Savage POV.

I look at the profile picture on my messaging app. It hasn’t changed in three years. I sigh as I open her contact and see all the messages I have sent her over the last three years, and each has gone unread. I’m so fucking stupid.

FLASHBACK!

It’s been four weeks since I ended my relationship with Angel and claimed Foxy as my woman. Everything has been great. Angel has not contacted me, but I do find myself looking at her profile picture.

“What’s wrong baby?” a hand rubs my bare arm as I close the app and look at the woman beside me. Foxy with her red hair and brown eyes. She is beautiful. She is the mother of our unborn child.

“Nothing babe, go back to sleep.” I kiss her head and she snuggles back down, but I can’t sleep. Something isn’t right. My gut is telling me I should check up on Angel. I shake that thought away. Why should I? The bitch was cheating on me. She doesn’t deserve my concern.

With that, I fall asleep only to be woken by my door being banged on.

“Prez, we need to go. The Moretti’s have called an emergency meeting.” Blaze, my VP, says and I groan and sit up. I quickly get dressed. The Moretti’s this could be bad. But then again, Angel wouldn’t have told them anything, not unless she wants me to show her momma and daddy that she is a whore. I smirk as I leave my bedroom and walk through the clubhouse.

“What’s happened? Why are they calling this meeting?” I ask as a coffee is placed in front of me.

“We don’t know. I have tried to find out. All I’m being told is that it is urgent. We need to leave now,” he says, well you don’t need to tell me twice. No-one keeps the Moretti’s waiting. When they call, we move. My father Hatchet and Antonio had worked together for years. That’s how I met Angel.

They would come here or we would go to them. Even though she is four years younger than I am. We did used to have fun. Then, when Angel turned eighteen, the attraction grew between us and I took her virginity. We were in a secret relationship up until those photos were delivered to me four weeks ago.

I said some pretty awful things to her when she walked in on me fucking Foxy; she needed to see that what I did were the consequences of her actions. Like the naïve little girl she is, she denied, and we argued. She slapped me, but I didn’t care and I don’t care. She got what she deserved.

I mount my bike alongside with Blaze and Ripper. He is my Sergeant At Arms. We head out of the compound and onto the road. We ride for a few hours before we arrive at the Moretti compound.

We pull up and climb down. Entering the mansion, the atmosphere is sombre. The other heads are here. I shake hands with them and they are all not sure why we have been summoned. But we don’t wait long.

Don Antonio Moretti enters the room and we all nod our heads in respect to him. He looks like he has aged drastically, but then there is Teagan. She looks like she hasn’t slept and has cried. What the fuck has happened?

“Thank you for coming at short notice. We appreciate it. Please sit,” Antonio speaks as he takes his seat and pulls a distraught Teagan onto his lap.

“We have called you all here, because our daughter, our Angel is missing.” My eyes widen and murmurs break out around the table. I look at Blaze and he glares at me. This won’t have anything to do with me. I’m sure she is just doing this for attention.

“How long has she been missing?” I ask and all eyes turn to me.

“A week. She hasn’t been herself for a while. The day she left, she told us she was going to the gym, she never came back. She drove her Mercedes to the bank and emptied all her accounts and closed them down. She then sold the car. We have no idea where she is. Her phone has either been discarded or she has turned it off. You all know our daughter. She is not a pampered, self entitled princess. She is not a spoilt brat. So for her to do this means she is in some kind of trouble.” I gulp, not liking this one bit.

“There is one more thing. We believe we know the reason why she thought she needed to run away.” He looks at everyone, but his eyes land on me. I feel the blood freeze in my veins. Oh shit, he knows.

“She is also pregnant. We received something in the mail yesterday and I will say this. What we received had been fabricated. My team has already established this.”

“What did you receive?” One of the Don’s asked.

“Pictures of our daughter sleeping with different men. Whoever sent them is an amateur. Simon and Rosena established very quickly there were photo shopped. So it would seem the reason why our daughter ran is that she was being threatened with these images. Angel is a kind, gentle soul. We have teams already looking for her in every corner of the world.” My heart is beating erratically. The pictures are fake? What the fuck is going on?

“Do you know who the father is? Maybe she went to him?” I look at Blaze and he is fuming the same as I am. My fists clench under the table when Teagan looks at me and her gaze sends shivers down my spine and the sense of dread settles in my gut.

