The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

Angel POV.

"Angel Moretti. Why am I not surprised to see you here?" Danny asks with a snarl as I'm shoved onto my knees with my hands tied behind my back. I look at him and not at what is happening in the room.

The moans and grunts are loud as members of this MC are fucking women in full view. Bile rises in my throat, knowing these women are not here willingly.

"Well, I had to come and see you, Baby Face. After all, you took something that doesn't belong to you. So here I am, to get it back. Oh, thanks for the picture by the way. It was genius, but it didn't work." I say when he slaps me and my head whips to the side. Tasting blood on my tongue, I spit it on the floor and look up at him.

"You hit like a girl. My four-year-old hits harder than you." I chuckle when the sounds of sex stops. I lift my chin defiantly.

"You think I won't kill you? After what you fucking did!" he spits as he grabs me up to my feet. His face inches from mine.

"Don't you get it. I can't be killed. Many have tried and failed. You know this, right? The same can't be said for poor little Foxy." I laugh as he punches me in the gut and I bend, gasping for breath, when he grabs me by my hair and forces my head back.

"You bitch! You will pay for that. I wonder if Savage will want you after I take you. But then again, it wouldn't matter. You are..."Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"Damaged goods, yeah, yeah. We know. Besides, I wouldn't want your disease riddled little dick near me. You see, Savage is a real man, baby. You know what happened to the men who raped me? Imagine what will happen to you." I cackle like I'm crazy. He looks at me, unsure. Oh, doubt. How I love seeing that look.

"Enough!" a loud booming voice says from above the room. Danny chuckles before he spits in my face. As he steps back, I wipe my cheek on my shoulder and look up to see the man who is the prez of this merry band of dickheads.

"Leaving so soon, you little pussy. Call yourself a man, you are no man, Baby Face. Just a little boy at playing it. Now he is a real man. Just look at him." I say, nodding up at Dane. He smirks as he disappears.

"Oh, you will know how much of a real man he is soon enough." Danny says as he walks away and grabs a woman who screams. I struggle against my restraints as Dane appears.

He is huge, buzzed hair cut, with grey eyes. He is packed with muscles he is bulky. Every step he takes is with purpose. He is dangerous. But he is stupid. All that muscle and nothing in his head.

"Angel Moretti. It is so nice to finally meet you. We are going to have so much fun together." I snort on a laugh.

"Oh, please. Do you honestly think I am here to have afternoon tea with you? No fucker, I am here to get my family's products back. You see, this little plan that you have cooked up is more trouble than it's worth. Trust me. I should know." I say as he moves closer to me. He isn't angry. He looks amused. He grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet.

"Of course. However. It is not me that has the issue with your family or the Princes Of Darkness. No, Danny came to me after what happened with you and his ole lady." Ole lady? Foxy was his ole lady?

I burst out laughing; I throw my head back and laugh.

"Oh, this is precious. Foxy was not Danny's ole lady. Fucking hell. Danny was just a prospect when all that went down. Foxy was fucking anything with a cock and a pulse. He is delusional. So he is doing this because what? I killed her? Well newsflash. She had me kidnapped and gang-raped, she kidnapped my four-year-old daughter, caused me to miscarry my child. Caused me so much fucking pain, so yeah, I killed the bitch. I would kill her again and again and anyone who means me and my family harm. Now you see what predicament you have all just walked into?" I say, my eyes blazing with anger.

The whole room is now silent and Danny is nowhere in sight or the other members of the Princes Of Darkness. I look behind Dane and see a familiar face. Mikhail. Ivar's cousin and he shakes his head subtly as I see Mischa move closer to him.

"Be that as it may. A debt must be paid. You killed his ole lady and child, so he stole your family's shipment. You see Angel, you are the prize. He wants you. He wants to torture you and then kill you. How can I not allow him that?" he says, and I look at him as he chuckles. Child? What fucking child?

