The Rage: Hell's Disciples MC 3(5)

So yeah, I've lost my motherfucking mind, not that I ever had it to begin with.

I know why the brothers fucking stare. I get why they approach her. I  know they want a taste of something sweet. They want the same  motherfucking thing I do. They're all looking for something new, and  she's fresh, unclaimed pussy to them. The guys circle around her like a  bunch of sharks, but if anyone is gonna fuck that girl, it's gonna be  me. I'm going to be like that. I'm calling dibs on that pussy, and that  pussy will be mine.

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I would have thought just by the looks of her, she would end up being a  stuck up bitch. Shit, she looks like the hot ass girl next door; Prom  queen, cheerleader type of bitch. All she needs is a tiara on her  goddamn head and she'd look like a fucking princess. Figured she'd have  her nose in the air, entitlement in her voice, money in her veins, and  an attitude to rival any of these bitches here, but fuck, I couldn't  have been more wrong.

She's soft spoken, voice calm and soft when she speaks. She's sweet.  Fuck, I find I'm relaxed around her because she's so easygoing. She sits  with all of us motherfuckers like an old pro, like she's been here all  her fucking life.

Lala's not nearly as wild as Lil, Cali, or Peaches, but she seems to  hold her own with these bitches. She jokes and laughs with them, keeping  up with the shit they throw her way. The old ladies seem to like her,  and those bitches don't like just anyone.

The girls and the brothers give her shit, and she gives it right back to  them. It's a little fucking scary how well she fits in. She takes it  all in stride. She smiles and laughs off the nasty shit that comes out  of our mouths, and doesn't seem scared of us. There's something to be  said for a bitch that can hold her own with us. Bitches like her are few  and far between; You're a rare breed when you can handle us.

With so many people vying for her attention, she hasn't talked much to  me, but from time to time, she makes an effort to find me and give me  her beautiful smile. I know she's looking for me and I'm not gonna lie,  that shit makes me actually smile, and I do not fucking smile. You may  get a grin from me, but this bitch has me showing a genuine fucking  smile.

She also doesn't venture too far from me. King has been begging her to  go for a ride with him, but I'll be damned if she's leaving with him. I  will kill King before he gets her on the back of his bike. I laid claim  to that shit in my head, and he is not fucking claiming what's mine  unless he wants to end up dead.                       
       
           


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I sit on one of the couches, watching her. Why? Because I'm fucking  stupid, that's why. Men like me have no business sticking our dicks in  bitches like that, or even have a bitch like that, but it doesn't mean  we don't want to or won't try. She's a woman bastards like me work their  entire lives for, only to be shot the fuck down. But still, we try.  We're sick, sad fucks that way, working for a bitch we'll never get.

Tank takes the chair next to me and takes a long pull from his beer.  Crush sits his ass down next to him. "Fuckin' hot, right?" Tank  grumbles, never taking his eyes off his beer.

"The fuck you on ‘bout?"

"Lailah. She's hot as fuck, right?"

"Fuck yeah she is. She's so fuckin' hot I'd slap my patch on her ass ‘n ride her home," Crush adds.

Nodding, I glance over my shoulder at her and she catches me. She does  that shit every time. No matter how fucking careful I am, she knows. I  watch her lick her lips and my dick twitches painfully. She's playing  dirty.

"Yeah, somethin' like that." I mutter into my drink.

"Lil brought her home a while back. There ain't no bitch that's grabbed  my attention like that since Lil brought her ass into the Chapel, ‘n  that's sayin' somethin'." Fuck yeah it is. Tank has zero interest in any  bitch that ain't Sis. If some girl makes him look twice, she must be  somethin'. Even though I don't wanna hear him say that shit about anyone  but Lil, being my sister and all, I can't argue with what he is sayin'.

"Fuck. Wish Lil woulda brought her home to me. She coulda stayed, too.  Havin' the both of them together …  Jesus Christ! That'd kill ‘a man,"  Crush says before he catches a fist to the gut. Coughing a few times, he  grunts, "W-what? It's the fuckin' truth."