“We have an idea. The thing is, Angel would have tried to do the right thing. She would have gone to him to tell him. In my old line of work, I can tell you this: he has probably rejected her and her child. So she ran, not wanting to be a burden or to bring shame. Don’t forget ladies and gentlemen, my daughter is a DeNucci. We are famed for our skills in disappearing.” Teagan says, looking at me, and I gulp, shrinking into the chair.

That’s why she came. She came to tell me she was pregnant and like a fucking idiot I am. I believed the photos and Foxy. I was drunk, but that is no fucking excuse. My Angel, my goddess, is out there somewhere, no doubt scared, alone and pregnant with my child.

The rest of the meeting went by in a blur. I can see her tear-streaked face, the way her hand protected her belly. The way she was scared of me. The look of heartbreak on her beautiful face. She ran and is carrying my child.

END OF FLASHBACK.

“Savage, the next town we will be meeting up with Solomon. We need to move.” Blaze says to me. When my phone rings and I groan as I see the person calling me.

Foxy, I don’t answer the call. I never fucking do. I dumped her three months after I claimed her. I took it back when I found her being fucked by two men from a different charter. I dragged her to the hospital to perform an ultrasound and surprise surprise the bitch wasn’t fucking pregnant. She denied she was the one who sent the pictures. But I’m not stupid. I know it was her.

“Ok, let’s move out.” I say as I leave the motel and we ride out. The search for Angel ended six months ago. Antonio and Teagan said Angel will return when she was good and ready and if she is found, she is not to be forced. Like fuck will that happen? If I find her, she and my kid are coming with me.

We ride to the town and pull up at the bar we are meeting Solomon. Solomon is the prez of the sister MC. We work closely together so this meet is nothing new but we have never met at this town before.

We enter the bar called Eclipse. It’s nice. It has that small town vibe going and I like it. The man behind the bar looks like he will pass out with the amount of us that has just walked in. I chuckle as he heads out to no doubt get someone to help him.

I mean, we are rowdy bikers, but we don’t start bar brawls; we are here to relax and to see Solomon, nothing more.

I hear a gasp and the rooms seem to quieten down. I turn and the image in front of me has me doing a double take.

Her long blonde hair is in a high ponytail, her honey eyes are wide. Her chest is raising and falling rapidly. She is a vision. She is more beautiful than she was three years ago.

“Angel.”

Angel POV.

They have found me; they have found me. Shit, fuck, twat! I look at him and I’m having a mini panic attack. All I can see is him and her. The words he spewed at me with such hatred and the smirk on her face. Why is he here?

He reaches for me and I react instantly; I grip his wrist and turn him, shoving his arm up his back. He groans and the men are now on their feet. I look at Blaze, his VP, and he is telling everyone to remain calm.

“You have the wrong person. Now get out.” I shove him forward as the fight-or-flight takes over. I need to get out of here. I need to leave. I need to grab Rebel and Boomer and go. But where?

“Angel, that’s not going to happen. We have been looking for you. Your family has been looking for you. We have found you and there is no running from us,” Savage says to me as I step back, my eyes not leaving his.

“My name isn’t Angel. I don’t even know who you are. Now I won’t ask again. Get the fuck out of my bar or we will have a problem.” My voice is like steel as I stare the fucker down. I won’t back down now. I have to protect my daughter.

I catch movement from the corner of my eye and hold my hand up, and the movement stops. Just then, the door opens and more bikers enter. The momentary distraction causes me to act. I run for it. I run like my ass is on fire because it is. My hands are shaking as I run out of the side exit and towards my car. I drop the keys as I pick them up. I unlock the car when I’m grabbed and shoved into the side of my car. I scream when a large hand covers my mouth. The tears leave my eyes as I look into the icy blue orbs locked on me.

“Angel, please. I mean you no harm. Let me explain, please.” Like hell I will. I bite down on his hand. He yells and moves away. I don’t think I bring my knee up hard, hitting him in his crown jewels the air leave him and he falls.

I open the car door and fumble with the keys and peel out of the parking lot. Tears blur my vision. I wipe them furiously away and ditch the car a few streets away and run to the house.

It won’t be long before he finds me again. I stop running and chuckle to myself. There is no use in running. He has found me and no doubt they will ask around town and will have my address soon. What can I do? ok think Angel. You can’t just pack up and leave in the middle of the night. You can’t uproot Rebel like that.

