RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC (28 page)

She’s sitting across from me at the restaurant, and I can’t
help but stare. She’s fucking beautiful and she’s mine. I don’t need to hide it
anymore. I can shout it from every rooftop. Touching her last night made me
lose my fucking senses. I swear I was stark-raving mad the entire time, not in
control of my mind. It took everything in me not to bury myself balls-deep in
her tight, wet pussy. Having those gorgeous tits in my face every morning is a
sight I’m looking forward to.

“What are you thinking about?” she breaks into my thoughts.

“You. Your perfect tits and pussy.”

Her eyes widen, hunger burning in them.

“Why don’t you stop thinking and do something about it?”

“I will. Later.”

I glance up at the waitress when she arrives and hands us
our menus.

“Hi, Gage,” she says, a shy smile on her lips.

I know her. I know I fucked her, just can’t remember her name.
I think Raven’s realized what’s going on because she’s looking down at her
menu, trying to hide a smile.

“Hey,” I glance at her name tag, “Judy.”

“Been a while,” she replies.

“I guess.” I shrug in disinterest, hoping she’ll get the
message, and turn back to Raven. “You know what you want, babe?”

“Yeah. Blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and a hot
chocolate.”

“I’ll have the same but with coffee. Black.”

Judy looks between us in confusion then takes our menus. I
know she’s trying to figure out the relationship between me and Raven.

“I’ll be right back with your orders.”

As soon as she’s out of earshot, Raven grins at me.

“You totally fucked her, didn’t you? Poor girl has stars in
her eyes, and I bet you didn’t even remember her name.”

“I can’t help it if women throw themselves at me.”

“You just catch ’em and throw ’em back, huh?”

“Don’t worry. I’m holding on to you, baby doll.”

She slides out of the booth and back in next to me, meeting
my stare.

“Don’t let go,” she whispers.

“Not for nothing.”

I curl my arm around her shoulder as she places her head on
my chest. She’s mine. There’s no way I’m giving her up. She lies there quietly
for a long time before I feel her fingers sliding up my thigh to find my dick
through my jeans.

“What would you do if I crawled under the table and sucked
you off until you came in my mouth?”

Her soft whisper clutches my dick and pulls it to attention.
Fuck.
She squeezes it, and I swallow a groan. Thankfully, Judy shows up
with our food. Raven giggles as I take off my hoodie and lay it on my lap. As
soon as Judy leaves, she snakes her hand under the hoodie and grasps me again.
I look around nervously but no one’s paying attention to us. I shift in my
seat, sliding down so she has better access. My little multi-tasker. She feeds
herself with one hand while the other is pulling my dick out of my jeans.
Fuck!

“Deena was right about one thing.
Mon
-
ster
.”

She swipes her finger on the head, spreading my pre-cum
around. I drag in a breath through my teeth. She releases me and stares into my
eyes as she sucks the fluid from her finger.

“Jesus.”

She smiles and her hand disappears under my hoodie again. I
try to concentrate on my food, but her fingers are driving me crazy. She
squeezes tight and pumps her fist up and down while, with her free hand, she
pours syrup on her pancakes. Up and down with little twisting motions. My fork
falls from my fingers.
Shit.
I take a quick look around. Everyone’s
still oblivious.

She shoots me a wicked grin as she fondles my balls. “How’s
your breakfast?”

“Good.”
Is that high-pitched voice me? Shit.
I clear
my throat and try again. “Good.”

“Oh? You’ve barely touched it.”

She picks up a strip of bacon from my plate and offers it to
me. When I bite into it, she squeezes the base of my dick and licks her lips.
“Tonight, I want to see those lips wrapped around my dick.”

She smirks and pumps faster, turning back to her breakfast.

“That can definitely be arranged.”

My balls tighten. My heart is beating a wild, crazy rhythm,
and all the blood in my body is rushing to my dick.

“Raven.”

My voice is a warning, but she ignores me. She tightens her
hold on me, and I imagine it’s her tight pussy gripping me. Fuck, I’m going to
come so hard. I grab some napkins from the table to catch it. Judy chooses now
to come back and check on us.

“Everything okay?”

“Yup. We’re great, thanks,” Raven replies with cool
confidence.

“Gage?” Judy regards me with furrowed brows.

Raven does that twisting thing again and I lose it. I cover
the head of my dick with the napkins and grunt. “Yeah. Fine.”

“You sure?”

“
We’re
fine
.”

The harshness in my voice surprises her and she leaves. The
moment she does, I allow myself to shudder and enjoy one hell of an orgasm.
Raven releases me and places her hand on the table. I tuck my dick away and
stick the napkins in my pocket.

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“Oh, you didn’t know? I’m a bad, bad girl,” she says with a
smirk.

“You’re gonna pay for that later.”

“I’m counting on it.”

Perfect. She’s fucking perfect.
I remove the small,
gift-wrapped box from the inner pocket of my cut and place it on the table
before her.

“How many more of these you got?”

“Open it.”

She sighs and rips the paper from the blue, velvet box.
After a nervous glance my way, she flips the lid. She gasps, her eyes widening
in surprise.

“Gage… they’re beautiful!”

She trails her fingers across the five pairs of diamond
studs. One for each of her piercings, each pair a different size.

