The Rage(13)

“What are ya goin’ to school for? How much longer you got?”

And with the change of subject, she visibly relaxes by leaning back into her seat and sighing. Twisting a long piece of hair around her finger, she bites that plump lip and just like that, I’m fucking hard. Today is going to be long and painful. All her sweet ass innocence gets to me.

“I’m majoring in business with a minor in marketing, but school’s over for a few months. Once it starts back up, I’ve only got a year until I graduate.” These girls and their goddamn schooling, it blows my mind. First Lil, and now Lala. Smart bitches. They’re too smart for their own damn good. “Yeah?”

And off she goes. I watch her talk animatedly about her classes and shit. She’s so fucking happy and excited right now that I let her go. I listen to all the shit she tells me, soaking it all up, actually listening to every word. It’s strange to be interested in anything other than my club, but I find myself wanting to know everything about Lala. I want to absorb every goddamn word that spills from that pretty mouth. Yes, like I said… obsessed.





It’s been another long week filled with all fucking things Lala, but no actual Lala. I found her clothes in my bathroom and stuffed them in a pillowcase and put it next to my bed. I used a toothbrush that I knew had been in her mouth. I’ve been forced to sleep in a bed that smells like her, making my hard-on a constant thing.

I tried fucking Red, but that bitch couldn’t do shit to cure my need to fuck Lala. It’s a sad day when a bar bitch can’t get you off the way you need it, and Red ain’t the best lay, but she is freaky, so that’s saying something. Lala is the only one that can fix this shit for me, so it looks like I’m waiting on her.

I haven’t seen her since we left that restaurant, but she’s always on my mind. She’s constantly up there screwing with my head ‘n shit. When we got back to the club, she hopped in her Chevy, but not before giving me a fucking hug and kiss. That girl threw herself around me and pulled me into her body, kissed my cheek and said in my ear, “Thank you for everything.” I just stood there like a fucking dumbass and watched her leave. One minute I feel like my shit is fine, but then she touches me and I’m right back to feeling like a horny teenager with a very unhealthy crush. She throws me off balance, and that shit is something I don’t know how to handle.

Toward the end of the week, she called Lil. I know because Lil was on the phone with her when I walked into the office to ask her a question. Lala must have heard me because Lil interrupted me to say, “Lailah wants me to tell you hi for her.” Even something as small as that causes me to think about her obsessively. I’m a fucking joke when it comes to this shit. Not a single fucking clue what I’m doing.



It’s Friday night and we’re having a big blow out. We brought on a couple nomads, two guys Tank knew from his old club, and they’re getting patched in tonight. Spike and Rico are back in the fold, and tonight’s their ‘Welcome back to club life’ party.

I spent the afternoon over at Gin’s place replacing the damn garage door ‘cause some kid’s decided to use it for shooting practice with their BB guns. Gin is my brother and he’s a good fucking guy, but working with him fucking sucks. He’s so goddamn easily distracted it isn’t funny. One minute he’s helping you hold up the garage door, the next he’s fucking with his bike. What should have taken three hours took five. I’m tired, bored, and ready to relax by the time we’re done.

The club is filling up nicely when we get back from Gin’s. Bitches are all over the damn place, missing articles of clothes, tits and asses are bouncing all over the place. Our new brothers brought some new pussy with them.

Jesus Christ, I hope they’re enough to distract me from Lala tonight. A motherfucker can only hope ‘cause this ache I’ve got goin’ is only gettin’ worse. The longer I sleep in sheets that smell like her, the worse the buildup gets. My body if feigning for her like a fucking junky.

I’m cold, wet, and dirty, so I hit the shower first before I join the party, but walking into my room, I hear someone in the bathroom. The fuck? Asshole’s thinkin’ it’s cool to use my room for a fuck pad when I’m not here are gonna get the shit beat out of ‘em.

Throwing open the bathroom door, I have my fist pulled back, “The fuck you doin’…” is as far as I get. I can’t fucking believe my eyes. Lala is standing in my bathroom, wet and completely naked.

“Rampage! You scared the shit out of me.” She screams.

I don’t… I can’t answer her. I’m staring and it’s not because she’s naked. Her eyes catch mine, quickly realizing what I’m seeing, and she covers herself with a towel.

