The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

Scythe POV.

The rest of the meeting was just more of the same. As soon as it was over, Rebel got up and left. We followed behind her.

"Rebel, stop." I say to her as I catch up to her. She has her game face on and one goal only. To find them and do what she was ordered to.

"Where are you going? You need to rest." I say to her gently when Dante walks up behind her. His hand on her shoulder and I see her take a breath.

"To see our friends, Paddy, and Alonso. They should know where Roman is and what Luna is planning. You heard them in there. They want Roman dead and Luna captured." She sneers and I know she is thinking the same as me. If the roles were reversed, she would have been killed without question. This is messed up.

"Then I need to head to the hospital. RJ maybe the golden boy, but he is still my brother. He was so scared of dying, I will never get the look of his face out of my head. I was the only one at that moment he saw." She says as her face looks blank. It's hard to watch when someone you love and I know Rebel loves her family, even if she denies it, is on the verge of death.

"Ok, we will go with you. That is not up for negotiation." I say to her and she nods her head.

"Ok, follow me." We each take her hands and walk out of the clubhouse towards the bikes. I look at Dante and realise can he even ride?

"Can you ride or will you take the SUV?" I ask him and he smiles at me.

"Oh, I can ride." He wiggles his eyebrows and I roll my eyes at him, but Rebel just giggles as she shoves him playfully.

"Rude." she says as she walks to her Suzuki Hayabusa. She straddles it, and I can't help but stare at her ass as she gets comfortable. Fucking hell.

"You coming or what?" She asks, and I feel the heat rising up my throat. In more than one way, baby, soon, very fucking soon.

I walk to my bike and straddle it as we watch and wait for Dante to straddle one.

"Erm, whose bike is that?" I ask him as he starts it up.

"Mine," he says as he revs it a few times and I look at him in shock. It's not everyday you see a man of the mafia riding a motorbike.

Especially one like that. The latest Ducati. Nice.

"Keep up." She shouts over the rumble of our bikes as we follow her out of the compound and onto the road. We follow behind her as she takes sharp turns and pulls back slightly. We ride past her. I turn my head and see her up on the back wheel as she flies forward. I chuckle. Show off. She is good at stunts and tricks.

She lands it gracefully and is off again as we follow her along another long stretch of road. The scenery changing from the town to countryside. She turns off and we follow when she slows down and we do the same thing.

We start to head towards a massive gate. When she speeds up. My heart is in my throat as she approaches the gate at speed. The gates open and I look at Dante and he nods his head and we follow behind her up the path and around a fountain as the ground opens up and we head down.

We are now in a parking garage underground. She parks her bike up and we do the same thing. She turns the bike off and climbs off as we follow her. I look around the parking garage and see all kinds of vehicles.

Bikes, SUVs, vans, supercars, a tank. Wait, they have a fucking tank? And is that a helicopter? There are more vehicles in here. Bloody hell. Are they preparing for war?

"You're drooling." She says as she chuckles, walking past us to the steel doors. She places her thumb on the pad, then her hand and bends, looking ahead and the doors open. She smirks over her shoulder and walks inside.

"Rebel, what is this place?" Dante asks her, and she looks straight ahead.

"Home," is all she says when the doors open again and she steps out into a corridor. The floor is black and shiny, the walls are silver. It reminds me of a set of a spy movie.

I hear a growl and stop in my tracks. I look at Rebel and she smiles at me.

"Don't be scared. She won't hurt you." She? She? What she? I don't have long to find out as this, she steps out from round the corner flanked by more of her kind.

She looks like a lion; she is large and black with what looks like a mane. That is not a dog, no way. She is the size of a lion.

"Astrid, net." (Astrid, no) I look at Rebel and she moves towards this Astrid.

"Since when can you speak Russian?" I ask her as she strokes this fluffy ball of death.

"Since I started working for Alessa. I'm fluent in several languages. Besides, these beautiful pups are trained in Russian. They were gifts from the Volkovs, bred by them actually. They are Tibetan Mastiffs." She says, and I gulp. Now don't get me wrong, I have been around gigantic dogs most of my life.

Angel had a Cane Corso called Boomer, and he was a big softy unless you threatened his family. He died about ten years ago. Rebel was heartbroken when he passed away. He was a good boy, and he was loyal. He was her brother, her protector.