No, I will face the demons of my past head on. If he comes for me, which I know he will do. I will be ready for him. I’m a goddamn Moretti and we don’t fucking run from our enemies and right now Savage and his MC are the enemy.

I turn back around and head back to the car, which is parked haphazardly, and I climb back inside. Pulling my phone from my pocket and fire off a quick text to Max, telling him to close up for the night and to not give any information about me to anyone.

He responds quickly, telling me they have gone and said they will be back to speak to you. I roll my eyes and sigh before I drive the car towards my house. I drum my fingers nervously against the steering wheel as I pull up outside my house.

The people of this town don’t know who I really am. It is safer that they don’t know. Even if the Moretti’s don’t have enemies. No one is brave or stupid enough to try anything. So I know either way I am safe, even if the Princes of Darkness have found me. They can’t touch me, not without retaliation from my family.

I leave the car and walk up the stone path to the front door. I open it and head inside. Rebel is awake and having a drink of milk on Mrs Lawson’s lap. They both look at me and I smile at them.

“You’re home early, everything ok?” I move forward and kiss my daughter on her head as she holds her foot drinking her bottle of milk. I kiss Mrs Lawson as well.

“Yeah, it wasn’t too busy, so I told Max to close it down and head home.” I only tell her part of the truth.

“You look like you have had a fright. What happened Angie?” I sigh as I stand and head to the kitchen and grab a bottle of bud and sit down on the sofa. One won’t hurt. I think I deserve it after what just happened.

“I need to tell you the truth about me. My name isn’t Angie, it’s Angel. Angel Moretti. My parents are Don Antonio Moretti and Teagan Moretti.” I say as I watch her and she nods her head slightly.

“I know dear. The whole town knows who you are. We aren’t simpletons. A few years ago, your family sent men here looking for you. We all told them we had no clue who you were. We knew you were running from something, so we choose to protect you. So tell me Angel, what happened tonight?” I look at her, shocked. Hold on, back up. The whole town knows who I am? I chuckle in disbelief at this.

“Wow, well thank you.” she waves me off as Rebel waves her now empty bottle in the air like a flag. I chuckle at her as Mrs Lawson sets her down, and she toddles to me and I pick her up and cuddle her to my chest and I know she will be asleep in a matter of moments.

“Her father found me tonight. Completely by coincidence. Her father is the president of the Princes of Darkness MC. His name is …”

“Ryder.” My eyes widen as I look at her and I gulp, nodding my head.

“How do you …”

“Hatchet is my brother. I moved out here, not long after Ryder was born. I left the MC life behind. My brother and I never stayed in touch after that. I will keep you both safe. I may no longer be part of that life, but that life remains in me. If he comes calling which he will do. You have to be ready. She is his child. The world of the MC is similar to your world. He has every right to claim her and when he does, you both will have to go with him. I’m sorry Angel.” She says to me. I look down at my sleeping little girl and sigh, knowing I can’t run from this. Same as I can’t involve my family. He doesn’t know about her, so that is a good start.

Or at least I think he doesn’t. What have I got myself into?

Angel POV.

I wake up to the sound of Rebel’s belly laughing. I climb out of bed and yawn, stretching. I look down and I groan, stuffing my boob back inside my vest top. I rub my eyes as I stagger down the hallway to her room. Still sleepy, I didn’t get much sleep last night. I couldn’t settle, every time I closed my eyes. I saw his face. I look at my little girl who is sat on the floor playing with her blocks.

“Rebel.” I say in a singsong voice she turn her head to the sound, her hair sticking up in every direction kind of like mine right now. I chuckle as she stands up and runs to the baby gate. I lean over it and pick her up. Giving her kisses all over her face.

She is a happy baby, she always has been. Her tantrums, however, could frighten a hurricane away. She is explosive when she is having a moment. But on the whole, she is a happy girl.

“You hungry?” I reach for her head and try my best to smooth down the crazy professor hair. She nods her head and snuggles into the crook of my neck. I chuckle and pat her bottom as I walk us both down the stairs.

Boomer lifts his head from his bed in the living room, his stump of a tail wags like crazy as he stands and follows me to the back door to be let out so he can use the bathroom. I enter the bathroom by the back door and quickly change Rebel, wash my hands and pick her back up. Then I shuffle to her highchair and place her in it. I hand her a book and she bangs it against the tray.

