I called every goddamn day for two weeks and got the same motherfucking thing. Lil said she stopped coming to class and she hadn't heard from her, either. I hate this shit. I hate not knowing what the fuck is going on and it's my fault. I knew shit was going on and I just let her walk the fuck out. Part of me thinks she could be lying in a ditch somewhere dead because I didn't find out more about what was going on in her life. I was so worried about getting my dick wet that I never once thought about her life outside these walls, knowing what I knew. Maybe she saw what was going on with us as a quick fling and with no one to confide in, she left. She could be halfway across the country and I'll never see her again. Fuck.
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The thing of it is, is that I miss her. I miss her laugh, her smell, her smart-ass mouth. Is he gone or is she hurt with no way of getting a hold of me? What the fuck do I do? I need to start looking for her. I can't ignore the fact that someone was hurting her before she came here. Lil is worried sick and getting no answers from the school, and Lil is the only friend she even has. If she left, I'll live with it, but I need to find out what happened to her. I need to get the brothers to start looking into shit so we can find out what happened to Lala. I'm scared shitless of what we may find.
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"Lil's gonna string my fuckin' balls up for this shit," Tank grunts, keeping his head ducked low as we walk in. Yeah, well, that's what happens when you're a pussy whipped bitch. You start giving a fuck about what your woman thinks and you become a sad fucking asshole.
The fucking joint is packed as we walk in. It's five dudes to one bitch. Too much fucking cock in one room for my liking, but this is business, and our business is often held in joints like this. There ain't no better mix than drugs, money, and pussy. Shit always flows together nicely.
Loud music, strobe lights, smoke and alcohol permeate the air. Sitting down at a booth right up next to the stage, I watch some red head bitch grind herself on the floor for a while. Bitch doesn't do pole work because she avoids that shit like the plague. She's not bad, but nothing to get excited over, either.
Tank's meeting with some guy over some blow, so here we are. Happy, Gin, and myself, are here for backup. This strip club belongs to another MC, one that we've been on shaky ground with.
"The little prick is here," Tank nods over at the little shit in the booth a few feet away, looking annoyed as shit. Tank gets up and heads over to set up the deal, leaving us here to watch what this place considers "entertainment."
"Drapes don't match the curtains. I hate when bitches do that shit," Happy grumbles. The redhead on stage comes over toward us, trying to give the boys a good show while Gin's busy texting Peaches. The asshole is neck deep in pussy and all he gives a fuck about is his women. Never thought I'd see the day.
Keeping my eyes going from Tank to the stage, I watch as the girl grinds herself on the floor. Her song of choice is cliché as fuck. Pour Some Sugar on Me plays around the club, and I can't help but think the bitch should be a little more creative. I lose interest real quick.
A little while later, some chunky ass girl brings us some drinks and eye fucks the shit out of me. She bends over to hand me my shot, making sure to push her enormous tits close to my face. I wouldn't bother with any of these bitches. Not one of them's got shit on Lala … no bitch does. Even with my lack of interest, our waitress throws me a wink before leaving.
Throwing back my shot, I decide to get comfortable. This shit with Tank is taking longer than expected, so I decide to lean back and try to enjoy the free show.
It's climbing toward midnight on a Saturday night, and this club is busy. As the girls come and go, I see the place starts to really get even more crowded, like standing room only, crowded. Each girl on stage gets a little better, but every motherfucker in the place is focused on that stage after the last little mixed cutie shakes her huge ass on stage.
"Looks like the headliner's next," Happy says, nodding toward the stage and rubbing his greedy hands together. Yeah, no shit. The assholes start pushing and shoving their way to the stage, dicks and money in hand.
"Get ready for the hot bitches now," Gin finally says, looking up from his phone.
