A Biker's Tale
Angel Stathoulis was the firebrand daughter of Michael "Steel" Stathoulis, the ruthless president of the Hell Hounds Motorcycle Club. She was known as a storm in leather, unapologetic, sharp-tongued, and untamed-a true product of the chaotic world she was born into. But even storms can be broken. Beneath the hard shell she wore so proudly was a girl fractured by the weight of loss, betrayal, and her father's suffocating rule.
When her father signed her life away to Julian DeLuca, a notorious mafia boss with a penchant for control and chaos, it felt like the final nail in the coffin of her freedom. The ink barely dry on the contract, Angel found herself thrust into a world even darker than the one she'd grown up in, and chained to a man who was as damaged as she was dangerous.
Julian DeLuca wasn't your typical mobster. Once a golden boy with dreams of a different life, tragedy had turned him into a hardened and demented kingpin. His smile was sharp as a blade, his heart buried beneath layers of scars. The only softness he allowed himself was the memory of the daughter he'd lost and the vengeance he still carried for those who'd taken her.
Their relationship was a battlefield of wills, barbed words, and unexpected tenderness. In the quiet moments, when the storm inside them both settled, they found solace in each other's broken pieces. Julian's steady hand cleaned her wounds, and Angel's fire reignited something in him that he thought was long dead-hope.
But the darkness that surrounded them wouldn't let go so easily. Between the betrayals of the Hell Hounds, the relentless games of the mafia, and the ghosts of their pasts, Angel and Julian's story was as much about survival as it was about love.
Sometimes, two broken people can find a way to fit their jagged edges together. Sometimes, they can create something whole-something stronger.
But in a world like theirs, nothing comes without a cost.
" I lunge forward at him hitting his groin with my knee then right between the eyes. As soon as I do, he crashes to the ground, out cold. I go for more, but a pair of arms snatch my waist lifting me up. I kick my legs and flail my arms to get closer but he is too strong.
"Let go of me!" I demand.
"Shut up." A low strong voice commands."Is he okay?"
"He is fine." I grunt.
Then the young adult wakes up, then scurries back away from me. "Sorry ma'- miss... " he says, making me angry again.
I give him a cold stare.
"I'm sorry." He repeats, standing to his feet.
"Put. Me. Down." I demand again.
With a huff he puts me down. I step forward with full intentions to punch him again but the man behind me takes my arm, holding me back. I jerk forward to get off his grip but he takes my other arm tightly.
"Alright! I'm done! I'm done!" I huff in defeat. "
This story follows Astrid, a 26 year old female who ran away from home 10 years ago. The only reason she has come back was to get away from the hole she dug her self into. She is running away from her problems again. Life before she ran away wasn't as nice as the public saw it- the sherif's family, happy, and loving. Behind the doors it was orders being barked left and right with no warning or break. Not wanted to deal with this anymore, Astrid ran. On her voyage out, she ran into some trouble that seemed all fine until it wasn't.
She comes back home and everything is all fine and dandy until,
"Unknown:
You thought you could hide forever?
I found you, and I can find your friend,
Nicole. If you want her safe, you'll be
at the ring in an hour."
Since Astrid's leave, the town suddenly had a motorcycle gang that hangs around, not realling doing anything in particular, but the sherif doesn't trust them much. Damon being the head of the gang, keeps everything they do quiet.
When these two meet up there is obious tention and immediate hatred.
***EDITING
TWs: Controling dad, violence, abuse