“Ok little lady, what do you want for breakfast?” I ask her as I flick the kettle on and get to work making my coffee. It’s going to take a truckload to get me functioning this morning.

“Eggs, tost.” I chuckle dippy egg and toast it is. She is still learning to say words properly, but she is doing great. I get to work boiling the water for the eggs. I turn the TV on to some kids channel I turn the chair so she can see the TV in the living room. I drop the eggs into the water and get Boomer’s breakfast ready.

Once the eggs are ready, I let them cool slightly as I make her toast and butter them, cutting them into long strips for her to be able to hold.

I sit next to her watching her eat her breakfast. I smile as she gently picks up the long strip of toast and dips it into the gooey yolk. She does a little dance in her seat as she eats. I chuckle at her antics.

The doorbell sounds and I reach for my phone and check the camera. I groan out. Just great. It didn’t take him long. I ignore it for now. When he starts pounding on my door. Boomer growls and abandons his food as he walks towards the window.

“Angel, I know you are inside. Open the door, I just want to talk.” Boomer starts barking which causes Rebel to jump out of her skin. Can’t have a moment’s peace?

“Shhh sweetheart, it’s ok you eat your breakfast. Mommy is going to answer the door.” I tell her it’s a good thing she has finished her egg and is now eating her buttery toast.

I kiss her head and move to the door. Boomer stands in front of me and I grab his collar. I take a breath and open the door.

“What do you want, Savage?” he looks at me in surprise before he smirks at me. Shit, oh well, no point in hiding now.

“Just to talk Angel, please.” I roll my eyes as Boomer growls and I pull him back.

“We have nothing to talk about, Savage. I think you said everything that needed to be said three years ago. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m kind of busy.” I go to shut the door when his booted foot stops me.

“I want to see my child, Angel. You won’t keep me away.” My heart sinks. How does he know? Who fucking told him?

“I think we need to have that talk, don’t you?” he chuckles. I may hate him, but he is right. We do need to chat and I need to find out how he knows about her.

“Fine, meet me at the bar at one this afternoon. We will talk then.” I say and he smiles at me, his dimples on display. He steps back, and I shut the door. I lean against the door, resting my head against it, hearing the motorcycle drive off. Rebel squeals as she throws her toast on the floor. I sigh and push off the door as Boomer eats up what she has dropped.

“You, missy, need a bath.” I say with a chuckle, looking at her egg and toast covered mouth and face. She even has the toast in her hair. My little Rebel.

After she had a bath, well, I say bath; the bathroom was more like a swimming pool when she has finished. She is dressed in her little jeans and pink T-shirt with a glittery unicorn on the front. Her dark blonde hair is in little buns on the top of her head, she is also wearing her little pink converse.

I look at the clock and see it’s half-past twelve. I make her a quick snack and she eats it all. I grab the keys and Boomer and leave the house. I did contemplate keeping Rebel away from him, but there was no use in that. He knows about her now.

I head out when Scar walks up the path.

“Where are you both off to?” she asks, and I swear she has some kind of sixth sense or something.

“Savage came to the house this morning. He knows about Rebel and so I agreed to talk to him at the bar.” I tell her and she nods her head.

“Well then, it looks like we will be heading to the park then.” I look at her in confusion.

“It’s ok, I may as well rip the bandaid off and let him meet her.” I say to her and she nods her head with a small smile on her lips.

“You are doing the right thing, Angel. If you need me, give me a call and I will put him in his place.” She says, waving her fist and I laugh at her. Scar reminds me of momma. She is fearless and I adore her.

“Ok, I will keep that in mind. We have to go.” I say to her as I walk to the car and strap Rebel into her seat as Boomer sits next to her in the back.

We drive to the bar. I catch sight of his bike out front. The nerves kick up a gear as I park beside it. Careful to not scratch it or crash into it. Which wouldn’t be a bad idea. I chuckle evilly at the thought.

No Angel, you are not a child. I climb out of the car and to the back. I unclip Rebel and set her on the floor. Boomer jumps out and walks beside me. Here goes nothing.

I open the door to the bar and see Coral behind the bar who is making goo-goo eyes at Savage. I roll my eyes as I walk further in.

“Hey Angie,” I smile at her when I feel his eyes on me. I hold on to Rebel’s hand. I turn around. He isn’t looking at me, no, he is looking at his daughter.