RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC (24 page)

“What kind of bike is this?” Raven asks.

“Street Glide.”

“It’s different from the others I’ve seen. How many do you
have?”

She’s sitting on the back of my bike, trailing her fingers
across the saddle. I can’t help but think how perfect she looks sitting there.

“About a dozen.”

“All Harleys?”

“No. I got a few sport bikes—Kawasaki, Ducati, Suzuki.”

“Yeah, that’s all French to me.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll teach you everything I know.”

“I wanna learn how to ride.”

“Slide down. I’ll show you the basics.”

She squeals excitedly and scoots down, placing her hands on
the handle bars. I explain the gauges and show her how to start it. I glance up
and Lonnie is staring at us with a scowl. Razor told me about their little
conversation, so I know she’s pissed. Raven touches my arm to get my attention.

“Gage?”

“Gimme a sec. I’m gonna go talk to your sister.”

Lonnie’s expression changes as I approach. She bites her lip
and stares up at me hopefully. I pull her aside to get a little privacy.

“I know you’re wondering what’s going on, so it’s best to
just be straight with you. I like your sister.”

“What do you mean you
like
her?”

“I want her.”

“But… she’s just a child!”

“She’ll be eighteen in a few days. I’m not looking for your
blessing or for you to be okay with it. I just need you to know it’s
happening.”

“Are you claiming her?”

Her bottom lip trembles and tears well in her eyes.
Shit.

“Look… don’t blame her. For a long time, she blew me off
because she knew you were into me. I pursued her.”

“You said you didn’t want an old lady.”

“I didn’t.”

“But now you do. I waited… I waited all this time for you….”

Waited? What the fuck?
“What do you mean?”

“When I got here… you were the first. I thought… The others
I did because I thought that’s what you wanted. You were supposed to come back
for me.”

What the fuck is she talking about?
I didn’t ask or
force her to become a Hound. And if she thought I was going to claim her, why
would I want her to fuck the whole town? She’s already crying, though, so I
really can’t say that to her.

“I’m sorry if I said or did anything to lead you on, but you
need to stop. Even if it wasn’t Raven, it would be someone else. Not you.”

“Gage… please….”

“I’m sorry, Lonnie.”

I walk away and signal the guys to get moving. Raven looks
up at me with a worried frown when I get back to her.

“Everything okay?” she asks.

“Yeah. We’re good.”

“You sure? She’s not going to kill me in my sleep, is she?”

“You think she’d hurt you?”

“I’m just kidding.” She smiles, but it doesn’t hide her
concern. She’s worried about this causing trouble between her and Lonnie. “I’m
with you every night anyways.”

“True,” I agree.

We leave the gas station behind and ride for another hour
before we arrive at the venue. The blood pumps faster through my veins. This is
my kind of scene. Bikes and bikers as far as the eye can see. Before Raven, I
would have added in the bitches, but I can’t seem to see anyone but her these
days. Ron and Chrissy walk over to us and I watch the two girls together. It’s
strange. They’ve only known each other for a few months, but they seem more
like sisters than Raven and Lonnie do. But then I notice something else.
Shit.

“Girls, listen. You’re not wearing cuts, so don’t stray far.
Stick to one of the brothers at all times.”

“Cuts?” Raven asks.

I point to Marlowe and Renae who are standing together a few
feet away. They’re Crow and Motor’s old ladies, so they’re wearing their
patches. Raven and Chrissy just nod and turn back to each other. I don’t need any
trouble. No cuts mean they’re not claimed and to other MCs, that makes them
fair game.

“Waben!”

She turns around and her face lights up when she sees little
Mikey running toward her.

“Come here, jit!”

She picks him up and spins him around. He laughs and when
they stop spinning, he wraps his arms around her neck. I watch the two girls
play with him until Ellen draws my attention.

“She’s great with him,” she says.

“He likes her.”

“She’ll be a good mother.”

I raise a brow at her. “If that’s some kind of hint, don’t
even bother. You know where I stand on that matter.”

“Mm-hmm… we’ll see.”

Aunt Nita walks up on my left. “She’s pretty, I’ll give you
that.”

Pretty? She’s fucking beautiful.
Raven walks over
with a gorgeous smile and a seemingly love-struck Mikey.

