The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

Dante POV.

What was I thinking? I just fucked her like a whore, when she was anything but. But she got under my skin with her observation of me. Yes, it was cruel to walk away the way I did, but she got under my skin.

She has been doing that since I first laid eyes on her when she was working in that diner, five years ago.

I knew who she was. I could tell she was hurting, and I wanted to make it better for her. So I started going to the diner to see her, just a normal customer. We would talk, make polite conversation. She would smile, but I could see the pain in her eyes. It made my heart bleed for her. Such a beautiful woman with so much pain in her soul.

She doesn't recognise me, especially when I don't look like I did back then. It hurts that she doesn't and won't remember me. What did I expect? She has travelled all over the world and seen countless faces. Of course, she wouldn't recognise me. All I was trying to do was watch out for her. The sad, lonely girl who you could tell was fighting her demons.

I know how hard it is to come from a well-known family, to not feel noticed. So it's no wonder she got in with the wrong crowd when she was a teenager. I love her and I have from a far.

When Alessa came to me and told me there was a hit out on me, I didn't know she would send Rebel to protect me. Not that I need it. She thinks she is the shark in this little pond, but she is wrong. I am.noveldrama

Those that wanted me dead wouldn't have gotten close even if she wasn't protecting me. I know she has been following me for months and has been in my homes and all my businesses, keeping tabs on me. But tonight, when she ended up in my path, I had no intentions of getting in her way, or letting on that I knew who she was and why she was there. But things happened and that part of me wanted to see how far she would go. I'm a fucking idiot.

My driver drives through the city towards my penthouse apartment. I can't get the look of hurt out of my head. The way she looked at me when I walked away. The words I spoke to her, I know it cut her deep. I fucked up and a part of me wants to go back and beg her forgiveness, but I can't. She is doing her job even if she doesn't realise that I can protect myself.

Rebel Moretti-Jackson is the other half of my soul. She thinks it's me that needs saving when it is actually her. She can pretend all she wants that she is this tough, resilient woman, but I know she is lonely. That she wants to be loved and feel loved. I know the biker Dylan loves her. But she is not receptive to his love for her. I don't think she even recognises it, and that is heartbreaking. Maybe at one time she would have, but now after everything she has gone through. She is a hard shell to crack.

Don't get me wrong, Dylan, or Scythe, as he is known to his brothers, he is a handsome man and I know his secret. You see, Dylan and I are alike, we are both bisexual same as Rebel is. But being from the world we are, him being in the MC and me being mafia; we have to keep that side of ourselves hidden. Stupid, I know. Love is love, right? It shouldn't be frowned upon, but it is. Well, it is within my family.

My phone rings and I sigh, taking the phone from my suit jacket pocket and see the number. I sigh loudly and look up at the ceiling of the car.

"Hello Alessa,"

"Do you want to tell me why I have one of my best girls, telling me to put someone else on you?" great.

"I made her ..."

"You mean you fucked her? Goddamnit Dante. Do you know that right now you are on top of her and my shit list? Do you have any idea what she will do to you now?" she hisses down the line and I know that. She will come after me for shits and giggles. She will toy with me like a cat does with a mouse.

"I will fix it. Tell her it is her assignment, and she has to stick to it." I say to her and she chuckles, knowing that Rebel is going to hate it.

"Ok, but know this, Dante. She won't be pleased with this. I know you have some sort of history with her, but she isn't the girl you remember. She is broken, damaged. That makes her dangerous, and you just fucked her and walked away. So your dick will now be on the chopping block. Tread lightly Dante." She says and hangs up. I throw the phone on the seat next to me.

Years ago, Rebel killed that idiot that I paid to have killed. The wannabe gangster. Billy Smyth. I ordered the hit on him after he hurt my little sister, Christina. She was dating him at the time against her better judgement. He beat her up, thinking he was a big man. I could have killed him, but I needed my hands clean. So I hired the Mother's Revenge to take care of him.

Little did I know that the girls he was fucking behind my sister's back were the same girls Rebel used to knock around with. I watched what happened that night. How Rebel confronted them after they so stupidly mentioned her name and it went to hell fast. Rebel was fighting with the girls when that piece of shit pulled a gun on her. I got out of the car and was running to save her when she shot him as he shot her. She made it; he didn't. I made sure of that.

That was when Alessa took her under her wing to pay back for the hit she unknowingly completed. Since then, she has been all over the world eliminating targets. So you are probably wondering how I got involved in this.