"You're talkin' ‘bout my old lady, you dumb fuckin' asshole."

Crush smiles unapologetically and shrugs. He doesn't give a shit.

"Sis brought her home? What the fuck does that mean? You two into that  shit?" Not sure why I'm asking because I really don't want to know the  answer to the question, but the thought of Tank fucking her does not sit  well with me.

"You know how fuckin' stupid you sound sometimes?" He levels me with a  hard look. "You think Lil would let me do more than look at another  bitch? Shit, I'm lucky she don't poke my fuckin' eyes out for glancin'  in another female's direction. What happened was the girls went shopping  or some shit, then came to the house."

"Or some shit?"

"I don't fuckin' know what it was they did. What the fuck do females do together? Shop ‘n gossip, I guess."

"We have sleepovers. We have naked pillow fights with each other while  we bounce around on a feather covered bed. We take bubble bath's  together and practice our kissing techniques on each other, then we bake  shit," Lala says sweetly as she leans over the couch and against my  shoulder with a smile from ear to ear, "Ya know. Cookies and pies? Shit  like that."

My will power dwindles when she slides onto the couch right next to me  and laughs. Making herself comfortable, she looks over at us with those  big blue eyes, shining with nothing but trouble. Fucking gorgeous.

"That's my cue to get the fuck outta here," Tank mumbles and leaves.

"Do I get an invite to this little shindig?" Crush asks, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"Sorry. Women only."

"Figures. Pussy always rules. I get it." He grumbles.

Putting her hand on his shoulder, she leans into him and whispers,  "That's exactly right. Remember that ‘n you'll have no trouble landin' a  woman."

"You wanna be that woman, Lailah?" He tries again. I hate this easy flirting shit between her and every other brother here.

"I'm gonna have to pass, but thank you."

"Come on, ya know ya want this," he says grabbing his dick and shaking it at her.

"Put your shit away, motherfucker," He catches another fist to the gut.

"F  …  fuck, alright," he groans, holding his hands up. He looks back at  Lala and smiles. I know what he's doing. He thinks he's slick, but he's  really just plain fucking stupid. "If you change your mind sweetness,  come find me," A new girl named Diamond saunters by and just like that,  his attention is elsewhere.

"Hi," she chirps at me. Twisting in her seat to face me, she closes her  eyes for a second like she's trying to wait for a dizzy spell to pass.                       
       
           


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"Too much to drink, Lala?"

"Possibly."

A bunch of laughing follows Lil and the girls over to us. Throwing  themselves all over Lala, they tug her out of her seat and away from me.  Come on bitches, I just fucking got her.

"Let's go outside, love bug!" Lil squeals. Tugging on her hand, Lil pulls her toward the door.

"Save my seat Rampage," And just like that she's gone …  again.

****

I've been sitting here a while, drinking and not doing a fuckin' thing when Lala flops down next to me a few hours later.

"You saved it for me?" She puffs out a drawn out breath and smiles. Not  so much as saved it, no one wants to hang with a broody asshole like me  right now, so yeah, I guess I did fucking save it.

"You still drinkin' babe?"

Shaking her head, she yawns and says, "Nope. I stopped a while ago."

"Good."

For a while she just sits next to me, both of us in a comfortable silence.

"Rampage?"

"What?" I snap. I've never really thought about how I sound to other  people, but I finally hear what an asshole sounds like, but she doesn't  seem fazed by my rudeness.

"What's your favorite color?"

"What the fuck?"

"Your favorite color, what is it?" She repeats and pushes her shoulder  into mine. " I would like to get to know you a little better, and this  seems like a reasonable way to start. So let me try again. What is your  favorite color? Favorite food? Favorite movie? Do you like ice cream?

"You're fuckin' with me, right?"

"No, not at all. I think those are fairly simple questions, don't you?" She asks.