"Ok, can we do what we have come here to do?" I ask her as she strokes and fusses with these huge monster dogs. She stands and looks at us.

"Of course, follow me." She says as she says something in Russian and the dogs walk away. I follow her and so does Dante.

We arrive in a common area. There are sofas everywhere and a huge TV that mounts the chimney breast. With a huge roaring fire. Rugs line the floor. There are woman casually sitting and chatting. They all stop and turn their heads to look at us.

The Mother's Revenge only recruits women. They are a biker crew in their own rights, but these women are deadly and I shiver under their lustful stares. I feel naked as my hands instinctively cover my junk.

"Rebel, ty kupila nam novyye igrushki?" (Rebel, you bought us new toys?) Rebel looks at the woman who is speaking and chuckles.

"Net, oni moi." (No, they are mine) She says in return and the woman who spoke pouts and turns her head away, followed by the others. Rebel walks to us and smirks.

"What did she say?" I ask, and Rebel winks at me, hiding a laugh.

"Cleo wanted to know if I bought them new toys." She says, smiling, and I look at Dante and he is chuckling. What the fuck?

"Don't worry baby, I told her no, that you are both mine. No big deal. Besides, she would break you." She says, taking our hands and pulls us through the common room towards another set of doors.

Everything looks the same. It is sterile and devoid of warmth. But then again, it is their home, or headquarters.

"I know what you're thinking. The headquarters are devoid of anything homey, unless you enter the bedrooms and, of course, the inner part of the mansion. The inner part is where we all relax as a family. So that is our home. This part is where we work or wait for instruction." She pushes open the doors and wasn't wrong. The difference is night and day.

It's like we have stepped into a different house. It's warm and homey. Pictures line the walls. There are a few sideboards with vases and more pictures that sit on top. We walk towards a huge, open living room. The walls are a deep red and cream. The sofas look comfy and full.

The kitchen is to the side, and women are busy cooking.

We walk through and head to another door. Women greet Rebel and us. We enter what looks like a wine cellar. We walk past rows and rows of wines until we come to a door. She enters a code, and the door opens with a click. She pulls the door all the way and enters the room. But it's not a room. It's another corridor that leads to a stone staircase.

We walk down the steps and come to another door. This place is a maze. She opens the door and the sounds of screams and shouts echo around us. Each cell is made of what looks like glass. You can see what each prisoner is doing. They are all in red scrubs, either sitting on their cots or leaning against the glass, watching who has just entered their home. When they see Rebel some step back. The fear in their eyes is evident.

"Welcome to our prison. This is where our prisoners are held before we either take them through there or to another part of the mansion." She points to a black door.

"The interrogation room?" Dante asks. He has been silent, just observing.

"Yes, or as we call it, the void. Once you enter that room, you never come back out." She says as she walks to the door. She looks straight ahead, ignoring the many men and women in these glass cells. One woman catches my eye. The woman I fucked a week ago is in one of these cells.

"Rebel, what is she doing here?" I ask, pointing at the redhead. Rebel turns and looks from me to her.

"Oh Sara, yeah. She works for Ricci and Smyth. So she is here until I decide what to do with her. Is that a problem?" She asks, looking at me as Sara looks up and

is frightened. She is pleading with me with her eyes to help her. But I can't go against the Mother's Revenge.

"No, have you begun your questions with her?" I say to her and she shakes her head.

"Not yet, but I will. She won't be going in here if she plays nice and tells me what she knows. The same goes for everyone in these cells. They are all here because of what they know. When they give us what we want, they are released with no memory of ever being here." She says, ending the conversation there.

She opens the door and the screams get louder. I see her smirk as we enter.

The stench of blood and other bodily fluids hits me, and I fight back the gag. "Well, you two look like shit. Nice to see you both again." She says and the two men dangling naked from the ceiling look up at her. Jesus Christ. I didn't recognise them at first.noveldrama

One of the Mother's Revenge is in the room, standing with her arms folded over

her chest. I know this woman. She turns to face me and my breath catches in my

throat.

"Well, look who we have here. It's been a long time, Dylan, or is it Scythe now?" She says her Russian accent thick as she walks closer to me and Dante.

"Mischa. It's been a while."