“Hey, Ellen.”

They kiss each other’s cheeks and Mikey grins at me.

“Hi, Unca.”

“Hey, Mikey. I see you found your friend.”

“Yes! I like Waben.”

“Aww. I like you, too, Mikey.”

She turns to Nita with a big smile. “Hi, Miss Nita. Good to
see you.”

“You, too, my dear. Based on what my nephew here has told
me, you can call me Aunt Nita.”

Raven’s eyes widen and her smile gets bigger. “Really?” she
asks.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“Okay.
Aunt
Nita.” She giggles.

I listen to the four women talk, about nothing really, and
the world around me disappears. The three women in my life getting along… it’s
a great sight.

***Raven***

Oh. My. God. I love Aunt Nita! She has absolutely no filter.
If you don’t like what she says, too bad for you. I want to be just like her
when I grow up. Not only that, but she basically accepted me into her family.
She has no idea how much that means to me since I have no family of my own. At
this point, Lonnie doesn’t count.

I spend most of the day with the women, but Gage and Ron
stick close by. I’ve seen more bikes than I have in my entire life and heard
more classic rock than I care to. It’s been fun, though. We’ve eaten a ton of
junk and taken a million pictures with bikes.

On our way out, members from some other MCs converge on the
Dealers, so Chrissy and I get separated from them. They’re all shaking hands,
talking, and laughing, so we amuse ourselves. The DJ plays Maroon 5’s “Animals”
and we start to dance. A few men gather around us, watching with undisguised
interest as we move and glide our fingers over each other’s bodies. Two of them
approach us, their expressions looking like they’ve taken the words of the
song’s chorus literally. They’re both wearing cuts bearing the name Black
Snakes.

“Hey, baby. Who you here with?” the older one says. He
smiles, exposing his many gold teeth.

“The Death Dealers,” I answer.

They both look behind them and then the younger one looks us
over, licking his lips.

“You owned?” Lip Licker asks.

Owned? What the fuck is he talking about?
“Um… no.”

Their smiles get wider.

“What do you say we all go somewhere and party?” Lip Licker
jerks his head to the left.

“No, thanks. We’re good,” Chrissy says, linking her hand
with mine.

“We can make you a whole lot better,” Gold Teeth says.

“She said we’re good. Back off,” I seethe.

They lose the smiles and step toward us menacingly. Then I
hear the booming voice of God.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

No, not God, but a savior all the same. My knight in shining
leather—Gage.

Gold Teeth looks him up and down and sneers. The crowd
disperses until we’re left with Dealers on one side and Snakes on the other.
Gage stands in front, commander of his army. Dr. E and Razor are at his sides,
and Ron looks like he’s barely holding himself back.

“Two o’ yours, huh?” Gold Teeth takes the lead on his side.

“Yes, they’re mine
and
off-limits.”

“They ain’t wearing cuts.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Matters to us. What’s to stop us from taking what we want?”

Gage’s jaw twitches. These guys don’t know who they’re
messing with. I grip Chrissy’s hand tightly.

“I’ll put a bullet in your brain so fast you’d be dead
before you even tried to touch ’em.”

Tensions rise and everyone’s trigger finger seems to be
itching. The Snakes’ president steps forward and places a hand on Goldie’s
shoulder.

“Cool it, Ram.”

Ram/Goldie sniggers at Gage and takes a reluctant step back.
His president approaches Gage.

“It’s all good, Hunter. Just a misunderstanding. The Dealers
and the Snakes are good.”

Gage jerks his head at us, then shakes the other president’s
hand. We move to his side and he places his arms around our shoulders. That
sends a pretty clear message, and all the Snakes stand down.

“See you around, Ace,” Gage says to the Snakes’ president.

When we get back to the bikes, he stares down at us sternly.

“How could two little girls cause such big trouble? That
could have turned out very differently.”

“They’re too hot for their own good,” Ron chimes in as he
sidles up next to Chrissy. He drags her away and leaves me with Reaper.

“They started it. We were just minding our own business.”

“I know. We need to find a way to let the world know you’re
mine.”

“Any ideas?”

“A few.”

