The Rage: Hell's Disciples MC 3(38)

"Lala, baby!"

There's more hell. More shouting. More voices. I can hear my mom  screaming at me over and over again in my head, "Why'd you do it?"  "Why?" "You stupid little girl! You stupid fucking girl!" I did it  because I had to. I wanted to.

"Lala!" Hands touch my shoulders and I jump. Swinging around, I bring the bat up.

"Lailah!" Lil screams, "Stop!" Taking a few retreating steps back, I  notice a few lights are back on. It's a dull, muted light, but I can  see.

Stitch is leaning against the bar with Lil still kneeling beside him,  holding her hand against his wound. Tank is standing in front of me with  wide eyes, while Happy is shouting into a phone. Swinging my eyes  toward the door, I find Rampage. He's holding a blood soaked towel to  his shoulder. Dropping the bat, my hands start to shake. They were going  to kill the closest thing I have to a family. I will not feel bad for  what I did here tonight. I won. We won.





14


Bullets & Bats


Rampage

I walked in on pure fucking insanity. People everywhere. Blood, broken  shit, no power, people screaming. A fucking mess. The only thing I could  focus on was the terrifying sight across the room. She had that bat  raised high, and I watched her bring it down repeatedly, hitting her  mark each time. She had perfect accuracy with each blow, like she knew  exactly where she was gonna hit him. There's blood and brain splattered  on her from head to toe.

There's a guy on the ground a few feet away from her, head bashed in,  and the guy she's beating on now is damaged beyond recognition.

"Lala!" I can see crazy shit written all over her face. Pure, raw  fucking emotion. She's not scared or remorseful. She looks like a stone  cold killer, "Stop her, goddammit," I yell at Tank. He's the closest one  to her. Tank grabs her and I watch her pull back, ready to land him  with the bat. Lil screams, "Stop!" just as the lights cut on. Lala takes  a few steps back and drops the bat by her feet. Looking around she  starts to shake, but I've yet to see any fear.

"Lala, baby!" Her wide, blue eyes snap up, finding me.

She's running toward me and has her hands all over me in a second, searching for, what I'm guessing, is more injuries.

"Baby. I need you to calm the fuck down," Shaky fingers run from my cheeks, down my neck. Fuck. She's strung tight.

"Oh shit, Rampage," she gasps as she pulls away the shit tied around my  arm. Took a twenty-two to the shoulder, but it's more of a deep graze.  Not the worst shit.

"Are you okay?" She whispers as her voice shakes. I'm good, but it's her  I'm worried about. She just took out two guys like a fucking hired hit  man. "Baby, I need you to calm the fuck down. I'm good. Let's sit down,  okay."

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Doc stitched me up. Three sad ass stitches and I was good to go. He  pumped Stitch full of the good shit and patched him up, so he's good.  Happy is calm and kicked back with a shot in his hand. Blood and shit  isn't his thing, but when push comes to shove and the shit is necessary,  he'll push back. He's strange that way, I guess. Squeamish if it's  unnecessary, but all about it when shit needs handled. I guess I can  understand that.

I left Lala in my room with the girls. I wanted her to shower and try to  calm the fuck down, not that she was acting crazy or anything. For some  strange fucking reason, she seems more worried about me than what  happened with her and what she did with that bat. She's completely  unfazed by taking two motherfuckers out all on her own. It was like this  wasn't the first time something like this has happened. As much as it  bothers me to think about it, I know I'm probably right.                       
       
           


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Sitting around the table, Tank leans his elbow on the tabletop and  sighs, "Demons retaliating for that dead brother. They fucked us back  after we shut their shit down," is all he says. We all nod as he  finishes it up with, "But we fuck back harder."

"You know that shit was about her too, right?" He says to me.

"I'll fuckin' handle it."

"We'll fuckin' handle it as a club," he corrects me. So we set up a plan and square everything away.

Stretching his arms out, Tank looks over at me, "Lala alright?"

