The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

Maverick POV.

A rough tongue licks my cheek and a yowling purr like chuff is really loud in my ear. I raise my hand with a groan and push the sound away. But it is too strong and won't budge.

I lay limp on the ground feeling a snuffly nose trying to rouse me. But I'm too comfortable.

When a loud roar makes me jump to my feet. I look around the room, my eyes wide with panic. My mind is foggy and I try to remember what happened.

Harmony.

"Harmony, Harmony, where are you, baby?" I call through the house when I hear another yowl and turn to see Mystique sitting in the doorway of the front door, facing the street, calling out into the night. My fear rises in my chest as I scan the room, looking for Harmony.

I run up the stairs and search every room for any sign of Harmony, but there is nothing. I'm still calling her name when I run back down the stairs, falling down the last three.

I pull at my hair, knowing she is gone. My phone rings and I pull it out of my pocket and see it's Rebel calling me.

"Yeah!" I answer, looking down, realising I'm still dressed as Willy Wonka.

"No, she is gone. I don't know. I woke up on her floor with the front door open. Rebel, get the club here." I say before I hang up, listening to her screaming for the club to haul ass. I walk towards Mystique and she is staring outside.

I reach for her head and stroke her.

"It's ok, girl, we will get your mom back," I say to her as I turn and walk around the house looking for any clue. It doesn't take a goddamn genius to figure out who took her. Joel motherfucking Richardson.

That son of a bitch was waiting in the fucking shadows like the snake he is. Drugged me while my back was turned. He is not man enough to face me head on, but he is about to learn the error of only knocking me out.

The rumble of bikes brings me out of my thoughts. As I walk back to the door. My emotions are battling right now. I want to cry, not because I'm sad, but because I'm angry. I'm also extremely worried.

Joel has my woman. He is involved in the trafficking of women, men, and children. He has Harmony, my Harmony and I don't want to think what he could be doing to her.

The question is: did she go willingly with him to avoid a scene? Or did he drug her again, too?

Either way, once we know where she is, I will enjoy playing with him. I will laugh as he screams in pain. He will know what pain truly is when I get my hands on him. It will be me that brings him down. Not the club, not her family. Me.

I look at Mystique and I remember what the breeder of the Patger told us before he died.

"She can track anything. One sniff, one command. She will find it and destroy it." That's it. What was the command again?

Think Maverick, you big moron. Think! I pace, pulling at my hair when Rebel storms into the house, glaring at me, her eyes red from the tears she has no doubt shed.

"Where is she?" Rebel asks and I stop pacing and shake my head at her. As she storms upstairs and shouts for her daughter. I won't tell her I have already done that. She will do it her way, anyway.

I have learnt to never get in the way of this tiny titan. The words come to me and my eyes widen as I remember the orders he spoke to get Mystique to listen before giving her the actual command.

Rebel comes back down the stairs and holds a shirt in her hand and I know it's Harmony's that she wore last night for bed.

"She can find her." Rebel says, pointing to Mystique, and I nod my head.

"Everyone clear the path. Once I give her the commands, do not get in her way. She will not stop until she finds her target." I shout out, and the club does as I ask. When I notice something on the ground just under the sofa. I move the sofa out of the way and it's a black leather glove.

"Don't touch it. It is too big to be Harmony's, and it is not mine." I say as I walk into the kitchen and grab the cooking tongs. I'm improvising, but I don't want my scent on it.noveldrama

I pick the glove between us with the tongs and notice dark red spots on it. Blood, it's still wet. Is that Harmony's blood? Why is she bleeding? Did they fight before she was taken?

"Subject number zero zero one. I command you to come to me." I say and Mystique turns her head to me and stands before she walks towards me, her ears flat against her head.

"Sit." I say and she does. I look at Rebel and she nods her head.

"Seek and hold the target." I say as Mystique takes a long sniff of the glove. Her green eyes seem to burn brighter when she growls and turns towards the door.

"Move back!" I shout as Mystique moves with her catlike grace, her tail low to the ground, her shoulders rolling with every step. As she reaches the top of the steps, she lifts her nose, sniffing the air, before sniffing the ground. She walks slowly down the steps when she roars like a tiger and leaps forward over the bikes and takes off.

"Shit, follow her, but don't get too close." I grab a zip-lock bag placing the glove inside as I run to my cage. Fuck, I need my bike.

"Move Outlaw, take my bike." Rebel says, and I look over at her Suzuki Hayabusa. Rebel moves towards the bike and presses her thumb into a pad and the bike revs to life.

"Keep up with Mystique oh, here." She throws me a tracker and I look at her.

"In case you lose her. Let's go, come on. I want my daughter back in one piece." She says as she climbs into my cage and I mount her bike. Looking at the red dot on the tracker and Mystique is moving fast.

"I'm coming baby, hang on for me." I say as I rev the throttle and ride off in the direction Mystique went.