The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

Wild Child POV.

I get back to the hospital and park the cage in the underground parking. I grab my duffle bag and exit the cage. Locking it before I walk to the elevator. My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts. All about my girl, I'm itching to find who did this to her and make them hurt more than Sophie is.

The elevator pings and I exit it as I walk towards the assessment ward. As I approach, I see Sophie being wheeled out on the bed. My eyes widen and I run towards where she is being taken.

"Where are you taking her?" I demand and doc looks at me and rolls his eyes.

"To the private ward. She is fine, Harry, she is still asleep." Doc tells me, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I nod my head and follow behind him towards the private ward of the hospital.

I wait until the bed has been secured and all her drips have been positioned at the side of the bed.

"She won't wake up yet. She is exhausted. Try to rest Harry. There is a coffee machine in the kitchen, over there. The sofa pulls out into a bed. I will have the nurses bring you pillows and a blanket. She will be ok, the wounds will heal. This may be a shock to her, to have someone watch over her." He says, and my heart cracks open. The thing is, I can tell she has had to do this on her own for a long time. Could this be the reason why she came here?

"Thanks doc, I will watch over her." I tell him and he nods his head before he leaves the room. I walk towards her sleeping form.

I run my fingers gently through her long black hair and kiss her forehead.

"You're not alone now Soph. I won't let anyone hurt you again." I say to her even though she is out cold. Her breathing is even, and she looks peaceful.

I watch her for a while when my phone pings. I sigh and take my phone out of my cut and see it's an email from Tank.

Tank: The information you requested. Be warned though, brother. It's not pretty.

I take a shuddering breath in and move to sit on the sofa and open the P*F. I read

the information in front of me. Each thing I read so far is normal.

Sophie Corrine Johnson, daughter of Anna Marie Johnson, formerly Fisher, married to Benjiman Johnson. Older brother Jared Mark Johnson.

So far, nothing is screaming anything out of the ordinary. Perfect family life and upbringing. Sophie attended school every day. Sophie was a dancer and took part regularly in competitions all over the country. The family wasn't even in debt. Her dad owned his own business. Her mom was a teacher and worked at the same school her kids attended.

Previous address, now that is interesting. Sophie used to live on the other side of the country. I read through the file when I turn the page and my heart drops.

Anna Marie died in a car crash eighteen years ago. Sophie was the only survivor at the age of five years old. I look at Sophie and I can only imagine what it must have been like to see that and to lose the woman who gave you life. I would lose my mind if anything happened to my momma.

Sophie aged seven broken left tibia and right radius. Bruising to the ribs and face. My eyes widen at that.

Police and social services called. Mr Johnson and Sophie confirm she tripped and fell down the stairs. Risk assessment was done and completed. No issues.

Then more and more reports of bruises and abuse throughout the years, then nothing from when she was fifteen. Still, nothing was done. They took the word of a child and her explanation of what happened.noveldrama

Walked into the wall, fell over, fell in the park, fell from a tree. Shit like that. Even I can see it was not accidental.

Not until today, at least. I keep scrolling, and Tank has included information on her father and brother.

Both Benjamin and Jared have been lifted for disturbing the peace, DUI, carrying an unlicensed firearm, drugs, and fighting. Well, I think I know who did this to her. The question is why?

They surely can't be blaming Sophie for what happened, right? She was a child. It wasn't her fault. But if she ran away, then why follow her? What is it that she has that they want?

I exit the email and stand, my heart pounding in my chest as I pull at my hair and try to calm myself down. I pace and think, if they did this to her, then that means they are here. I dial Tank's number and he answers on the third ring.

"Brother, I'm sorry. That information was brutal. What do you need?" Tank asks straight away. I look at Sophie and leave the room. I don't want her waking up and hearing what I am going to tell Tank to do.

"Find out where her dad and brother are. I want eyes on them. I also want to know who they are involved with and why they came for her." I tell him, and he chuckles.

"You think it was them that did this to her?" Tank asks, and I nod my head.

"I do. I have a feeling that they blamed her for her mom dying. Soph was in that car crash. From that report, this abuse has been going on for years, until she was fifteen and then nothing. So I guess she ran away. Find out all known associates for Benjamin and Jared Johnson, take you time, but I want to know where they are and why they are here?" I say to him and he sighs.

"I think I may know. Well, it's a hunch. I think now that she is of age, they may have alternative motives. I hate to think that a father would do this to his daughter. But why now, after all these years? We see it all the time, brother." He tells me and I nod my head because he isn't wrong.

"You think they were going to pimp her out?" I say to him, feeling the bile rise in my throat and Tank is silent.

"Yeah, I do. Sophie is beautiful and if they are needing money for their next fix, then Sophie is the only one they can use. I think they tried once and that could be why she ran." He says like he is in my head because I thought the same thing.

"Find what you can. I want them in front of me in the next few days. Something isn't right with this whole thing." I tell him and we say our goodbyes and my phone rings with a call from my momma.

"Hey, momma did you ..." She is sobbing and I'm taken aback. My momma never cries, so this must be bad.

"Harry, she was attacked in her apartment. There was so much blood. Forensics were there and the chief of police. He let me in to get some of her things, but they will want to speak to her. Harry, who could have done this to her?" My momma is full on crying now.

"I think it was her dad and brother, momma. Come to the hospital and I will tell you what Tank found out. I may need your help with this. I think they were after her to pimp her out." I say, and the first tear falls from my eyes. I wipe it away and look up at the ceiling, trying to control my breathing.

Momma growls down the phone and I know she is pissed. Momma, like us all, takes it personally when it comes to trafficking and prostitution. It is a fucking no go.

"I'm on my way." She says. I hear the steel in her tone and I know she is pissed.

"Ok momma. Sophie was moved to the private ward. She is still sleeping. I will tell you when you get here." I say to her and she says ok and hangs up. I sigh, pulling the phone away from my ear.

I turn and punch the wall, denting the dry wall. I don't feel the pain. I take a few breaths to calm myself down before I head back int the room.

I open the door, and the bed is empty.