The Rage: Hell's Disciples MC 3(28)

I leave that strip club so fucked up I can barely walk or talk. Fuck that bitch.

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"C'mon, Red. Someone's gonna suck my dick tonight, and since you like to be the slut you are, you got the job."

Red starts running to catch up to me like the desperate fucking bitch  she is. She makes me sick, but what I just had to watch makes me even  sicker. Making our way through my bedroom door, she starts stripping off  her clothes ‘til she's completely naked in front of me. I watch as she  comes to me, pulling my shirt up over my head and licking my neck. I'm  not making out with the bitch so I tell her, "The only thing I want you  to do is get on your knees, pull out my dick and suck it. I don't wanna  talk, I don't wanna fuck, I just want you to suck it like the good  little slut you are.

She looks surprised and disappointed, ready to say something when I give  her a look that stops her in her tracks. She looks pissed off, but does  as I tell her. She pulls out my dick and begins stroking it to get me  hard. When that doesn't do the job, she starts licking around the  piercing in the tip, then sucking it into her mouth, and she sucks. I'm  too big for her to take all the way, but I don't give a fuck. I grab the  back of her head and shove my dick to the back of her throat, making  her take what she can and then some, but it's still not deep enough. I'm  sitting on the corner of the bed with her between my legs, fucking her  mouth while I stare at the wall. The more I force my dick down her  throat, the more out of control I feel. I wanna nut and get this over  with, but I need the release, and I need it bad. I'm not nice. I pump in  and out hard and fast, not feeling bad about being so forceful, but I  know this is the kind of shit this bitch likes. She's had a lot of  practice and she's rubbing herself the whole time, getting off on it.                       
       
           


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It all happened so fast. One second I'm coming down Red's throat,  feeling that empty satisfaction of shooting out my load when I hear  voices getting louder as they come through the hall. Before I can get up  to tuck my shit back in my pants, my door is thrown wide open. Not one  thing about what either one of us are seeing right now is right. It's so  beyond fucked up.

I shove Red backwards, pulling my pants up and shoving my dick in as I  make my way to Lala. Red's in the background running her goddamn mouth,  but I don't give a fuck.

Lala starts to leave, but not before I grab her arm and pull her to me,  "I'm sorry, Rampage," she says. I have been dying to hear that voice for  weeks now and here it is, but it's not the one I want to hear. Her  voice is broken and scared.

I hold her face up toward me and she doesn't look good. I know I didn't  leave her looking like this. There's no makeup, no long smooth hair.  She's wearing a white, zip up sweatshirt with the hood up and blood down  the front. Her hair is matted to her cheeks and hanging down the sides  in a wild mess. She's wearing a pair of my black baggy sweats that she  must have taken when she left. What the fuck did I leave her to? Why  didn't I just take her instead of leaving her with that fuckstick? I  couldn't look past my own ego to see she was in trouble. She obviously  didn't make the choice to stay and have this done to her if she didn't  feel she had to.

I'm thinking all these things while I stare at her, not saying anything.  One of her eyes is black and blue, damn near swollen shut. It's only  been a few hours since I saw her, so it shouldn't be this fucking bad …   not yet. Her lip is split in two places, both deep and bleeding pretty  bad. The blood is slowly gliding down her chin, down her neck and into  her sweatshirt. The skin around her neck and shoulders are red, purple,  black and blue. She was obviously being choked by more than someone's  goddamn hands.

FUCK!

"Get out!" I growl at Red. I'm gonna lose my shit and I know it. It's  slipping away and I can't grab it fast enough. I can feel my shit going  real quick and it'll be Red who catches it if she doesn't get the fuck  out. My eyes stay on Lala, but she is trying to look away from me. She  flinches and takes a step back when I yell. Goddammit. "Red. I said get  the fuck out," She stands there, hands on her hips, but-ass naked. Bitch  isn't going without a fight.

"What?"

