RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC (18 page)

***Gage***

I’ll
stay
.

I never thought two simple words could make me so happy or
that a woman could both infuriate and calm me to such degrees. I was about to
explode when I walked in here and saw her bent over the pool table, her ass on
display. I can’t believe she erased all that anger with just a touch.

She’s leaning against me once more, observing everyone. It’s
a calm night—by our standards, anyways. With no Hounds around, the boys are
pretty tame, but they’re still having a good time. They don’t seem to mind the
girls. In fact, they look like they’re fitting right in. Rico yells something
in Spanish and the girls burst out laughing. I have no idea what’s so funny,
but the three of them start going back and forth. What I
do
know is that
Rico’s enjoying having people around who speak his language.

E walks in and slowly takes in the scene. Once his gaze
lands on me, his lips curl up in a smirk, and he heads our way.
Asshole
.

“Hi, Raven. How do you feel?”

“Great, Dr. E! Whatever you gave me last night, it knocked
me right out.”

He looks up at me with a grin. Fucker knows I stayed with
her last night, and I know I won’t hear the end of it.

“And you? How’d you sleep?”

“Just fine,
Dr. E
.”

I’m smiling, but he knows the “fuck off” look I’m giving him
all too well. He chuckles, unable to hide his amusement.

“Do you still want me to do that thing for her?”

Shit. I totally forgot. “Yeah, yeah. Go with E, babe. He’s
going to take care of you.”

“’Kay.”

She takes his hand as they walk away and jealousy rages
inside me once again. I take deep breaths, reminding myself that this is my best
friend. A man I’ve known all my life. My anger doesn’t dissipate until they
return, though. She talks with Chrissy and they hug before her friend starts
saying her goodbyes.

“Bye, Gage!” She waves at me.

“See ya, Chrissy. Ron, get Allah to go with you.”

I smile as Raven walks back to me, trying hard not to trip
over my pant legs. Why do I feel so good seeing her in my clothes?

“I’m a little tired. I’m going to take a shower and lie
down.”

“Okay, doll. I’ll be in soon.”

“’Kay. ’Night, boys!”

I’m surprised to hear a few disappointed groans and pleas
for her to stay. Damn girl has bewitched my entire club. She giggles and waves
them off as she leaves.

“She’s a good girl,” E states, taking the bar stool next to
me.

I turn to him as I take a pull of my beer. “I know that.” He
hands me a piece of paper that I unfold and see it’s Raven’s prescription.
Finally, an advantage of having a gynecologist for a best friend. “Thanks. I’ll
take care of it.”

“Take care of
her
.”

“Why the fuck are you talking like I’m getting married or
some shit?”

He pats me on the back as he pushes the stool away from the
bar.

“You’ll figure it out soon, brother. I’m out. Got a hot
nurse to examine,” he says, waggling his brows.

“Yeah, you need to go fuck a pussy and stop being one.”

He gives me the finger and waves Booker over as he walks
backwards out of the clubhouse.

“Come on, Booker. You’re with me.”

“Yes, sir.”

He leaves, but his words stay with me. I know she’s a good
girl and I have no intention of hurting her. That’s why I’ve always been honest
with her. I won’t let anyone else hurt her, either. Not as long as I’m
breathing. As I grab another beer from behind the bar, I realize I care about
her more than I thought. She’s slowly working her way under my skin, and I’m
powerless to stop it. Do I want to? I don’t have a fucking clue.

I give Tek the card with the phone number I got from
Cassidy. He nods and heads toward the rooms.

“I’ll see what I can dig up.”

“Tek… tomorrow, yeah?”

“Got it, boss.”

Razor winks at me as he leaves, jerking his head at Rico to
follow. I hope that fucker knows what he’s doing. Cassidy is a real piece of
work. With everyone else gone, Crow and Motor start grumbling about their old
ladies. After they leave, I lock up and head to my room.

She’s in my bed, wearing one of my T-shirts with the club
logo. Her knees are drawn up to her chest, those thick, juicy thighs taunting
me. The only thing I can think is that she fits. She fits me, my club… She just
fucking fits. She’s reading something on her phone and singing that Bonnie and
Clyde song by Jigga, but stops and smiles up at me as I enter. I swear it’s the
most beautiful sight in the world.

“Hey,” she greets me.

“Hey. What you doin’?”

“Trolling Amazon for free books.”

“Free? They can’t be very good.”

I sit on the edge of the bed and lean on the headboard. Like
it’s the most natural thing in the world, she moves over right next to me. I
drape my arm around her shoulders and she leans in to my side.

