The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 13

Savage POV.

I didn’t go back to the clubhouse after leaving Angel’s house. I went to my house. The house no one other than my higher-ups have been to. I didn’t sleep last night thinking about Angel and what she said last night.

Yes, I was a fucking impatient asshole. I should have allowed her sometime to adjust and settle down, but like the moron I am. I decided it would be a good idea to allow my parents and some of the guys to meet my baby girl.

It was going well at first, then Angel erupted and so did Rebel. I knew then I fucked up massively. Even my mom and dad told me I did. But it wasn’t like I invited the whole damn MC.

It was only my higher ups and their ole ladies. Nothing big, nothing like what we do at the clubhouse. I wouldn’t allow that to happen at her home. But the guys were too excited to see her again and, of course, meeting my little Rebel was the icing on the cake. The drinks were flowing, and the food was delicious. But I knew Angel was tired and emotional.

So I tried to help her out, but that backfired and we went at it in the kitchen. Then again, in the garden. I climb out of bed as dawn breaks and head to the shower.

I need to be patient with her; I hurt her and she won’t let me forget that. I know I fucked up in the past, but I want to be there not just for Rebel but for her, too. In the club, even if you aren’t with the woman who is having your kid, you stand by them. But Angel isn’t part of the MC. No, she is the heir to the DeNucci family. The family her mom was from.

She may be a Moretti, but she was always different. She wasn’t a spoilt brat; she was generous, kind and beautiful, always smiling and happy. Since she ran away, we have looked for her and I found her again. She is more beautiful than she was three years ago.

I shut the shower off and get ready for the day. It is going to be hard to stay away, but I have to until she is ready. Heading to the kitchen checking my messages, I begin to make my coffee when my phone rings. I groan, seeing it is Antonio.

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