“What the fuck happened, Lala?” I almost don’t want to know. Her back and side are covered in black bruises. Some look old, but a lot of them look fresh. It looks bad, and for someone who has given their fair share of beatings, it makes me fucking sick to see a woman beaten so badly. I would be shocked if nothing was broken.

Fuck.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she says with a smile, trying to give me the brush off. Wrapping the towel tighter around herself, she tries to walk past me, but she’s not getting out of this easy this time. Snatching that towel away, I watch something terrifying happen.

Lala just closes her eyes and steals herself for what? I don’t know. She doesn’t fight or argue with me, she just shies back and waits. What the fuck does she think I’m about to do to her? Jesus Christ. What the hell is being done to her?

I’m in way over my head here. I’ve no fucking clue how to approach this shit, so I walk out of the room and into the hall, “Lilly!” I need some backup for this shit. “Goddamn Sis, get the fuck in here!”

In runs Lil, with Tank and Peaches on her heels. Shoving me and Tank away, they slam the door shut in our faces.



“Leave her be, Rampage,” Lil says as she and Peaches steps out into the hallway. I’ve been standing out here with Tank, looking like a dumbass for the last ten minutes now, and that’s all she has to say? I don’t fucking think so.

“Fuck that shit, Lil. Girl shows up here in my room, bruised the fuck up. Don’t tell me to ‘leave her be.’”

Lil pulls the door closed behind her and leans against it, blocking me from getting to Lala. She’s smart. She knows I won’t put my hands on her to move her out of the way.

“What happened?” Peaches asks, looking like she might cry. Oh hell. if these girls start crying, I’m leaving. I cannot handle that shit.

“What the fuck happened to her, baby?” Tank pushes Lil. Yeah, good question. I’d like to know that shit too.

“She won’t tell me anything. It’s obvious that someone did this to her, she just won’t say who or why.”

Well no shit, Sherlock. Those bruises didn’t just magically appear. They look more like a dozen fists or kicks if you ask me. I should know. Some soon to be dead fucking asshole put their hands on her, and I won’t let that shit slide.

“Lil, move and let me in there.”

Putting her hand on my chest she says, “You go in there, don’t be pushy or scare her. Don’t make her feel bad for not telling us anything. If she needs our help, she will have to come to us. We can’t force her to do it.” Nodding I wait for her to move, and with one last look, she says, “Be sweet. Be nice, Rampage. She needs that right now. ” Please God, no crying. I can’t do tears.

I hold my breath and walk into the room expecting to find Lala a sobbing mess, or something just as fucking scary, but no. She’s in the bathroom doing her hair, smiling and shit. I just don’t get this girl.

I lean myself against the door and watch her sweep that long, wet hair over her shoulder. The same hair that I’ve been dying to grab on to and bury my hands in. For a single moment I’m lost in all the shit I want to do to her – Picturing all that shit in excruciating detail.

“Sorry about using your room without asking,” she says, pulling me out of my daydream, “Lil was in hers and I really needed a shower. She said it’d be okay, but if this ever happens again, I promise that I’ll ask you first.”

I could care less about her being in here. In fact, I prefer it. If any bitch is going to be in here without me, it’ll be her, and I won’t have her showering in anyone else’s room, either. Fuck that shit.

Clearing my throat, “It’s cool, Lala.” Turning to look at me over her shoulder, she stiffens a little from pain, but smiles anyway.

“Thank you.”

I’ve gotta say something. I’m not the one to hold shit in, but I’ll give it to her one time, then I’ll let it rest. This shit goes against everything I have ingrained in me, but for her, I’ll do it.

“Listen, Lala. Imma say this shit once, ‘n you’re gonna listen. It’s up to you to do what ya want with it. You got me?” Nodding her head, she leans back against the sink and gives me her full attention. “I know how ya got them bruises,” she goes to stop me, but I give her a look that shuts her up. I’m trying really hard to not lose my shit, but I’ll hold that shit down for her… for now, “I’ve given enough beat-downs in my life to know that someone is using you as a goddamn punching bag. I’m not gonna ask who because I know you aren’t gonna tell me shit, but when you wanna tell me, I’ll listen, ‘n then I’ll do somethin’ about it.” She offers me a nod and keeps listening. “I want ya to know you’re safe ‘round here. I don’t wanna see you flinch or shy away from me. I will not put a hand on you unless you want me to, and I will kill any brother here if they try. You need somethin’ from me, you gotta tell me. We clear?”