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.

Savage POV.

I stare into the honey coloured eyes of the little girl holding Angel’s hand. My heart stops and my knees weaken as she looks back at me. I feel the tears build in my eyes as she looks up at her mom and asks to be picked up. Angel smiles at her lovingly and picks her up, placing her on her hip.

My daughter. Shit, I have a daughter. I watch as she leans her little head against her mom’s shoulder, but doesn’t take her eyes off me. She is shy.

“Angel.” I choke out as she walks towards me. I keep my eyes on the little beauty as she watches me. I smile at her, but she hides her face away. My heart sinks. She doesn’t know who I am.

“Savage.” Her tone is anything but friendly. Not like how she used to call my name. No, that tone is long gone, and it’s my fault.

“Care for a drink?” she asks, and I shake my head as she moves to the bar and orders a soda. This is awkward. I catch my little girl peeking at me and I smile at her, but she hides again. I chuckle at her. Good girl, never speak to strangers. Even though I shouldn’t be a stranger to her but I am. That thought pierces my heart. She took my kid and had no intention of me ever knowing about her.

“Shall we sit down?” I nod my head as she walks past me to the booth and sits down. She places our daughter on her lap as the bar maid brings toys for her to play with.

“Thanks Coral. I will speak to you later on.” She says, dismissing her and we just look at each other. The atmosphere is palpable.

“What is her name?” I break the awkward stare off we are having. Angel bits her lip and looks at me.

“Rebel Carlotta Moretti. She has not long turned two years old.” She says, and I nod my head at her. I test her name on my togue Rebel. She looks up at her mom after hearing her name.

“Down.” she says and my soul leaves my body listening to her innocent little voice. Angel chuckles and kisses her on her head.

“Not right now, baby. Soon ok?” she says so softly to her and Rebel nods her little head and goes back to playing.

“So, how have you been?”

“I am not here to discuss pleasantries with you, Savage. How did you find out? I mean, I’m surprised you are even here.” She bites out. I shiver at the gaze coming from her.

“When you ran away, you mother and father called an emergency meeting. They knew you were pregnant and why you ran. They also had those pictures sent to them. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you, Angel.” She scoffs, looking away, shaking her head as she sucks on her teeth and I know I have a lot of grovelling to do.

“Yeah, well, why would you? It doesn’t matter now. What’s done is done. How’s your ole lady?” she asks, and I stiffen and shake my head. I have caused this damage and I need to fix it.

“I don’t have one. I rescinded my claim on her after I found her in a compromising position. She was never pregnant.” She rolls her eyes and stifles a laugh.

“No, really, shocking.” She says sarcastically as she drinks her soda.

“Look, I know, drop the attitude. You should have told me, but instead you ran away and kept her from me!” I snap at her, which causes her to place the glass down calmly, and I gulp as she watches me.

“What do you want, Savage?” she asks like she is bored with me, which I know she isn’t. She thinks she can act all tough, but I know her. I know she is not like this. Angel is kind, gentle, loving. She is the purest person I know. So seeing her like this is like a dagger to my heart.

“You are both coming back with me. I Ryder ‘Savage’ Jackson, president of the Princes of Darkness MC. Claim you both as mine.” Her eyes widen before she laughs out loud, shaking her head. Wiping her tears from her eyes and Rebel laughs too. The sound is beautiful. Rebel claps because her mom is laughing.

“Ohhh, Savage, Savage, Savage. Nice try. You see, you can’t claim us. I am a Moretti and that trumps whatever you have just tried to do. Does my father no not my father? Does my momma know you are the reason I ran? The reason her only daughter fled?” Now I laugh at her, which causes her to stop dead as she watches me.

“Hate to beak it to you, princess, but yes, they do. I got a beating and a lovely scar on my leg from the bullet she shot at me. They also know I have found you both. You Angel Maria Moretti are coming with me. Whether I have to drag you kicking and screaming. You have run for too long, princess. Now it’s time to come home.” Her eyes widen and I smirk like a smug fucker. No running away now.

“Fine, we will go back. But I won’t be stepping foot in your clubhouse. I will go home with her and we can arrange visitation. I will not have her around your club or the women you have there. Take it or leave it, Ryder. Because from where I am sitting you are lucky to be alive,” she says and I laugh out loud at that. Oh, man, she doesn’t get it.

“What’s funny? Those are the terms. We are nothing, Ryder, and we will never be again. This is about her and her only. I don’t care about you or your club. She is my priority and if I say she isn’t to be around your club and bitches, then that is what will happen or you can walk away now and forget you ever saw her.” She bites out and I stop laughing and growl at her.

“I have claimed you both, so I’m sorry to break it to you, Angel. But you are both coming back to with me, and that’s final. Your mom and dad are aware of this. They will be meeting us there in two day’s time. So get with the programme. You won’t be staying in the clubhouse. You have your own house ready for you both to move it. Yes, they move fast and you know this,” I tell her and she stands up with Rebel in her arms.

She glares down at me before it turns into a smile.

“Yeah, you do move fast. You didn’t have the balls to end the relationship with me before you were balls deep, claiming some club whore who duped you with a fake pregnancy and vile photoshopped pictures of me. See you around Ryder, I won’t be going anywhere with the likes of you.” She turns and walks out of the bar. Rebel waves her little hand at me over her mom’s shoulder and I wave back, giving her a little wink.

She won’t get away from me that easily. Whether she likes it or not, I always get what I want. Oh Angel, you have no idea who you are playing with, princess.

I pull my phone from my pocket and dial the one person who will bring her in and she will hate me for it, but I need the big guns to tame her. She was never like this and I know I’ve said this before. She is now fierce and stubborn. She is acting like a spoilt little rich girl.

“Give her time, whatever you did, give her time. She has never acted like this before.” The bar maid says as she picks up the empty glass and toys. I nod my head as I watch the door.

“Please tell me she is coming home?”

“She is stubborn and has refused. She is playing hardball.”

“Leave her to me.” the call ends and I sigh before I pocket the phone and walk out to my bike. I see her car driving in the direction of her home. I straddle my bike and put my helmet on and start her up.

Once back at Solomon’s clubhouse. I walk inside, and Blaze is there, waiting for me, sitting at the bar. The club whores walking round cleaning up and chatting with the ole ladies of the members.

“So, let me guess. She told you to go fuck yourself?” he says, chuckling as he brings his bottle to his lips.

“I have a daughter, Blaze. She is beautiful. Her name is Rebel.” He spits his beer everywhere.

“Fuck!” yeah fuck indeed.