Well, because I rose through the ranks quickly, making a name for myself within the mafia, with my numerous businesses. Jealously is a disease. Someone made the accusation that I was trafficking men and women and using them in sex rings. Which is ludicrous. All the men and women that work for me are vetted and work of their own free will. Besides, it gets them off the streets so they can conduct their business in safety. I even vet all the clients to make sure they are safe. Some would think of what I do is the same as a pimp, but it's not.

Whatever they earn whilst working in my strip clubs and brothels is theirs. The only money I take is from the bar, the bookings, and the VIP memberships.

So because of how I have monopolised the sex market, there have been numerous hits put on my head. Alessa knew that what I was being accused of was horse shit, so she arranged for me to be protected. Little did I know at the time she would send Rebel to do it.

And like the idiot I am, I just fucked her like she is a damn streetwalker only difference is I didn't pay for it. That makes me the biggest piece of shit out there. Especially when I pride myself on making my workers feel safe and valued.

Rebel is only doing her job in protecting me and keeping me alive, and I go and do that to her. No matter if she got under my skin or not, what I did was wrong. And now she is going to hate me and if she so wanted to, she could easily let those who want me dead get close enough to do it.

Not only have I just fucked with my own safety, but I have just fucked with hers by being seen with her. Fuck, I seriously didn't think of that. We were seen by hundreds of people in my club dancing together and people would have seen me shove her into the room and then me leave looking dishevelled not long after. What have I done? I need a solution to keep us both alive. She will now have a target on her back.

I arrive at my apartment building and walk through the lobby and towards the penthouse lift. I swipe my card and the doors open. I step in, not looking, when I hear a click. I lift my head and see a woman pointing a gun at me. I raise my hands and watch her as I step inside, and she presses the button for the penthouse. She pats me down and pulls my gun from the holster under my suit jacket.

"You don't need to do this, you know. It's not worth your life for taking on this contract." I say, looking forward, and she chuckles, pressing the gun into my back.

"Who said I'm here for the contract? Maybe I'm just after something else first before I kill you. After all, I've been paid for the job." The doors open with a ding and I step out into the open plan living room. The lights were on when I left, they were off now. The fireplace was on, again. That was off when I left. Someone has been here or is still here.

She shoves me forward. I move, my eyes scanning, looking for the other person, when I hear another click and stop. I know it's Rebel. She takes her job seriously.

“Katrina, Katrina, Katrina. Didn't your momma ever tell you to never go after another woman's man?" I turn my head and see Rebel standing at the side with her gun trained on this Katrina woman.

I hear the clicking of her heels against my hardwood floor. How did she get here

so fast? She comes into view. Looking delicious and my cock jumps to life.

She is wearing all black skin tight leather. Her long blonde hair is in a high ponytail. Black leather high-heeled thigh-high boots. Leather gloves and her in her hand is a gun.

"Rebel, you're too late. He is my hit." Katrina says Rebel doesn't take her eyes from this woman.

"Oh, my bad." She eases up and my eyes widen. She wouldn't? Of course she would. This is her revenge for what I did.

"You going to fuck him? If so, I think I'll stay for the show." She walks past me and gives me a look that I can't read as she sits on the sofa, making herself comfortable. Crossing one booted foot over her opposite knee and her arms spread over the back of the sectional.

This woman! She is going to be the death of me for sure.

"Oh I know, I'll direct. I know what I like. So shall we start? Dante, you sit down and Kat be a darling and straddle him in reverse. I want to see everything." She says and Katrina laughs and loosens her hold on the gun. Rebel moves quickly and fires her gun and Katrina goes down.

Rebel sighs and stands walking towards the woman, who is bleeding out on my hardwood floor.

"You Katrina are a greedy bitch. You should have just killed him in the elevator. Now you are dying on his floor, so inconsiderate of you. I'll let your boss know, shall I?" she raises her gun once more and fires, ending the assassin. "You're welcome." She pats my chest like it's no big deal. "I may not want to be stuck babysitting you, but a job is a job. So be a dear and clean that up," she says, pointing to the dead woman on my floor and I just blink at her as she walks back in to the shadows.

"Rebel, wait! Look, I'm sorry for what..." she whirls round fast and grabs my throat, slamming me hard into the wall.

"Don't! You are a job. Nothing more, nothing less. I know you could have killed her, Dante, but you didn't. So that is two in one night. Don't hesitate next time." She releases me, but I grab her and throw her over my shoulder and spank her ass as I walk with her to my bedroom.

"Put me down, you ogre!" she screams. I turn my head and bite her ass and she yelps and goes still.

"We are going to have a chat, so stop!" I say to her and she groans and just hangs limp. This will be interesting. She is going to hate it, but it means she will be

by my side. In her head, she is protecting me, but I am protecting her. From

herself.