

"Sorry about him, he still thinks he is

high

at home," Coral says and Angel bursts out laughing. The truth is, some of the men have walked around in boxers and remembered we have little eyes here and tailed back to their rooms. But Blaze is a repeat offender. I think everyone has seen his cock more than once at some point. The man is a damn nudist.

"Yeah, good luck with that Coral." Angel says, and I chuckle.

"I swear to god, he is like a child who won't put clothes on. According to him, if we were meant to wear

clothes, then we would be born fully dressed. So I threatened him that I would walk around in the buff, and

he lost it. I suppose we should be grateful he is wearing boxers." I laugh at that before Angel turns her fiery gaze to me and I shut up instantly.

I won't voice it out loud. I like my balls and dick attached to my body. But he is right, before the kids moved in here. Everything was done out in the open unless it was with your ale lady. The men would fuck no

the club girls for all to see and

one battered a damn eyelid. So this is an adjustment but everyone is

fine. All but Blaze. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

"You would think he would be used to it by now, being around Dylan. Apparently not." She says as she gets a juice and kisses Angel on her cheek before she leaves the kitchen.

Angel looks tired, and I know all this is taking its toll on her.

"You ok princess?" I ask her and she looks at me and nods her head as she takes a sip of her coffee and makes a face at it before she stands and pours it away. That's strange. This woman only functions on a shit tonne of coffee. Maybe she is coming down with something?

"You don't look well. You coming down with something?" I ask as I pull her onto my lap and I touch her forehead. She is normal temperature, but she looks pale.

"Just worn out. I'll be fine. Right missy, let's get you ready for the day." She says as she kisses me and I let her stand as she lifts Rebel out of her high chair and places her on her feet and they walk out of the kitchen, hand in hand.

This is my family. I love them so much. I will speak to doc and see if there is something he can suggest to help my Angel. She really doesn't look well.

Unless ...