The Rage(19)

Ater a while, some bitch with big tits and tiny clothes slithers her ass over to me. I’ve seen the look in her eyes before; she’s lookin’ for some dick.

“Hey, baby. Wanna go play?” Looking over her shoulder, I watch a guy pull Lala into his side as she smiles up at him. All of a sudden, I can’t think of a better reason not to fuck with this stupid bitch.



Tucking my dick back into my pants, I glance down at the brunette on her knees in front of me. Her hair’s a mess, and her lipstick is smeared around her lips. What the fuck was I thinking? I could kick my own fucking ass for letting this bitch touch my dick.

“My turn.” She says with a huge smile. I don’t fucking think so.

“I’m good. I nutted, I’m done.”

“Seriously?”

“Fuck yes.” I’ve no interest in fucking her. It was bad enough that while she was down there sucking my dick, all I could see was blonde hair and big blue eyes. I’m not sticking my dick in her when the only person I wanna fuck is Lala.

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you’ve got a little nut on your face, bitch.”

I walk out the bathroom door, listening to her cussing me out. Making my way back to the bar, I see that the place is completely packed, bikers everywhere. I spot Sis and Peaches by the fire with Tank and a few of the guys, but no Lala. I do a quick scan of the place, but I don’t fucking see her. I don’t know why I’m surprised, but a part of me thought she wasn’t that type of bitch. Guess I was wrong.

I don’t bother hangin’ around. Fuck that. I take my sorry ass back to the cabin.

During the short ride back, all I can think about is how Lala’s lying under some asshole right now; how he’s got his dick shoved up in my girl, fucking her. Shit makes me see red. It makes me fucking sick.

Kicking through the door, my steps falter and I have to blink a couple times. I find Lala on the bed, wearing my t-shirt and a smile. Thank fuck. I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I’m pretty sure my face splits into a big ass grin because I’m so goddamn relieved she’s here, and not in someone else’s bed.

“Hey,” she says. Why does she have to be so damn perfect? Shit hits me somewhere deep inside.

“How long you been here?”

“A while, I guess. I sat by the fire for about fifteen minutes or so, but that big guy was getting a little too handsy. I was trying to be nice, but he was obviously taking it as an invitation. I got away from him and went looking for you. When I couldn’t find you, I snuck out and walked here. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, Lala. It’s cool, but don’t go walking anywhere alone at night, especially ‘round here. Get a ride from one of the brothers, or hang with them ‘til I come find you. Got it?”

She nods, losing her smile like I’ve just chastised her. I feel like a fucking asshole. I left her out there alone while I got my dick sucked, all because I’m a selfish prick, looking for any excuse to not claim her ass. I’m a real winner.

Then I left her ass alone to walk back here without me. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’ve no fucking clue what I’m doing here. All of this feeling shit is new to me.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“Jump in here and watch a movie with me. I may even consider forgiving you,” she demands, patting the bed, and I do. I don’t hesitate for a second. I feel like I’m being given a chance here, and I can’t fuck it up. Right here with her is the only place I wanna be.





Lala

“Babe, got shit to do. You girls are goin’ to the beach and doin’ that charity shit. Money is on the counter for ya. Sis’s got my number, so call me if ya need me,” Rampage says from beside my face. Turning over, I see him squatting down beside the bed looking at me. His eyes are soft, and a small smile is playing on those scarred lips. I like when he smiles, or the closest thing he gives to one… I’ve started calling it ‘the barely there smile.’ I see that he’s dressed and ready to leave.

“Okay, but I don’t need any money,” I tell him from under the blanket.

“You do,” He counters, letting me know he won’t take no for an answer.

He’s paid for everything. I won’t take any more of his money. I have my own money if I really need it.

“It’s fine, Rampage. I don’t need it, but thank you.”

“The fuck ya don’t. I brought you, so I pay. Use the money ‘n buy somethin’ fun, or do whatever the fuck ya want with it. I really don’t care. You’re here with me and I’ll take care of you.”

From the hard look he’s giving me, I leave it alone. He’s not the type of man you argue with.

“Okay. I’ll take it,” I whisper. I’ll be agreeable, but I won’t use it.