“Not really. Sometimes it’s promotional… or maybe the first
in a series. They give that one away, and then you have to buy the others to
finish the story.”

“I see.” I hand her my credit card and she gives me that
big, beautiful smile again. I know, without a doubt, I would do anything to
keep her smiling like that. “Get whatever you want.”

She launches at me, throwing her arms around my neck and
squeezing tightly.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Fuck. All this over a few books?
Not that I’m
complaining. Trust me. “Doesn’t take much to please you, does it?”

“Nope. I just need your billing address please,” she says in
a sweet voice, batting her lids.

Fucking cute. I give her my driver’s license and she looks
down at it with a grin.

“Your middle name is Harley?”

“Yeah. Blame Chopper. If he had his way, it would have been
my first name.”

“It’s cute...
Harley
.”

“I don’t do ‘cute’, baby doll.”

“Okay, Harley. Whatever you say.”

“What’s
your
middle name, smartass?”

“Selena.”

“Selena. I like that.”

“Thank you. Now, go away.”

She goes back to her phone and it’s like I don’t exist
anymore. I leave her there and head into the shower. Yup, under my skin, all
right.

I feel like a kid in the candy shop…on Christmas and my
birthday rolled into one. I got a couple books I wanted
and
I didn’t have
to pay for them.
Sweet
. He just found the way to my heart. No. Not
heart. What he’s after is a little farther south. Although lately, he seems
different. The jealousy, the way he talks…
He wouldn’t be like this if he
didn’t care, right? Could he possibly want something more?
No. I can’t
think like this. That’s how I’ll end up getting hurt. He likes me and I like
him. Let’s just leave it at that.

He walks back in, wearing those sexy-as-sin boxer shorts
that don’t leave much to the imagination. I lick my lips and watch as he climbs
into bed.

“Put away the phone. Book time is over.”

“Oh? What time is it?”

“Gage time.”

I burst out laughing, and he raises a curious brow.

“What’s so funny?”

“I just got this image in my head of you saying that while
doing the ‘Hammer-time’ dance.”

I gasp as he grabs me by the waist and pulls me to him.
Nothing is funny anymore. In fact, I don’t even remember why I was laughing. He
takes my phone and places it next to his on the nightstand.

“I. Don’t. Dance. Got it?”

“Got it,” I whisper.

He laces his fingers through my hair then gently trails his
index finger down my cheek.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“So you keep telling me.”

“And I won’t stop.”

Tremors run through my body as I stare into his eyes. With
just a look, he makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Tell me something about you,” he says in a low voice.

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

“Wow… that’s specific.” He leans in and bites into my bottom
lip. “Ow!”

“Keep it up. I might put you over my knee yet.”

“Okay, okay. Where should I start?”

“Tell me about back home.”

I shrug, not really knowing what to say. “My dad raised me
and Lonnie. She left when she turned eighteen, and then for a long time it was
just me and him.”

“How’d he die?”

“Killed in the line of duty… armed robbery gone wrong.”

“What about your mom?”

“Never met her.”

“How come?”

“She was some kind of heiress. Her parents didn’t approve of
my dad. He was Mexican and a cop, so he wasn’t good enough for their princess.
When she found out she was pregnant, they gave her an ultimatum. Us or the
money. They actually wanted her to get an abortion, but she opted instead to
give me up to my dad.”

His arm tightens around me supportively. I haven’t talked
about her in a long time. I don’t know how she could do it. How do you leave a
baby you spent nine months carrying inside your body? And afterwards… she never
even tried to see me once. “Daddy was my rock. After he died, I was a little
lost. Everything moved so fast. Lonnie swept in, signed some papers, and packed
me up. I didn’t even get to go to prom or graduation.”

“Do you miss it?”

“I do, especially Toni. She’s my best friend. But there’s
nothing there for me anymore.”

“You don’t have any other family?”

“Nope. I was accepted into the Miami International
University of Art and Design, but I had to give it up when I moved.”

“Art? What were you going to study?”

“Graphic and web design.”

“There are other art schools around.”

“I know. I just have to get some other stuff sorted out
first.”

“Like what?” he asks.

“I need to get my own place. I can’t stand living with
Lonnie. I just wish my birthday would hurry up and get here.”

“You and me both.”

I lay my palm flat on his hard chest and move closer. “Why
don’t you remind me what’s in it for you?”

