The Rage: Hell's Disciples MC 3(15)

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?"

It's all up to her now. Whether she accepts my help or not, she'll know it's there.

****

It's been a few hours since I found Lala naked and bruised in my  bathroom. She's acting like nothing is wrong  –  all smiles for everyone  around her  –  but I see the physical pain she's in. She's obviously been  through this before, ‘cause she knows how to hide it from everyone  around her. She doesn't give shit away.

The party is off to a wild start. The music is loud and the crowd is  even louder. Getting a new brother is cause for celebration, but getting  two, especially nomads, is worth a party of epic proportions.

The drinks are strong and smoke of all kinds is heavy in the air.  Standing by the pool table, I watch Lala like some sort of sick fuck,  staring at her every chance I get. She's layin' low, staying with Cali  and Lil. Trigger, a brother from another chapter, is standing with the  girls, clearly staring down their fucking shirts. Lala starts to laugh  at something he says, and I'm not liking that shit at all.                       
       
           


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"Eye fuckin' her, man?" Tags laughs. Yeah, so what?

"And?"

"And nothin', brother. She's a woman worth eye fuckin', that's all. So …  she okay? Heard the bitches yappin' ‘bout it."

"I guess so." Fuck, I don't know. She sure as shit acts like it.

"You find out who did that shit ‘n ya wanna handle it? Just say the word and I'll be right there with ya, brother."

"Yeah, Tags. Thanks, brother." That shit is all family right there.

I'm thinkin' my words sunk in ‘cause Lala looks relaxed and at ease. I  hope she knows she's safe here. Wild shit happens daily around the club.  We're crazy, and most of us can be mean as fuck, but we would never do  shit to hurt a woman or child. That shit that happened to Lil was fucked  and isolated. It was beyond fucked, really. That sort of shit will  never happen again. If you come into this club as a friend, you stay a  friend as long as you're straight, and I don't see Lala as the type to  fuck that friendship up.

****

"You want another drink?" Lala asks as she walks up to me a while later.

Shaking my head, I point at the bartender, "Nah, babe, she'll get it. You want somethin'?"

I'm shocked as shit when she snakes her arm through mine and rests her  hand on my forearm. She looks over to the long line of bottles to the  side of me, pressing herself closer to me. She is all kinds of fuckin'  distracting.

"Hmm … . I'll have what you're havin'," she says sweetly. With that, she  snatches the shot from my hand, gives me a sneaky smile, and throws it  back. Little shit. I'm starting to see why Lil and Lala are such good  friends.

Having her this close and flirting with me does strange shit to my head.  I'm so focused on her lips that I can't remember what the fuck my name  is or where I'm at. Her tight white t-shirt and those short black shorts  are even more distracting. She has the most amazing long, lean legs. I  just wanna grab them and wrap them around my waist, fill my hands with  that perfect ass and suck on those big, beautiful round tits. I just  can't help that I want her so goddamn bad. It's sick, really, but there  it is.

We sit there ordering drinks and she is right there, meeting me drink  for drink, or just flat out stealing my shit. She can have whatever the  fuck she wants as long as she looks happy and is having fun. Picking on  me is keeping a smile on her face, so it's all good.

"You're a thievin' little shit. You know that, right?" She laughs and  gets up to leave, but not before stopping and looking my way. You know  what I do? I get up and follow her.





Lala

So far tonight I've met twice the people I did from the first party I  came to. I've known Lil for a while now, and I've hung out with Peaches  and Cali, whom I totally adore. I'm beginning to see some of the  dynamics of the relationships here the more I come around. Gin and  Peaches are a mess. They have that kind of relationship that scares the  shit out of me, but it's like a train wreck you just can't help but  watch. Cali's man is Stitch. She's just as crazy as Peaches, while  Stitch talks a lot and laughs even more. He and Lil seem like the  jesters of the club.

Tank is the boss man, and along with Rampage and Gin, they seem to run  the place. Even though I have known Lil for quite some time now, I don't  know shit about Tank personally. He doesn't speak to me …  at all. He  always looks like he's thinking too hard, or he just looks pissed. Those  are the only looks I've ever seen on him, so I just smile and keep my  trap shut. I've also heard little bits and pieces about Low, Lil's Dad,  but no one speaks openly about him and I don't ask.

I guess with the type of party this is, there are twice as many scantily  clad women as the first time I was here. Lil said to ignore them. She  said they show us respect, and if they don't, I was to tell her, or one  of the guys, and they'd be handled, whatever that means. As a whole,  everyone seems nice enough, but with Rampage's assurance that I'm safe  here, I believe him.

I've had quite a few drinks and I've eaten some damn good barbeque, then  I went back and had a few more drinks. I want …  no, I need to have some  fun, even if it's just hanging out and chatting with people. I just  wanna forget for a few hours about how fucked up my life is, and the  Hell's Disciples seem like the perfect people to just hang out with and  be myself around for a while. They're good people. They're a family.  They treat me like I'm one of them, and no one treats me like an  outsider.                       
       
           


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As I walk around, I start to feel a sway to my step. Those shots are  starting to catch up. I'm not drunk, but I've drunk just enough to feel  happy and carefree. I love that feeling, it's just too bad it has to  come from a bottle of alcohol.

I ungracefully sit down next to Lil. Getting up and down is painful as  fuck, but I just try to take it as easy as I can without giving anything  away. The fact that I'm drinking helps with my bad balancing issues, so  I have that in my favor. Lil gently leans into me and I lean into her.  Neither one of us say a word, and I'm so thankful that she's not  pressuring me for answers right now. We sit and watch the party going on  around us for a while when I spot a set of hammocks. They're chained  from the corner of the shop to a couple of big poles in the yard. I get  this overwhelming urge to go over and lay in one.