The car and now this. The next nice thing he does for me, I may just burst into tears. He almost looks relieved that I agree to take it.

“I’ll be back in a few hours, baby,” he says softly. Kissing my forehead, his rough beard scrapes across my skin, then he gets up and walks out. Instantly I roll over and grab up his pillow. Pulling it close, I fall back asleep, dreaming of Rampage.

I want him. There is no doubt in my mind that I want him. There is something there in those deep dark eyes, something that calls to me. I can’t seem to stay away from him, but I know I’ll have to leave soon. The thought of leaving him and all the friends I’ve made kills me, but I won’t bring my kind of crazy into their lives, especially Rampage’s. All I can do right now is enjoy what I’ve got. I’ll take every second I can get and always remember the time I got to spend with him.



“How is Rampage treating you?” Lil asks from the seat next to me. We’ve spent the afternoon doing a little bit of everything. We shopped on Main street, weaving our way in and out of different little shops. We had lunch at a small café on the boardwalk, then found a spot with a patio and had drinks. The girls filled me in on all the club drama; all the ins and the outs that I wasn’t aware of, but understood nonetheless.

After lunch we rode go-karts and bumper boats. The drinks caught up to us and we went a little crazy. We had a fucking blast, and now we’re at the local convention center.

Rampage had said he would be back in a few hours when he left, but that was more than his few hours ago. He called Lil after lunch and asked to talk to me. He said shit got a little crazy and there were some issues so he would be a little while longer. He told me to have fun, but stay with the girls and not wander off by myself.

I’m surprised, and glad that he called to tell me he was okay, but it’s all good. I’ve had so much fun today. I love Lil, Cali, and Peaches. They’re like the sisters I never had, but desperately wanted.

“He’s been great. Why? Is there something I should know?” I ask.

“Oh no, nothing like that. All the guys are emotionally retarded, so I’m just checking. I’ve never seen Rampage with a woman, so I have no clue how he treats them. Just wanted to make sure I didn’t have to punch him in the face if he was being a dick.”

“Haha! Seriously though, he’s been amazing.”

Nodding, she gives me a big smile, “Good.”

An hour after we get back to the cabins, I hear the loud rumble off in the distance just as Lil cocks her head and says, “They’re back.”

They all pile in, parking and shutting off their engines. The guys, including a few I’ve never seen before, head right for us. A little flutter of excitement hits me at seeing him. I guess I did kind of miss him today.

The closer they get, I can see that none of them look too happy. Shit. That can’t be good. Walking right over to me, Rampage instantly holds a hand out to me, his face serious and his body tight.

“Let’s go,” he bites out impatiently.

I look down and see the blood on his knuckles, then look him over and see blood on his clothes, too. My stomach is immediately in knots over what could have happened. Looking over at Lil, her and Tank are talking quietly, but Tank doesn’t seem to have any blood on him. No one seems to notice the blood on Rampage, or if they do, they don’t care.

I slowly put my hand in his. I want to ask, but I don’t. I can tell I won’t get an answer, and truthfully, as long as he’s ok, I don’t need to know.

“Okay,” I say quietly as he leads me away.



Sitting on the bed, I wait for Rampage to get out of the shower. I’m a little nervous because I’m not sure what to expect with his mood. As soon as we were inside the cabin, he went through his bag, grabbed a shirt, telling me to put it on and get in bed. I told him I brought clothes to sleep in, but he wasn’t having it, saying, “Want you in my shirt. Put it on, Lala,” so I did. Arguing with him at that moment didn’t seem like a great idea.

The bathroom door opens and he walks out in black sweats, riding low on his hips, and nothing else. What a sight. I can’t help but run my eyes from head to toe. From that rough, rugged face, to his perfectly sculpted torso. He is so fucking sexy.

Among all that perfection that is Rampage, what I can’t seem to take my eyes off of are the scars. They run from his lower stomach, onto his side. There are at least seven, each around 3 inches long. None are symmetrical, but they are all ugly and jagged. Whatever happened to him had to be painful. He looks over at me and I know he sees me staring, but I just can’t seem to look away.