His hand creeps under my shirt, and his fingers slowly dance
up my spine. My breathing gets ragged and my body trembles against him.

“I finally get to do what I’ve wanted to do since the moment
I saw you… sink my dick deep inside you.”

I can barely keep my eyes open, but I fight it because the
look on his face is affecting me as much as his touch. “Is that all?”

He traces circles over my heated skin—my hip, the dip of my
waist, and up my ribcage. His voice, low and hoarse, weaves its way into my
senses.

“I’m going to kiss every inch of your gorgeous body.”

I slide my fingers into his hair and lean in, our lips just
inches apart. My pussy is twitching, begging for attention. He gets close to my
breast and I arch into him, but he withdraws his fingers.

“Once you’ve come on my tongue a few times… I’m going to
fuck you nice and slow.”

“Gage….”

“At first. But then I’m going to take you hard and fast… in
every position and location I can.”

He parts my thighs and places his knee between them. I move
my hips, desperately trying to ease the ache between my legs.

“When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk for a
month.”

“That… sounds painful.”

His fingers continue their exploratory mission, trailing
over my thigh. I moan, feeling like I might shatter at any moment.

“I’ll have you coming so hard, you’ll welcome the pain.”

Dios
. “Please, Gage. I don’t want to wait.”

He stops instantly, pulling my shirt down.

“No, Raven.”

“It’s just a few weeks. What difference does it make?”

“I just can’t.”

“I have something I want you to hear.”

I sit astride him, reach for my phone, and play the song
Toni sent me earlier—“Nobody Has To Know” by Kranium. He raises a brow at me,
and I wonder if he’ll understand any of it. I lean in close to his lips and
whisper, “No one has to know.”

Toni’s been giving me a few pointers, so let’s see how they
work. Moving to the beat of the music, I roll my hips and grind on his now
rock-hard dick. He lowers his gaze, biting into his bottom lip as he watches. I
reach up and cup my breasts, kneading them and pulling on my nipples. With a
moan, I throw my head back and imagine doing this while he’s inside me. He
grabs my hips, chest rising and falling rapidly as his breathing gets out of
control. I smirk as I turn around, kicking things up a notch. He groans as I
pull my T-shirt up to my waist.

“Raven….”

I lean forward, place my hands on the bed between his legs
and slowly bounce on top of him. Let him see what he’s missing… what he could
be getting right now. He growls and pulls me down onto the bed.

“Fuck, Raven! Stop it.”

“But—”

“No. I….”

He takes a deep breath and pulls me into his arms. I lay my
head on his chest, waiting for him to continue.

“Go to sleep, doll.”

***Gage***

An ungodly sound rips me out of a deep sleep.
What the
fuck
? Raven reaches over me and silences her phone then falls back on my
chest. She groans, yawning and stretching. I pull her back into my arms when
she tries to roll away.

“I have to get up,” she mumbles.

“What the fuck for?”

“Work… and you have to take me by the house first so I can
change.”

“Stay.”

“As much as I want to, I can’t.”

She gets up and I growl in irritation. Two nights of having
her in my bed and I don’t want her to leave. Shit. I don’t even recognize
myself. The shower comes on and I look at my phone. Five-thirty. The ass-crack
of dawn.
Fuck.
I hug her pillow and her scent washes over me, both
lulling me back to sleep and arousing me at the same time. Fuck me, I’m
referring to it as
her
pillow. Two nights. Two fucking nights.
What
is she doing to me?
  I don’t know, but I wish she’d just come back to bed.
Damn it. I sit up and shake the sleep away then get dressed. She walks into the
room wrapped in a towel, and I almost give in to the urge to take what’s mine.

“Good. You’re up.”

Shit… in more ways than one.

“It’s probably cold outside. Can I borrow something to
wear?”

“Take whatever you need.”

“Thanks.”

By the time I brush my teeth, she’s dressed and waiting. I
grab two hoodies from my closet and hand one to her. She takes it wordlessly
and slips it on. I hold her chin between my fingers and raise her face to mine.
“I hate this sneaking around.”

“Me, too.”

“Once we get past all this, the only place you’ll be
sleeping is in my bed. Got it?”

She sucks in a breath and her eyes widen.  Then she nods.

“Words, babe.”

“Got it.”

I grab her backpack and we head out to the Bimmer.

“I meant to ask you, how did they repair the Mustang so
fast?”

“They didn’t.”

“So… it’s a different one?”

“Yeah. I got a few,” I tell her.

“Wow.”

“What?”