"Fuck if I know." It's the truth. I have no fucking clue how she is.  She's alive, and truthfully, that's' all I really give a fuck about. If  that makes me an asshole, then I'm the asshole of all assholes, because  everything comes second to her. As long as she's breathing and walking  around, we'll figure it the fuck out.

"She was insane with that bat, brother," Happy says, folding his arms across his chest.

"That motherfucker threatened Lil, raised a gun, and she kinda fuckin'  snapped and lost her shit. She was fighting off one guy, but when she  saw Lil, she went fucking wild," Stitch says.

Tank's eyes shoot to me, "She did that for Lil?" If that's what Stitch says, then I guess she did.

"Fuck yeah. He pointed that shit at Lil ‘n Lala ninja kicked herself up,  bringing down that bat on the guy who was dragging her out, then  without a second thought, she battered up and knocked Lil's guy across  the jaw, and that was it. She just kinda blacked out ‘n kept wailin' on  him until …  well, you fuckin' saw him. A lump of dead, beat up meat on  the floor. She's kinda fuckin' cool, and I don't say that lightly. I was  down, Lil was helping me, and Lala saved our fucking asses," Stitch  chuckles, "I won't forget that shit. Me and Lil owe her our lives."

She did all that shit? Fuck.

"Ain't the first time she's done that shit," Happy adds as an afterthought, "She's killed before."

And I believe that.

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The lights are turned off in the room and Lala is sitting in the middle  of the bed when I walk in. She's been sitting there with her eyes  trained on the door, waiting for me. Jumping up, she rushes toward me  the second I'm through the door.

"Are you okay?" That sincere concern from her gets to me. She gives a fuck.

"Yeah. A stitch or two ‘n I'm cool. You alright?" Taking a deep calming  breath, she nods once. That's all she's gonna give me. "Gotta give me  more than that," A nod just isn't gonna do it for me this time. I need  her words.

"I'm alright, really. Just worried about your arm," I know she's skating  around this conversation. Too bad for her I'm not letting shit go.

"Need more, Lala. Watched you beat that man with a bat until there  wasn't shit left of his head." Looking away from me, she walks back to  the bed. I follow those long legs up. She's only wearing my t-shirt and  her hair is wet, smells like flowers. Right now I want nothing more than  to fuck her slow and sweet, then cuddle up with her and sleep, but I  need this shit out there. "That wasn't the first time you've done that,  is it baby?"

Her head snaps up to mine, eyes wide. "I've never used a bat." That's  all I needed to hear. My sweet, innocent Lala has done this shit before.

"Tell me why? What would cause you to kill someone?" Shaking her head  she backs away from me and starts looking around on the floor, goin' for  a pair of sweats, but I grab them before she can. "Goddammit. Just tell  me."

"No!" Going for her purse, I grab her arm. Jerking her into me, she  tries to pull away but that's not happenin'. She's not running from me.

"Lala."

"I had to do it," she states calmly …  too fucking calmly. Her body is relaxed and it's fucking eerie.

"And?"

"And nothing."

"Fuck! Tell me."

Sitting on the bed she looks at her hands. Her face is impassive and her  demeanor is void of any emotion. She just looks detached, and that  scares me.

"When I was fifteen, a man my mom had dated for years, Ryan's dad, tried to force me to fuck him."

Instantly I start seeing red. "He raped you," I correct her.

"Tried," she corrects me. My heart twists and my hands start shaking.  "For years he'd do things like kiss me on the mouth, pin me into corners  just to rub himself against me, things like that, but it never went  that far. Then one night he tried to talk me into it. When I said no, he  thought he could persuade me by holding me down, forcing me into  fighting him off ‘cause he liked it rough. I had to make a choice and I  didn't have a lot of time to think about it. I just knew that I had to  take care of it, make sure he couldn't ever do it again. And well, I'm  still here, and he's not." She shrugs her shoulder carelessly. "It  doesn't matter."                       
       
           


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