The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

Angel POV.

With the help of my momma and the nurse, they help me out of bed so I can get to the bathroom. I stand looking at myself in the mirror and feel nothing but disgust.

My face is black and swollen, my eyes resemble a panda. The whites of my eyes are blood red, bruises around my throat. Bruising down my collarbone and ribs. Teeth marks on my breasts and red marks mar my abdomen from where they cut me. My thighs are bruised and swollen. I don't need to know the state down there because I know. I can feel them still and I move to the toilet and vomit, taking a deep breath well as deep as I can.

I move back to the mirror and sigh. My hair is matted, and I have dried blood on my skin. I have a support bandage on my nose from where it was broken and then re-set. I look like I've been hit by a truck. But I survived, well, sort of. I know I will never be the same again.

"Angel, come on, sweetie. Let's get you cleaned up." My momma says from behind me and I scoff. She helps me into the shower and shampoos my hair and helps get me washed. I sit there in the chair, feeling nothing but shame. I feel so helpless that I can't do simple tasks without her help. I watch as the clotted blood flows down the drain and the dirt leaves my body.

Once I have been showered, she helps me get dressed in baggy sweats and zip up hoodie. She brushes and braids my hair and puts the hood up. I pull it down so it obscures part of my face. She helps me brush my teeth and I wince as the split on my lip opens again. Once I'm done and I feel slightly better, she helps me shuffle back to the bed and sit down as she finishes packing up my things.

The doctor told me this morning what they found. Mom said I didn't need to know, but I did. I needed to know the damage they inflicted on me because of him. I wasn't shocked to hear it. But what I was glad about was the fact all the screening tests had come back clear. At least I don't have any nasty skanky ass diseases from them.

They did pull DNA, but they haven't been able to find a match for any of them. I don't need their DNA. I will find them. They violated me, beat me, then left me for dead. I will show them no mercy.

I am being discharged today, much to the protests of my momma and the doctor. But tough I just want to go home, to my house, my daughter, and my boy. I will be fine in the house. I just want to hold my daughter and sleep with her in my arms.

"Come on baby girl, let's get you home," my momma says as she helps me to the door. I shuffle forward with her help. I refused to go in a damn wheelchair. I need to be strong and I will be.

I'm panting by the time we reach the elevator. Leaning against the wall. My momma carries my bag. My father has been to see me but hasn't wanted to touch me knowing how I reacted to my twin brother. I know he is doing all he can to find them. I haven't spoken about Savage and when my momma brings him up; I shut down. I want nothing to do with him.

When we reach the underground parking lot. She helps me towards her car. I climb in, groaning and sweating as I grit my teeth as I pull myself up and into the SUV.

We drive in silence as she heads away from the hospital towards my house. I hear the rumble of bikes and I know it's him and his MC. I watch as a bike drives past and moves in front of the SUV, escorting us to my house.

"Momma, get away from them, please. I don't want to see them." I say to her and she sighs then steps on it.

"Hold on." She says as she drives around the bike at speed and turns off and guns it, taking different turns and losses them pulling up at the house. The door opens, and she helps me out.

I shuffle up the path as the front door opens, and my daddy stands there with my brothers.

"Mommy, mommy." I smile as tears leave my eyes as Rebel reaches for me.

"Easy little one. Let mommy sit down first, ok?" my dad says to her, and she nods her head, clinging to him and looking at me in shock.

"It's ok baby girl. Mommy is ok," I say as my voice breaks as my momma helps me sit down and he places Rebel on her feet and she runs to me. Momma catches her before she can launch at me.

"Easy Rebel. Mommy is sore ok. You have to be gentle, just like we talked about. Can you do that? Can you be gentle with mommy?" She asks her and Rebel nods her head as mom sits down with her and I open my arms for her and she gently crawls onto my lap and I hold her to my chest. I sob and kiss her head.

"I missed you. I love you so much, Rebel. Mommy is here." I say as she sobs quietly and we both stay like that as I reassure my daughter that I'm ok and that I'm not going to leave her again.

After some time, she falls asleep. A drink is placed in front of me with my pain meds and I take them. Settling back down, I sleep with my daughter on my chest.

I hear hushed voices as I open my eyes and look around to see my father at the front door talking to someone.

"Daddy, who is it?" I say, my voice groggy and my throat as dry as the Sahara.

"It's no one important." I hear the growl and I know it's him.

"Ok, then shut the door. I don't want to see him." I say and after a few moments, the door shuts, and he comes to the other sofa and sits down.

"Where's momma and my brothers?" I ask and he looks at me.

"Hunting." Is all he says and I know what that means. They are trying to find them. But they won't find them, no one will.

"Daddy, it's pointless. I'm ok. See I'm alive." I smile at him and he rubs a hand down his face before he stands and moves into the kitchen to return with a bottle of water. And places it down before he moves back to his seat.

"That's not the point, Angel. This

shouldn't have happened. Your mom she thinks this is that whore's doing. They are tooking into all the cameras from the store and trying to find where you were taken." I nod my head as I hold Rebel tighter to me as I move to grab the bottle and wince as my ribs scream again.

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"Dad, it doesn't matter. Let it go. She can have him I'm done and I don't want to talk about it. I just want to forget it happened. Please." I say to him as Rebel moves and opens her eyes, yawning. I smile down at and she climbs next to me, up to her knees. She pushes the

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hood off my head and looks at me.

"Mommy hurt." Her beautiful eyes tear up, and I hug her, kissing her head.

"No baby, mommy is ok. I had an accident. But I'm ok. Shh now my baby, mommy is fine." I say as I look at my dad and shake my head, telling him to drop it and he nods in understanding.

Her sobs turn to hiccups as I just hold her. The door opens and my family walks in. I turn my head and shake my head at them.

"Leave it alone, OK? I know this is hard for y'all to understand, but please, no more." I say and they all look at me with understanding in their eyes.

"Ok, we will drop it for now, but it won't be forgotten." My momma says and I snap my anger taking hold. They are not listening to me.

"No, I mean leave it alone. All of you, leave it a-fucking-lone. I just want to forget it happened and y'all aren't helping, so if you aren't going to help and listen to what I want, then leave." I say and they all look at me in shock. "You don't mean that..."

"Get out. You are as much to blame as he is. Now get the fuck out of my house before we have a problem." My voice is like steel as I glare at them. All I want to do is forget and heal, and I can't do that when they keep pushing it in my damn face.

"Ok, ok, we will go but we will be checking in. I'm going to order you some food, then we will go. But Angel, you shouldn't be alone right now." I scoff. I have been alone for the last three fucking years and I was doing better than I am now.

"Being alone is what I need to

process all this and to begin healing.

Aren't you listening to me? Look, I

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survived for three years on my own and never had this happen. I come back here and within three months this happens. Y'all have done enough. You haven't thought about me or her and what we needed, no it's been about control. Allegiances with those who are loyal to you. The Moretti name means nothing. They didn't know who I was. That is because of you. All because of what he did to us when we were kids. This is on you as much as it is on Savage. Now, get out!" I snarl out asContent © NôvelDrama.Org.

I watch their faces fall at my words.

"This isn't you Angel ..."

"Did you know Lucifer was an angel before he fell? I have fallen. I am no longer the Angel, you know. Leave!" I say as I look away, waiting for the door to close and when it does, I breathe a breath of relief. Peace at last. I have all I need right here. My daughter and my boy. I will be fine, we will be fine. Or are those some famous last words?