“You make it sound like nothing… so mundane… like ‘yeah, I
got a few lying around’.”

“What can I say? Gotta be prepared.”

She turns in her seat, and I just know she’s coming with
something serious.

“Those guys the other night—”

“I’m taking care of it.”

“But… why would they come after us?”

“No, baby doll. They came after
me
. It has nothing to
do with you.”

“I don’t know why they came after you, but I know you do
more than security and customize cars. Illegal things.”

I remain quiet. She’ll learn more about me as time passes.
Will she still want me when she finds out the kind of person I am? She takes a
deep breath and continues.

“That first night you took me to the clubhouse… what kind of
shipment were you protecting for those Mexicans?”

“That’s club business. I can’t tell you that.”

“After getting shot at and shooting a man, you owe me more
than that.”

“Raven...”
Fuck!
I shake my head in frustration,
tightening my grip on the steering wheel. She’s right. I owe it to her to make
sure she knows what she’s getting into with me. That still doesn’t mean I can
disclose club secrets though.

“Please, Gage. I promise anything you tell me stays between
us.”

“You sure you wanna know?”

“Yes.”

Fuck me. I hope I don’t regret this.
“You don’t
repeat this to anybody. Got it?”

“I won’t.”

“Fine. The Mexicans have a guns-for-coke deal with the
Columbians. A couple of their deliveries were jacked. They needed extra
security and know I’m the best.”

“So… you transported guns for them?”

“No. I just made sure the shipment got where it was going.”

“Were you attacked?”

“Mexicans had a leak. I found it before we even loaded up
the truck.”

“How’d you do that?” she asks incredulously.

“I suspected it was one of his drivers. I gave each of them
a different route and had Tek tap their phones. We found the rat and sent him and
a few guys with a fake shipment while we went the other way with the real one.
Jefe
found his leak and sent a message to the guys who were stealing from him.”

“I see… And you do stuff like that for other people?”

“I do.”

She leans back into the seat and remains silent for the rest
of the drive to her house. The journey to Millie’s is no different. I guess
I’ve given her a lot to think about. She already had an idea, but now she has
confirmation.
I hope all this doesn’t scare her away. I don’t want to lose
her.
When I drop her off at work, she mumbles “thank you” and reaches for
the door.

“Raven.”

“Hmm?” She turns to me expectantly.

“Come here.”

She leans toward me and I grab the back of her neck, pulling
her in. I kiss her lips gently, needing to taste them. I need to know we’re
okay. She moans and opens up, giving me free reign. I flick my tongue against
hers, and her little whimper goes straight to my dick. Her response is the only
affirmation I need. I break away reluctantly. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” she says with a smile.

“I’ll send Ron to pick you up later.”

“’Kay. Will I see you?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll call you.”

“Okay.”

I reach across and open her door, then watch as she runs
inside the diner. On the drive back, all I can think about is how good she
feels in my arms and how these last two nights I’ve slept better than I have in
a really long time. Again, what the fuck is she doing to me? To be honest, she
hasn’t done anything but be herself. The more I see of her, the less it becomes
about waiting for her birthday so I can fuck her. I can’t believe I’m actually
developing feelings for this girl. The question is, what am I going to do about
it? I can’t do the relationship thing, especially after what happened the other
night. She could have been killed, and it would have been because of me. How
long were they following me? Did they see me put her in the car? There could
have been others or they could have been communicating with the rest of their
crew. Shit. I need to find these motherfuckers fast.

Tek approaches me when I arrive at the clubhouse. Good thing
because I was just about to drag his ass out of bed.

“Found ’em, boss,” he says.

“Who are they?”

“Call themselves The Muscle. Just a group of guys who hire
themselves out as security or muscle, as it would be, if needed.”

He turns his laptop toward me and shows me a picture of the
group of men. I spot the two from that night at the Kitty and the two from the
other night. I count ten in all and we took out four, so I’ve got six
motherfuckers gunning for me.

“Word on the street is they’re on a manhunt.”

“That means I have to get to them before they get to me.”

“What are you thinking?”

I’m thinking I need to take them out all at once. The only
place I can get them together and know we can get it done without being seen or
heard is the warehouse where I keep my other cars and bikes. “Call the number.
Tell ’em you got a job that will need the whole crew. Offer to triple their
regular fee. Make up whatever backstory you need and get ’em to the warehouse…
unseen.”

“Got it.”

“Wake up the boys. Keep Rico and Motor with you. The rest of
us are heading to the warehouse. We got a trap to set.”