RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC (14 page)

I’ve been watching her since the moment she walked in. Of
course, she doesn’t know I’m here, but I couldn’t stay away. I had to see her.
Ron and Booker are with me. Ron’s already figured me out, but Booker is
clueless. They’re having a good time, though.

When she told me about her little girls’ night out, I was
disappointed. But then I decided to stop being a pussy and let her have some fun.
And then I thought about all the fuckers who would be here hitting on her, so
here I am in full pussy/stalker mode.

They remove their jackets and head to the dance floor. My
soldier immediately stands at attention. Legs, thighs, breasts… I don’t know where
to focus.

“Damn, Chrissy got hot.”

For once, I take my eyes off Raven and look to her friend.
Ron’s right.
There must be something in the fucking water these days.
I
adjust myself as they start to dance, shaking their asses and grinding on each
other. Fuck, my girl can move. She rolls her hips, slowing down and speeding up
to match the beat. I sure hope she’ll utilize these skills in the bedroom.

Ron and Booker both sit up and lean forward, watching the
show. I’m about to go upside both their heads when I realize that it’s not just
them. All the fuckers with a dick are staring at her. Well, both of them, but
Chrissy’s not mine, Raven is. I clench my teeth and restrain myself. She’s not
doing anything wrong, and I don’t want to ruin her night.

A few guys try to dance with them, but the girls brush them
off. That is, until Ron walks over there and whispers in Chrissy’s ear. She
looks to Raven who waves them off. She turns to head back to the table and
bumps right into
him,
the boyfriend. I grab the arms of my chair to stop
myself from going over there. They exchange a few words and then he pulls her
into his arms. They begin to dance but it looks more like vertical fucking to
me. With each step, my anger rises. He pushes her against the wall and
basically starts humping her. I lose my shit. The chair topples over as I bolt
to my feet and march right over there.

I grab her arm and pull her away from him roughly. Her eyes
widen in surprise.

“Gage! What are you doing here?”

“What the fuck are you doing?” I demand.

“Hey! Get your hands off my girl!” the boyfriend shouts.

Ron and Booker show up and restrain the little fucker before
I snap on him. I drag her behind me and head for the exit at the back. I hear
the boy shouting, but all I can think is that I need to get her out of here.
She struggles against me, trying to pull out of my grasp.

“Stop!” I say through clenched teeth.

She stops struggling but I still have to drag her along. I
push through the door and look around to make sure we’re alone. Satisfied, I
push her against the wall, trapping her with my body. “What the fuck was that?”

“I could ask you the same thing! How could you embarrass me
like that in front of all those people?”

“Embarrass you? You were practically fucking him in front of
everyone!”

“It’s not fucking. It’s called the
Bachata
.”

“I give zero fucks what it’s called! This is your supposed
girls’ night?”

“He wasn’t supposed to be here. He just showed up. Like
someone else, I see.”

I step back and let out a frustrated growl. “Jesus Christ,
Raven! It’s bad enough I had to watch all those fuckers in there staring at
you, but he had his hands all over you!”

She crosses her arms under her breasts, her chest heaving in
anger.

“So what? I’m not your girlfriend.”

“Fuck what you think. You’re
mine
.”

“Fuck you! You come with your promises of dating but you
don’t want a commitment. You say
I
run hot and cold, but at least I know
what I want.”

“I know what I want.”

“Yeah. As you so eloquently put it, you want to fuck me.”

They’re my words, but hearing them thrown back at me pisses
me the fuck off. “Shut the fuck up. If this was just about pussy, I’d be long
gone. You wanna talk about commitment? Why don’t we talk about how you’re
stringing that poor kid along? How committed are you to him?”

She opens her mouth to say something but closes it quickly.
I take the opportunity to continue.  

“And what about me? Am I supposed to sit back and watch you
run around with the boy? You’re asking me for something you don’t seem willing
to give. Maybe you’re just like Lonnie after all.”

Why the fuck did I say that? Shit. She stands frozen to the
spot, staring at me in open-mouthed shock and disbelief.

I step toward her and she plants her palms on my chest,
pushing me away. I take another step and she pummels my chest with her little
fists.

“You
motherfucker
!”

“Raven, stop!”

I grab her wrists and we engage in a battle of death stares.
She pulls away and then surprises the hell out of me when she grabs my shirt
and drags me toward her, pressing her lips to mine. I force her against the
wall and fucking
own
her lips. I have never kissed a woman like this
before. It’s as if I’m pouring out all my rage and frustration, focusing all my
energy into this one act. She claws at me like she’s unsure what to do with her
hands. One second she’s grabbing my shirt, the next it’s my face, and then my
hair.

She parts her lips, letting me in, and then I own her
tongue, too. She moans, writhing against me. I taste every sweet inch of her
mouth, grabbing her ass and pulling her to me. Squeezing her firm cheeks, I
lift her off the ground. She wraps her legs around my hips and I push into the
wall, pressing my dick against her pussy. I slide my hands under her top and up
her back, desperate to feel her skin. She quivers, whimpering loudly. All the
while, we’re going at each other’s lips like some ravenous creatures. She
breaks the kiss, trying to catch her breath, and I sink my teeth into her neck.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

“Gage….” 

“No one else, Raven.
No one
touches you but me.”

“Raven?”

I turn my head to see who the soft, shaky voice came from.
Raven gasps, unhooks her legs from around me, and shrieks in horror, “Chris!”

***Raven***

Fuck, fuck, fuck!
The shattered look on his face
grabs my heart in a chokehold. He looks like he’s about to be sick. I can’t
blame him. I can’t even imagine what’s going through his mind right now. He
just shakes his head and walks away.