He reaches into the neck of his hoodie and pulls his
necklace with the “12 Gage” pendant from around his neck. He places it around
mine, fingering the pendant where it rests between my breasts.

“That’s a start,” he says.

I beam up at him, knowing this is big for him. He’s backing
up his words with actions. Soon, everyone will know I’m his. All I need now is
my very own cut. I know it’s going to take a while for him to get there, but at
least he’s moving in that direction.

“Let’s go. I need to get you alone.”

“I second that, Miss Alvarez.”

We stop at the same gas station on the way home and then we
all go straight to the clubhouse. Chopper is on the grill and there are some
women busy setting up for the guys’ return. Right away, Chopper comes over to
me and wraps me up in a bear hug. I return his embrace, giggling as he squeezes
tighter.

“How you doin’, lil darlin’?”

“Great. It’s good to see you.”

He looks between me and Gage with a big grin. “Looks like
I’ll be seein’ a lot of you around here.”

“You keep making those burgers and you will.”

He kisses my cheek and pats his son on the back. “I’m
fittin’ to do that right now. You two run along. I’ll send someone over with
some grub for you.”

“Thanks, Chopper.”

Gage takes me to his room and I push him down on the bed and
straddle his hips. “I had fun today.”

“See? And you didn’t want to come with me.”

I pull down the zipper on his hoodie and slide my hands
under his black T-shirt. His stomach muscles jump and he grabs my hips.

“Oh, I want to come with you. You won’t let me.”

He flips over and stretches out on top of me, a smirk on his
sexy lips.

“Just a few more days, babe. Then I’m going to chain you to
my bed for a week.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yep. You’ll get food and bathroom breaks, of course, but
trust
I will be inside that pussy every other minute of the day.”

I quiver beneath him, sinking my nails into his back as he
kisses my neck. “You’re so crude.”

“Yeah… but I believe we already established that you love my
dirty mouth.”

“I love what your dirty mouth does to my body.”

“Just wait, baby doll. There are so many things I’m going to
do to you with my mouth.”

He sucks at the base of my neck, swirling his tongue on my
skin.
That’s definitely leaving a mark.
His hand travels down my body
and grips my thigh, raising it up so he settles between my legs. I throw my
head back, giving him better access to my neck.

“Gage….”

“I love the way you say my name.”

“Gage, Gage, Gage.”

He chuckles and covers my lips with his. I moan into his
mouth and wrap my arms around his neck.

“I love kissing you, too. Sweetest lips I ever tasted.”

“And I bet you’ve tasted a lot.”

He stares down at me with furrowed brows. “Actually, before
you, I hadn’t kissed anyone in a long time.”

This is interesting.
“How come?”

“I’m surrounded by easy women. I can cover my dick, not my
mouth. The Hounds… I pretty much know where their mouths have been.”

“That first night, you didn’t know where mine had been.”

“True… but I had a feeling about you. I couldn’t let you get
away.”

“Now I feel special.”

“You should. You are.”

Now I really
do
feel special. I bask in the adoration
in his eyes and pull him down to me. He kisses me softly then climbs off the
bed.

“We should get back out there,” he says.

“You go ahead. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay.”

I use the bathroom and wash my hands and face. My hair is a
mess.
Doesn’t this man own a comb or brush?
I finally find a brush
tucked away under the sink and run it through my hair. I trail my fingers over
the red spot on my neck with a smile. I can’t wait to see my breasts covered
with his hickeys. I pull his chain from under my wife beater and smile giddily
at my reflection. I’m his. I belong to him. Never in a million years would I
have thought I would happily refer to myself as a man’s property. But I am. He
owns
me. It’s scary to feel this way, to feel so strongly about a man who isn’t
interested in love. Yes, he may have changed his mind about the relationship
aspect, but what about the rest? What kind of relationship will we have without
love? I don’t know, but I want him. We’ll see where it goes from here.

I leave the room, close the door, and freeze as I see Lonnie
waiting for me. She scowls, clenching her fists at her side. I watch her and
wait, my resting bitch face firmly in place.

“I should kick your ass for what you’ve done,” she snarls.

“I haven’t done anything. It’s not my fault you’re a slut.”

“Says the slut leaving his bedroom.”

