The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

Scythe POV.

Waking the next afternoon next to the sleeping redhead. I climb out of bed. I texted Rebel, telling her I was heading out last night, but she didn't respond, no doubt having her own fun. I look at the sleeping woman at the side of me and I hate this part. I wake her up and tell her it's time for her to leave. At least she doesn't try to cling.

Once again, the only way for me to satisfy this woman or any woman was to imagine they were Rebel. I know that's all kinds of sick and wrong, but I need my release too. Even if I can't have Rebel. Rebel is just perfect. She knows I'm bisexual and doesn't bat an eye at that. Then again, so is she. But I only want her, but I know I can't have her.

She doesn't know how much I love her. How much it hurts to see her with other men and women. How I wish it was me that makes her scream. But I know nothing will happen between us. She doesn't see me like that. To her, I'm like a brother, her partner in crime, her hunting buddy.

We call it hunting when we are on the hunt for someone to help with our release. Walking to our living room, I know she isn't home. No doubt she got lucky. That hurts the more I think about it. I pick my phone up off the coffee table and see she has texted me. I open the message.

Rebel: Hey, hope you had a blast. Winking devil, tongue, aubergine and water splash emojis. I had some work to do, catcha later, don't wait up xx

I sigh, knowing what that means. She thinks I don't know about her involvement with the Mother's Revenge, but we all know. The whole club knows. But they never see her to talk about it, she doesn't come around the Clubhouse anymore.

When Rebel was shot five years ago. Angel and Savage were beside themselves. They blamed themselves for how she turned out. No one reassured them that it wasn't. We know it was. They could have done better, but they didn't. They failed her and so did the club and her family.

I wait for Samantha? Sarah? Sally? Whatever her name is to leave in her Uber and head to my cage. We call anything that isn't a bike a cage. I climb into the truck and start it up, and head to the clubhouse. I left my bike there when Rebel called last night for our impromptu night out.

As I pull up to the clubhouse compound. I shut the truck off and climb out. I walk up the steps and inside, ignoring the brothers and their ole ladies. I walk towards the bar and ask the prospect for a beer. I sit at the bar and think, what am I going to do about Rebel? One of these days, she is going to get herself killed.

"Hey, son, why the long face?" I look at the man who I have called dad since I was small. I know he isn't my real father, but it takes a special kind of man to raise the child of another man.

"Rebel." Is all I have to say to him and he sits beside me. He and my mom both know how I feel about her. Hell, how I've always felt about her. I think everyone in the club knows, but either she does and doesn't acknowledge it or she is oblivious to it.

"Son, I know it's hard, especially after everything she has been through. Give her time and she will come round." I hang my head and shake it.

"That's just it, dad. I don't think she ever will. She is off doing god knows what with who and doesn't see me like that. If she was anyone else, I would go all King Kong and just make it happen. But it's Rebel, dad. She would kick my ass if I step out of line with her. It is becoming harder, you know. We live together, hell I've held her when she was hurt, during everything we have been there for her. You, mom, Scar you all practically raised her." I say because he knows how it has been for us.

I would die for her, hell I've even killed for her. Yet she doesn't look at me like anything other than her friend. And it sucks, big time.

"I know son, I think it's time you either tell her how you feel or you walk away," he says and I sigh, knowing he is right. I nod my head and drink my beer. We shoot the shit about everything that has been happening lately when the clubhouse door opens and in walks Angel, Savage, Luna, and RJ. Just great. I roll my eyes as they walk inside.

"Watch that eye roll, son. You will be RJ's VP when he becomes prez." I scoff into my bottle.

"It should be Rebel." I say and he hums in agreement.

Ryder-Junior, or RJ as he is known, maybe the only boy to Angel and Savage, but he has no clue how to run this club. Granted, he is only eighteen, but still. The brothers started to lose respect for Savage after what happened to Rebel.

We all saw it happen. When Luna Skye was born, their family dynamic started to shift. Neither of them had time for Rebel. Even though Rebel was there for her little sister, they just palmed her off to others. I don't remember, but I have been told and my mom and dad wouldn't lie about it. Then RJ came just over a year later it got worse. Rebel was left to her own devices, all she wanted was the love of her parents but their attention was drawn else where.

Rebel would be at our house more often, or with Scarlet, Hatchet, and Deanna. I don't know how they could just not see how they were harming their eldest daughter? It was like Savage and Angel just turned their backs on her. Like she was the practice child or some sick shit.

I remember one Christmas when we were ten. Rebel cried about the doll she wanted. She didn't get it, but Luna did. So she started to act out. And no one could blame her for it, either. She always did what she was told. She was kind and loving, then one day she changed. She gave up. But I have always been there for her. Same as he has been there for me.

It was me who found her when she was sixteen, nearly dead in that ditch. Savage and Angel lost it with her. It happened here in the clubhouse for everyone to see. She resented them and so she acted out more, got in with the wrong crowd and spiralled. Couldn't they see what she was doing was a cry for help?

When Rebel was eighteen, things got worse. No one could control her, and Angel and Savage had had enough. They called her out in front of every brother and their ole lady because she was drunk and was found doing coke off the bar. Yeah, it didn't go down well.noveldrama

Tweedle dee and tweedle dum both started and Rebel exploded. She screamed at Angel and Savage, telling them both exactly what she thought of them. Luna and RJ tried to attack her. Luna was fourteen and RJ was thirteen. She kicked both their asses.

I think she even clocked Angel during the attack. She lost it, completely snapped. She was screaming at them all that she wished that both the kids had died before they were born and that she wished Angel and Savage were dead and that they were shit parents. It was fucking brutal. Angel was sobbing and so was Savage. They knew how much they failed her. So they sent her to rehab.

She went, but we received word that within the first day, she was ruling the place. It seemed there was no hope for her and we all failed her. The Moretti's then got involved and Teagan and Angel went head to head. They all blamed the other, but never taking responsibility for how things had turned out for Rebel.

Then, after six months, she was released. She was different, more withdrawn. The only people she would speak to were me and my family. She refused to acknowledge her family. She started working in a local diner even though she didn't need to. Then she was shot.

From that moment, I moved her into my house and she started working for Alessa and the Mother's Revenge.

I'm just too much of a pussy to tell her how I feel. I watch as the prez and his family walk through the clubhouse, then the doors open again and I look at who it is. I stand from the bar stool shocked and walk towards her. She looks pissed. "Rebs, everything ok?" I ask her and she nods her head. She stiffens slightly as her family looks at her, but she looks away. This is awkward.

"I need to talk to you about something. It's important. Can we ..." she says, pouting and tilting her head towards the living quarters. I nod my head as I lead her to my room here.

We both enter the room and before I shut the door, I see the faces of both Savage and Angel. They are both devastated that she won't even look at them. That's on them. They need to pull their heads out of their asses and fucking grovel to get her forgiveness, but I feel it is too late for them. Who knows stranger things have happened.