“Chris, wait!” I untangle myself from Gage and chase him
down, but he ignores me. I grab his hand and he turns to me in a rage.

“I asked you about him and you lied!”

“You asked me if we’re having sex. We’re not.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“We’ve kissed. That’s it.”

“That’s it?” he mocks me. “Oh, that’s fine then.”

“I know you’re angry, but please—”

“I
love
you. Do you understand that?”

The tears that were forming in my eyes spill over and race
down my cheeks.

“You had something going with him before we started dating,
didn’t you?”

“We kissed.”

“What is he? Some kind of pedophile?”

“He didn’t know my age.”

“Aah, now I get it. With your birthday coming up, he’s
sniffing around you again.”

“Chris, I swear I didn’t want… I didn’t
mean
to hurt
you.”

“Well, you have. And for what? Some guy who’s just going to
fuck you and then toss you out like garbage.” He practically spits the words at
me.

“I get your anger, but there’s no need to be mean.”

“Well, what are you going to do?”

“I… I don’t know.”
I honestly don’t.

“Great. You know what? Have fun with the biker trash.”

“Chris….”

“Oh, by the way, ask him about Janet Presley.”

He walks away and this time I let him leave.
What have I
done?
My knees buckle, but I’m caught before I hit the ground.

“It’s okay, doll. I got you.”

He picks me up and I bury my face in his neck as I bawl my
eyes out. When he sets me down, I open my eyes and see I’m in the passenger
seat of his car. “Where are we going?”

“I’m getting you out of here.”

“But Chrissy—”

“I’ll have the boys take care of her.”

He buckles my seat belt, closes the door, and then slides in
next to me. I stare out my window, feeling absolutely numb. I’m the scum of the
Earth. Worse than that. I’m the scum on the bottom of the shoe of the scum of
the Earth. I should have told him instead of him finding out this way. I watch
the scenery change as Gage drives, not knowing where we’re going and not
caring. He takes my hand and gives it a light squeeze.

“You’ll be okay, babe. I’m here.”

I turn to look at him and remember Chris’ last words. “Who’s
Janet Presley?”

His jaw clenches and I see the anger in his eyes before he
looks away. “Where did you hear that name?”

“Who is she?”

“Just some chick. She’s not important.”

“What happened to her?”

“Nothing. She moved away a couple years ago.”

“Was she your girlfriend?”

“What? Hell no.”

I watch him grip the wheel tightly. She means something to
him. I’m not sure what, but I’m not in the frame of mind to figure it out. I
have my own shit to deal with.

“Fuck.” he says, glancing in the rear-view mirror.

“What is it?”

“Two bikes behind us. Been there for a while.”

“So?”

“So? What bikers you know ride along diligently through
traffic?”

He has a point.

“You think they’re following us?”

“Let’s see.”

He accelerates and I watch in the mirror on my side as the
bikes speed up, too. Then they pull out from behind us.

“I think they’re going to pass us,” I tell him.

“Shit!”

One of them pulls up next to Gage’s window.

“What is he doing?” I exclaim in a panic.

I look around frantically for the other rider and almost
swallow my tongue as I stare through my window and down the barrel of a gun.

Oh. Shit.

Continues in Tempted…

– To cause someone to do or want to do something even though
it may be wrong, bad, or unwise

– To entice to do wrong by promise of pleasure or gain

Synonyms – persuade, convince, coax

PROLOGUE

Where we left off in Forbidden...

Damn. I don’t really like the kid but he looked genuinely
hurt when he found me and Raven together. Am I a sick fuck because I’m relieved
that he knows now? The only thing is, we’re dealing with a double-edged sword.
Raven’s devastated because she’s done the one thing she’s been trying to avoid
all this time—hurt the boy. I can’t stand to see her like this.

“You’ll be okay, babe. I’m here,” I tell her as I gently
squeeze her hand.

She turns to me, eyes brimming with tears, and it crushes
me.

“Who’s Janet Presley?” she asks.

The fuck?
How does she know Janet?
“Where did
you hear that name?”

“Who is she?”

Who is she? Nobody. Just a woman who almost ruined my
fucking life. “Just some chick. She’s not important.”

I check the rear-view mirror and spot two sport bikes riding
alongside each other. I move closer to the shoulder to allow them to pass but
they stay behind me.

“What happened to her?” Raven’s voice brings me back to the
conversation.

“Nothing. She moved away a couple of years ago.”

“Was she your girlfriend?”

Girlfriend?
“What? Hell no.”

Just talking about her is getting me fucked up. She’s a part
of the reason I don’t do girlfriends. Too much fucking drama. I check the
mirror again as I turn a corner and notice that the bikers follow.
Are these
fuckers tailing me
? I slow down, they do, too. I take another turn, not on
my route, and they do the same.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.

“What is it?”

“Two bikes behind us. Been there for a while.”

“So?”

“So? What bikers you know ride along diligently through
traffic?” I ask her.

“You think they’re following us?”

“Let’s see.”

I press on the gas and keep my eyes on the mirror. They pull
out from behind us but I notice one of them reaching behind him. I’ve done that
too many times to not recognize what he’s doing.

“I think they’re going to pass us,” Raven says.

No, they’re not. One of them pulls up to my window, keeping
pace with us. “Shit!”

“What is he doing?” Raven asks in a panic.

The other fucker points a gun at her window and I kick my
ass into gear. Coming after me is one thing. Putting Raven in danger? That’s a
whole fucking avalanche of hurt for the suicidal motherfucker who attempts it.