The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

Sophie POV.

It has been a few weeks since I was brought to the clubhouse. I have been

helping where I can. But every time, I'm told to rest, and it is driving me bonkers. I know Harry hates it when I tell him this is not the first time. But it's true. I'm usually up and doing things for myself a few days after the beating.

So this is going to take some getting used to. But still, I can move now without much pain, just a dull ache. I'm healing, but I know my own body and I know when to stop. I know when to rest. I haven't taken my pain meds in a couple of days because I don't want to be dependent on them.

So here I am, helping in the clubhouse. Harry is not here, he is hunting as he calls it. He seriously can't expect me to be in bed being waited on hand and foot. It is not in my nature, so I am pottering around helping with the bar or doing dishes in the kitchen. Either way, the quicker I get back to being myself, the better.

What I really want to do is get back in the ring again. But I know I'm nowhere near ready for that just yet. Maybe in the next week I will be.

"What are you doing?" Rebel asks as I look over my shoulder at her as she leans against the door frame with her arms folded over her chest and I stiffen at being caught by the matriarch of the family.

"Oh, just doing what I can. I don't want to be seen a freeloader. I need to pull my weight." I say to her as I turn back to the bubbly water as I wash the plates and set them in the dishwasher. She chuckles and I can hear her moving closer to me. She begins to help me.

"You know, I have to say this Sophie, one you are not a freeloader, two you can do what you feel you need to without causing yourself any pain. I know Harry is treating you like you will break, but you and I know differently. We both have scars from our parents." She tells me and I stop mid scrub and look at her and she smiles softly at me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know the extent of what you went through." I tell her, and she chuckles.

"Everyone has trauma. It is how we deal with it that matters. Take me, for instance. Neglected by my parents when my sister was born. I got in with the wrong crowd, turned to drugs and alcohol at an early age. I was a lost cause. My parents put me into rehab. When I was released, I was an empty shell. Then one night after I was walking home from work. I killed someone I wasn't supposed to." She says and I just stand and watch her as she washes the plate in the sink.

"I was then taken by my mom's friend Alessa Valentino. She was known as Ghost. She ran the assassin group I now am in charge of. The Mother's Revenge. She taught me everything I know. I travelled the world, killing thousands of targets. Then I met Dante. He was a target. Well, he needed protection. I grew up with Scythe. So you see, you, like me, are a fighter." She turns her head to look at me and I see the certainty in her honey coloured eyes.

"I know you are strong, and like me, you hated people doing everything for you. So I'm going to ask you. Sophie, what is it you really want to do?" She asks me and I look at her and think, what is it I want to do?

"I would love to get back into the ring. I want to live my life not running, but I don't know what that life would look like. I have lived in fear for so very long. To me it is ..."

"Normal." She finishes for me and I nod my head.

"Well, people like you and me who have lived with fear, nothing will ever feel normal. To others, their normal is so very different from ours. So we need to find our own sense of normal. I think Harley Quinn said it perfectly. Normal is a setting on the dryer. People like us don't get normal. You stabbed that man seven years ago. Why?" she asks and I sigh as I take the plate from her hand and place it in the dishwasher.

"He was going to rape me. It was either hurt him, or let him take the last thing that made me innocent. I chose. I didn't know he died. I didn't wait around long enough to find out." I say and she just watches me.

"Do you feel guilty for killing him?" She asks, tilting her head to the side and I know this makes me a bad person. I shake my head and she smirks.

"Follow me." She says and I look at her as she walks to the door and stops before she looks at me over her shoulder. "Well, you coming or not?" She asks and I look at the bubbles in the sink and turn, wiping my hands on the towel and walk to her. She chuckles as I reach her side and she links her arm with mine.

"This is going to be fun. We are going to find your definition of normal. But we both know your normal is turning that fear into something beautiful. I see it in you Sophie. That little bit of darkness that needs an outlet." She says, but I say nothing because she is right.

I have spent so many years thinking how I would make my father and brother pay for everything they have done. But I never acted on it. I know that's not normal, but as Rebel said, that is our normal. As we walk outside, I see a large black and orange blur run past us.

"What the hell is that?" I ask as I watch it jump up on the branch of the tree. Rebel chuckles.

"Oh, that is just Mystique. She is Harmony's Patger. Panther cross tiger. Don't be scared of her. She is a big softy at heart. Just look at her like a giant house cat." She says, and I can't take my eyes off the cat. She is beautiful.

"Hey momma." We both stop and see Harmony walking towards us with Melody at her side as Maverick pushes the pram.

"Oh sweetie, what are you doing here?" Rebel asks her as she walks closer to her daughter and hugs and kisses her before she kisses Maverick on her cheek and scoops Melody up in her arms.

"We went for a walk and thought we would and see everyone for a little bit. Faith is sleeping." Harmony says, and I feel awkward. I try to look away, knowing she will see the bruises on my face.noveldrama

"Sophie, what are you ..." she gasps as she takes in my face. "What happened?" She asks as she comes closer and hugs me and I go to speak when the rumble of bikes stops me.

I smile, seeing Harry in the front leading the others in. He shuts the bike off and climbs off.

"Harry, Harry." Melody is off and running and he smiles really big at her and scoops her up in his arms and kisses her all over her face. That sight alone does something to me.

My dad used to be like that with me. I turn and walk away, tears streaming down

my face. I can't look back at the good memories, they just make this so much

worse.