"Child, you have got to be fucking joking? Oh, man, she is known for pulling that shit! So tell me Dane, why? Why now?" I laugh loud. Fucking delusional men!

"Well, Danny, as you call him. Is my stepbrother. So you see, as the oldest brother, I have to help him. He is family, after all." He says and I look up at him and roll my eyes when he grabs me by my face.

"Roll your eyes again and they will be

rolling on the floor. I don't care what you did to Foxy Barnes. She had it coming. I was more than willing to offer terms. But seeing how disrespectful you are, I think I will have to teach you a lesson. Once I'm done with you, I will let my men have their fun. Then you, my sweet Angel, will be auctioned off." He chuckles as his fingers dig painfully into my cheeks as he pulls me closer to him.

"Get on with it, then. But know this Dane Weston. You will all die." I say when I spit in his face and laugh. He punches me in the face as I fall to the ground. My head bouncing off the floorboards. I roll to the side, groaning. "Take her to the cells and tie her up. I will have my fun with her shortly," he says when I'm grabbed and dragged through the clubhouse.

"Help is coming Angel, keep fighting." Mikhail says as he lifts me and carries me to the cells.

Once inside. He back hands me for effect as he is being watched as he unties my hands and secures them above my head.

"Stay awake, Angel. I'm sorry, just, you know, hang around." He says with a chuckle and a shrug, and I look at him. Is he joking? Seriously. Just hang around? Asshole.

He leaves the room and I look up at the hook my wrists are chained to. My toes barely touching the ground. I look around the dark room, letting my eyes adjust.

I wait until I stop moving, taking in a few breaths as I look up once more. Ok Angel, you can do this.

The door opens and I hang there looking at who has just entered. She winks at me, placing something on the table. It's a clock and a flashlight.

Mischa looks at me and holds her

finger to her mouth and I nod slightly

as she looks around the room and follow her gaze and smirk seeing the black barrels that are filled with my family's guns and on one long steel table are bricks and bricks of

product. At least I know where

everything is.

I look back at here she points to her wrist and I know what she means. It is only then that I notice cells lining both sides of the walls.

"Thirty minutes." She says as she walks out of the room. Thirty minutes? Thirty minutes until Dane and his men come down here. I don't need thirty minutes.

I wait until the sound of her heels are far enough away to act. I lift my legs and hook my ankles around the chain so I'm vertical. I push up and keep pushing up, wrapping my legs around as I unhook my wrists with the chains.

I fall and twist as I land. Thank god

for the gymnastics I used to do as a kid. I move towards the table where the clock is. I feel around and feel something behind the clock. I grab it. It's long and heavy. I feel a button as push it and it lights up. The flashlight. I look at the desk and find a key taped to the back of the clock.

Clever Mischa.

I peel the tape and grab the key and make quick work of the lock on these cuffs. I place them down quietly as I creep towards the barrels. I stop hearing a noise, my heart banging against my ribcage. The noise moves on and I run to the barrel as I open the lid. I smile as I grab out a few guns and find the ammunition for them. I load the guns. I look at the door and then at the clock and see I have fifteen minutes left.

I move quickly as the door opens, and I turn, aiming the guns at the intruder. He stops in his tracks. One of the betrayers of the Princes Of Darkness MC.

"Shit!" he shouts, but I fire before he can alert anyone. I move close to him and search him. I find his phone and a blade. I take both.

I dial Ryder and he answers.

"You need to get here now! I have the weapons and product. I don't have long, Ryder, ten minutes before Dane comes to get me."

"Angel, don't you fucking dare. We are on our way. Get to safety ..." I hang up and pocket the phone. I take a few breaths to centre myself.

I walk out and creep up the stairs, my back to the wall. The sounds of laughter echoes around the clubhouse's main room. Screams pull me out as I look and see what the animals are doing. I feel bile rise in my throat, but I shove it down.

"HEY!" I step out and all eyes snap to me. I smirk. Raising my guns. Game on mother fuckers!