"Out!" I can't stand that Lala went through this kind of shit tonight,  only to come to me and see me getting my dick sucked. I fucked this shit  up so bad. I've made her night even worse.

"I'm sorry, Rampage. I don't know where to go …  I need you." Lala  whispers softly, looking me straight in the eyes as tears pour out of  hers. I feel that shit to the depths of my dead, black heart. The need  in her words eats at me. She needed me and I left her. I let that shit  slip. I should have stayed. I should have made her come with me. Fuck, I  should have beat that motherfucker to death and forced her if I had to,  but I didn't. I hate myself. I was pissed at her and getting my rocks  off ‘cause I was pissed at her, while she was getting the living shit  beat out of her. "Yeah baby, I'm here."

Lala walks around Red and me. Red is still naked and looking stupid  standing there. I can't blame her for this shit since I'm the one who  dragged her in here so I could get off, but I should only have to tell  her to leave once.

I watch Lala walk right to my dresser and pull out a shirt. She doesn't  even give a second thought before unzipping her sweatshirt. She's not  wearing a goddamn thing under it. She tosses it on the floor with all my  dirty clothes and I have to look away. There are bruises everywhere,  all over her body. So fucking bad.

"I get you fucked her, but who the fuck does this bitch think she is?  She doesn't belong here, and she sure as shit doesn't belong in her with  you now. She left and I'm still here. I don't share, Rampage." Red  yells at me. Really? Who the fuck does she think she is? She's club  gash, everyone gets a piece of her shit. She's got me fucked up.

"Do not make me remove you from my room, bitch. I said get the fuck out."

"Fuck this stupid cunt. She's nasty. Look at her bruises and shit. She a  fuckin' junky or some shit? What the fuck is she even doing here?"

I completely lose it …  Again. Before I know what I'm doing, I've got Red  pinned up against the wall by her neck, "You ever talk about her like  that again, I. WILL. KILL. YOU. I'll put a bullet right between your  motherfucking eyes, kill ya." I shove her ass out the door while she's  crying and screaming at me.                       
       
           


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Everyone is standing in the hall staring at me. I find the eyes of the  only person in this place, besides Lala, that I care about and what they  think of me, and she's staring daggers at me. Sis hates me. I fucking  hate me. Slamming the door, I turn around to Lala. She said she needs  me, so I'm here to take care of her.

She's under the blankets and wrapped up in the sheets. I feel fucking  sick about what was goin' on in this room before she walked in, but it's  the only place I want her. This shit is so wrong. She doesn't care and I  think that's the worst part of it all. She's so broken she doesn't give  a fuck that she's in a bedroom that I was just getting my dick sucked  in. Seeing her looking so out of touch with what's happened scares me  for her and myself. Seeing her like this breaks something in me, and I  don't think I'll ever be whole again.





Lala

"Not gonna do this shit any more, Lala," Rampage says softly into my  hair as his rough hand runs lightly and carefully up and down my bruised  ribs. Sadly, they don't hurt like they should. It feels like my body  has grown accustomed to the pain. To his statement, I just shake my head  no and cuddle closer to him, trying to put it out of my head. I'm not  ready to talk about it yet. I will, but not right at this moment. I just  want to lay here for a while. Enjoy this for a moment longer before it  all comes crashing down around me again.

Seeing Rampage with Red hurt like a motherfucker, but I wouldn't tell  him that. I've heard the stories of why clubs keep gash around, so I  guess I never expected him to be faithful to me. We don't have anything  so I have no say in what he does, especially if I'm not around. I would  be delusional to think he would be faithful, and I accepted that from  the beginning, but it did hurt, especially having to see it with my own  eyes. Regardless, I wanted to stay with him. Not for protection, but I  wanted him so bad. Maybe I'm here because I really am fucked in the  head. I don't know what a relationship is, especially a normal one. It  could be the toll life has taken on me, making me ignorant to a lot of  shit.