The lights dim, something they don't do a whole hell of a lot of in strip clubs, so I stay on alert, just in case. They want you to see the goods, get a nice hard-on, and give ‘em your whole fucking paycheck. This girl must be something else if she doesn't need the lights to bring in the cash. A deep, slow bass kicks on as the bitch comes onto the stage, and I can see her silhouette. Holy fuck.
I can't see her face, but her body is fucking perfect. Hot red heels sit at the end of some long, toned legs. I can't help but be mesmerized by her slim waist and thick hips, along with a beautiful round ass covered in fringe. She starts to move slowly around the pole, making that shit look like it's an art, not some shitty pole dance. Her body moves along that pole with so much sex appeal, I can't take my eyes off of her.
She bends her long, lean body over, running her hands slowly from her ankles, all the way up to those big, perky tits, also covered in that fringe shit. When her hands glide up to her neck, she raises her face to the crowd and there she is.
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Holy fuck. Holy fucking shit.
"Shit," Gin's head whips toward me, his eyes huge.
"That Lala?" Happy asks stupidly, looking a little worried.
"FUCK!" I feel like I might be sick. Fuck it, I might fucking lose it and kill her. My sweet ass Lala is up there working the pole like a motherfucking pro. She looks fucking perfect doing that shit, too. She's every man's fantasy up there.
My vision starts going fuzzy, hands start shaking, and my body fills with rage. Before I know what I'm doing, I'm at the stage, face to face with my girl. Yeah, I fucking said it − my girl. She's been mine since she set foot in my motherfucking club.
"LALA!" I scream.
Some motherfucker sitting on a chair right next to the stage jumps up and gets in my face, "Back the fuck away from my bitch."
His bitch?
His bitch.
She wasn't his bitch while she was with me, letting me taste all that sweet. Fuck him!
"Oh God, please no. Rampage?" That soft sweet voice says in what I'm guessing is shock. Yeah I'm shocked as fuck too, baby. Never in my life did I think I'd be walking in on this shit tonight. I've been worried sick as fuck about this girl, and here she is, shaking her ass for a bunch of dirty fuckin' men while her self-appointed boyfriend sits and watches the whole fucking thing.
"Bitch, keep fuckin' dancin'," he yells at Lala. Her eyes are wide and scared shitless as she looks at me. This whole scene is so fucking wrong.
Her little shit of a boyfriend starts shoving at my chest, barking out all kinds of shit in my direction. How stupid. My fist meets his face and all hell breaks loose.
Bouncers, patrons, and my brothers are all up in my face, but all I can see is Lala standing up there on that stage, letting all these assholes get a good look at her. They're looking at what's mine, goddammit. The little fuckwad is screaming at her to keep fuckin' dancing, then telling me how he's gonna fucking kill me while he holds his bloody nose.
"Lala," Her eyes find mine again and she looks upset as fuck. Tears are streaming down her cheeks, making her eyes a brighter blue.
"Rampage. You gotta cool your shit, man," Tank says, grabbing me around the top of my shoulders.
"Fuck this shit. Get your ass in the back, you stupid cunt," Lala's little friend screams at her. I watch her cower back. Fuck that.
Making a grab for him, he jumps up and behind Lala. Her eyes look straight at the floor. When she finally looks up, I try to search for something – anything − in those blue eyes.
"Lala, c'mon. Let's go, okay?" I want to get her the fuck out of here. Why the fuck won't she come to me?
She doesn't move. She won't look at me anymore. The little fuck grabs around her arm and starts to shove her toward the back with two big fucks covering them both.
"Please Ryan," I hear her yell and I want to fucking kill him. Crush his windpipe, kill him. Rip his body apart and let him bleed to death, kill him.
"Shut the fuck up. Get in back ‘n change, bitch. You're dancin' again."
What the fuck is she doin'? Why the fuck won't she talk to me?
"Lala!" I watch him practically drag her off the stage, shoving her through a door and she's gone. No look back, no explanation. Not a motherfucking thing. She's really just gonna go with that asshole? Fuck it. Fuck this whole fucking thing.