RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC

ALANA SAPPHIRE

Copyright 2015 – 2016
Alana Sapphire

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CT Cover Creations
© 2016

Forbidden, Tempted, and Claimed covers designed by Margreet
Asselbergs at

Rebel Edit &
Design
© 2015-2016

Deception and Envisage covers designed by
Alana Sapphire
© 2016

Note/Disclaimer

Playlists

Forbidden (Book 1)

Tempted (Book 2)

Claimed (Book 3)

Deception (A Novella/Book 4)

Bonus Scene

Envisage (A #Rage Short Story)

Coming Soon – Excerpt From Next
Book In Series

Also By Alana

About Alana

There is a character in the series whose road name is “Allah”
(pronounced A-la: short “a”s). As explained in Tempted (book two), it was
derived from a mispronunciation of the word “Holla”. It is in no way related to
faith/religion, nor has any religious connotations.

Forbidden

Tempted

Claimed

Deception

– Not permitted or allowed

Synonyms – banned, barred, prohibited

CHAPTER
1

***Gage***

“Fuck me. Who’s that?”

Einstein follows my gaze and furrows his brows in confusion.

“Who?”

“Her. In the blue shorts, white tank top.”

“Oh, that’s Lonnie’s sister,” E says.

“She belong to anyone?” I ask.

“Doubt it. I think she just moved here.”

“Fuck.” I can’t take my eyes off her.

“I know, man. Practically every man here has been salivating
over her since she showed up.”

And why wouldn’t they? She’s a Latina goddess. My view of
her is from the side, but goddamn! Tits a man can bury his face in, an ass to
grab onto, a tiny waist, and legs perfect for wrapping around me. Her smooth, spotless,
caramel skin has my fingers itching to touch her, and her long, jet-black hair
with streaks of blue would look amazing coiled around my fist… while I fuck her
doggy-style.

“You sure she doesn’t have an old man?”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re going to find out?”

“Because I am,” I answer him over my shoulder as I walk
away.

I watch her as I make my way over. She’s standing between
Lonnie and Super Head. I don’t know her real name, but the bitch can sure suck
a dick. Lonnie points something out to them and they turn at an angle where I
can see her face. I freeze in my tracks. This chick is fucking hot! I’m getting
a boner just looking at her. I continue walking, my eyes locked on her like a
missile to its target. When the other two notice me approaching, they stand
straighter and push out their chests. The black-haired beauty rolls her eyes
and folds her arms under her breasts. I nod to what’s-her-face and drape my arm
around Lonnie’s shoulders.

“Lonnie, baby. Ain’t seen you in a while.”

She giggles and rubs against me, but I am in no way
interested in her right now. The beauty rolls her eyes again and turns her head
to the side. She has my full attention, yet she’s looking everywhere but at me.
Out of either boredom or annoyance, she starts fidgeting with one of the five
earrings in her right ear.

“Miss me, Gage?” Lonnie tries to draw my attention back to
her.

“All the brothers missed you,” I say, even though if I
hadn’t seen her today, I wouldn’t have realized she was away.

“I was out of town.”

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

“Mm-hmm. Who’s this?”

“This is my sister, Raven.”

Raven. Perfect. Just perfect. She finally looks at me, and I
stare into the most gorgeous blue eyes I’ve ever seen, like the sky on a
cloudless day, like her shorts, the streaks in her hair, and the color on her
eyelids. I’m guessing blue is her favorite color.

“Raven—”

“Hi. Bye.”

I watch in disbelief as she marches off. Lonnie stiffens
beneath my arm.

“Gage, she doesn’t understand—”

“It’s okay, Lonnie,” I cut her off.

I leave them and march right after her, grabbing her wrist
before she storms out the gate. No one walks away from me.
No one
.

“Let go of me!”

She twists her hand out of my grasp and turns to face me.
She’s a little thing, barely reaching my chin, but her attitude is bigger than
that small body can contain. Her eyes are shooting daggers. She thinks she’s
intimidating? I can’t help but smile.

“Something funny?”

“You.”

“Save it. I didn’t come here to be anyone’s whore.”

She turns to leave and I grab her hand to stop her. Again, she
pulls out of my grasp.

“Don’t touch me.”

Her voice is laced with contempt. I know she’s new around
here, but she can’t be
that
new.

“Do you know who I am?”

Her gaze drops to my cut and the different patches before
she looks me in the eyes again.

“I don’t care who you are. I told you, I didn’t come here to
be
anyone’s
whore.”

She’s too cute. It’s strange because I like it, and I don’t
do cute. I want to throw her over my shoulder and lock her away in my room.
After a good fuck, she’ll calm down. Maybe I’ll toy with her for a bit, see how
far I can push her.

“Really? Dressed like that and hanging out with Lonnie and
Super Head?”

Her body shakes with righteous indignation. She clenches her
little fists at her sides, trying to hold in her anger.

“First of all, there’s nothing wrong with the way I’m
dressed. Secondly, I may not like that Lonnie chooses to spread her legs for
you and your stupid club, but she’s my sister. Third, I don’t even know Super
Head or whatever you want to call her. She’s Lonnie’s friend.”

She’s a real spitfire. Her accent is even more pronounced
when she’s angry, making her words sound more like Spanish and less like
English. Adorable, and sexy as hell. I can just imagine what she looks like
when she’s coming. Eyes closed… no, wide open, lips parted, chest heaving, and
then finally screaming my name. I need to see it.

“So, why are you here?”

“I wanted to see what the big deal was. And just as I
expected, I’m not impressed.”

“You know, you have quite a mouth on you. I’m sure I can
find better uses for it.”

Like sucking my dick, for instance.
She narrows her
eyes at me, seething.

“Fuck you!”

I let her walk off this time. Damn, she’s the type you hate
to see leave, but love to watch walk away. The way she swings her hips is just…
hypnotic. I want to see her bent over before me while I smack that ass. Shit.
Now I’m as hard as a brick. No worries. I’m sure I’ll be buried in that pussy
tonight.

She heads back to her sister and gets what I assume is a
good tongue-lashing. Lonnie’s been around for a while and knows the rules.
Raven isn’t taking it sitting down, though; she seems to be giving as good as
she’s getting. I grab a beer and watch as she walks away from her sister and
leans on the fence, quietly fuming. I make my way back to E, who has a huge
grin on his face.

“Looks like things didn’t go too well.”

“She’s definitely not like the other bitches here, brother.”

“Shit, if she shot
you
down, then none of these
shitheads has a chance in hell.”

I chuckle as I watch man after man approach her, then walk
away looking angry or offended. My guys don’t deal with rejection often.  At
least I know it’s not just me. It doesn’t bother me. I ain’t never met a bitch
I couldn’t get. Shit, all I have to do is crook my finger and these bitches
come running. Not Raven, though. And that makes me want her more.

“So, did you get the intel you were looking for?”

“Shit!” How the fuck did I let her walk away without finding
out if she has an old man?

“I can’t believe you forgot the reason you went over there
in the first place. You losing your touch?”

Losing my touch? Never. She’ll fall in line just like every
other bitch. I watch with a smirk as another brother steps up to her. “Trust
me, E; I’ll have her under me in no time.”