“
I’m
still a virgin. Unlike you, I don’t need to
spread my legs to keep a man’s attention.”

“Bitch!”

She steps toward me, but I don’t budge. I’m done taking her
shit. “Go ahead. What do you think Gage will do when I tell him? When he sees
the bruises?”

She pauses, uncertainty blanketing her features.

“You saw Mr. Glenn, right?” Her eyes widen in realization
and she steps back. “We’ve never really gotten along, but I didn’t know you
hated me that much. He was going to
rape
me, and you set it up.” At
least she has the decency to look away in shame. “If Gage hadn’t been there
that night….”

I shake my head and take a step in her direction. Her eyes
drop to my chest and Gage’s pendant and she takes another step back in shock.
“In a few days, Daddy’s lawyer will be here with the papers for me to sign.
After that, we’ll be nothing but strangers. I no longer have a sister.” I push
past her, but her next words stop me.

“I never did.”

I turn around slowly, my emotions flittering between hurt
and anger. The look on her face tells me she’s serious. These are not fighting
words. This is how she feels, how she’s always felt.

“What have I ever done to you, Lonnie? Why do you hate me so
much?”

“I don’t know why Papa was so in love with your
gringa
puta
of a mother. All she did was spit you out and run back to her
bougie parents.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Before you,
I
was Papa’s princess. Then you came
along, and I didn’t matter anymore.”

“That’s not true.”

“How would you know?” she asks, folding her arms under her
breasts. “You were too busy being Daddy’s little girl to notice how he treated
me.”

That does it. She can bash me all she likes, but there’s no
way I’m going to let her talk shit about Daddy. To say she was a problem child
would be putting it mildly. Before she left there was a rumor going around that
she was hooking on 8th Street. Now I see it could have totally been true. At
some point, Daddy just gave up when he realized he couldn’t reach her.

“That’s a fucking lie. Daddy loved us both. You’re the one
who was a constant bitch, who did nothing but disappoint him at every turn. If
he treated you differently, you have no one to blame but yourself.”

“I blame you!” she shouts. “You always take everything away
from me.”

“What have I taken from you?”

“Even in death, Papa chose you, leaving you almost
everything. Now, you come here and you steal Gage from me.”

“You’re delusional. Gage was never yours.”

Her eyes begin to tear up and I almost feel sorry for her.
Almost. I can’t believe all her hatred toward me is based on jealousy.

“It was only a matter of time before he realized how much I
love him.”

“How was he going to do that when you’ve been fucking
everything with two legs?”

She blinks away the tears and moves closer, getting in my
face.

“Gage is a man. A man with the appetite of a hundred men. A
little girl like you won’t know what to do with him. He’ll realize that soon enough
and send you back to the playground where you belong.”

“And you think he’s going to come running to you? Even if
that happens, he’ll
never
want you. Get that through your thick skull.
Grow up and get a clue while you’re at it. I may be younger, but you’re the one
behaving like an errant child. I’m only going to say this once—
stay
away
from me
.”

I spin on my heels and leave the clubhouse, searching the
crowd for Gage. Allah has set up his equipment outside and is in his element. I
spot Gage sitting on a table next to Dr. E, but there’s some half-naked, blonde
trick standing between his legs. She’s pushing her tits in his face and running
her fingers down his chest.
Fuck that. I need to set some boundaries here.
This shit is not happening in my presence.
Gage smirks at me as he watches
my approach. He wants to see how I’ll handle it. I tap the bitch on her
shoulder and she turns to me, her smile fading.

“Excuse me. You’re in my spot.”

I motion for her to run along, and she looks between me and
Gage in confusion.

“Are you… Is she serious?”

“You heard her. Move, bitch,” Gage tells her.

There’s an uproar of “Oh!” from the men closest to us and
she staggers back in shock. I don’t know how it got to Allah so quickly, but he
starts to play Ludacris’ “Move Bitch.” I lean against him and he wraps his arms
around me. Everyone is staring at us. As Lonnie walks out of the clubhouse, I
decide to take it a bit further. These hoes need to get the message—he’s mine.
I turn around, snake my arms around his neck, and pull him down for a kiss.

Suck on that, bitches.