“Wear one tonight. Please.”

She nods and wraps her arms around me as she presses her
lips to mine. I hold her against me, loving the way her body feels.

“Tonight… I want you to fuck me wearing nothing but these
earrings and my necklace.”

My erection springs back to life.
Fuck.
“That, I can
definitely do.”

Her eyes sparkle with mischief and she slides a finger
lightly down my neck.

“You know, I’ve been thinking of getting my nipple pierced…
or maybe my clit.”

My dick jumps, thinking about playing with those rings with
my tongue. Then a thought occurs to me. “And who the fuck’s going to do that?”

“Um… places that do piercings. Duh.”

“You let some fucker even look at your tits or your pussy,
and he’s dead.”

She throws her head back laughing then gently pats my chest.

“Calm down, Reaper. I was kidding.”

“I wasn’t.”

If she thinks I’m going to let some random motherfucker look
at her, let alone touch her, she’s insane. I’d rather learn to do that shit
myself.

We finish our breakfast and I leave Judy a big tip for
snapping at her and not remembering her name. She wrote her number on the
receipt, but I toss it once we’re outside. I forget about her the minute Raven
climbs on the back of my bike and slides her arms around me. I take her to the
salon to have her hair and nails done while I take care of some business.

“Ellen’s gonna pick you up. She’ll take care of your outfit
issues.”

“Okay. Where will you be?”

“I have some stuff to take care of, and I have to pick up
your gift.”

“There’s more? You’ve already given me so much.”

“Not enough.”

“No. It is. You’ve put so much thought into it. Each one
shows you’ve been paying attention. I thought you were going to give me
lingerie or something.”

She smiles and tugs on my cut.

“That shit just gets in the way. As a matter of fact, I
don’t even want you wearing panties after today.”

“
Now
who’s the sex fiend?”

“You ain’t seen nothin’, babe.”

“Seriously, though… I don’t need anything else.”

“Nothing I give you will ever measure up to what you’re
giving me. I’m the one getting the real gift. The greatest gift on Earth.”

“Oh, Gage….”

I kiss her luscious lips and groan at the loss when she
pulls away.

“See you later, babe.”

I call Ellen and make sure she knows the plan then head out
to get her real gift. Gunner grins when I walk into his shop. The MC’s been
doing business with him for years. Anything you want, Gunner can source it for
you. He also handles any custom jobs we need done.

“Look at this handsome motherfucker,” he says to the woman
at the counter.

She turns toward me and studies every inch of me. When she
finally meets my eyes, she gives me that come-fuck-me look I know all too well.
There’s only one pussy on my mind right now, and I get to be all up in it
tonight. I wink at her and extend my hand to Gunner.

“You got what I asked for?”

“Of course.” He grins at me, shaking my hand.

He pulls a box from under the counter and lays it on the
top. I open it, and its contents makes happiness surge through my body.

“Well?”

“It’s exactly what I wanted. Thanks, Gunner.”

“No problem, my friend. Anytime.”

I leave the shop whistling. I’ve been looking forward to
this day for so long. I can’t believe it’s finally here. It’s not even noon
yet. Why does the time seem to go so slowly when you need it to go fast? I stop
by the Kitty and check in with Aunt Nita then head to Scythe to see how Ellen
and the preparations are getting along. It looks nothing like my club. She put
in additional lighting, so it’s not so dark. She really took this princess
theme and ran with it. It looks like Prince Charming’s castle in here. Or at
least what I think it looks like. The main dance floor has been turned into a
ballroom, all the decorations in blue and white.

“What do you think?” she says as she bounds up to me.

“What did you do to my club?”

“Nothing that can’t be undone. Well?”

“It looks good. I think she’ll like it.”

I spot Chrissy, Toni, Ron, and Allah hanging balloons on one
side, and a few of the other guys running around. I hang around for a while,
watching things fall into place. I wonder if Ellen would consider going into
event planning. She’s pretty good at this. We leave at the same time and decide
to meet up at my place. I get a haircut and shave and head home to get ready. I
call Raven, but she doesn’t answer. She’s probably just doing the same. I try a
few more times, but still nothing. I leave a voicemail and send her a text.
When Ellen shows up, she says Raven was getting in the shower when she left.
She should have gotten out a long time ago. I have a bad feeling. She never
takes this long to get back to me.

“Stop worrying. She’s fine.”

She’s already dressed and is fussing with my stupid tie. My
phone is at my ear and I’m impatiently waiting for Raven to answer.

“Then why isn’t she answering?”

I call Ron and talk to Chrissy. Neither she nor Toni has
spoken to Raven in hours. She says they’re leaving the club and heading to
Raven’s house, so she’ll have her call me. I hang up and shove Ellen’s hands
away. I pull on the knot, giving myself room to breathe. I call again. Nothing.

“Raven, pick up the fucking phone. Call me back.”

“Gage, calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down! This isn’t like her.”

“I just left her a few hours ago. You don’t know how women
are. We take forever to get ready.”

“Not Raven.” I sit on the bed, tapping my foot until I can’t
take it anymore. “Fuck this shit. I’m going over there.” My phone rings and I
think
finally
. But it’s not her. “Ron?”

“Prez….”

I don’t like the sound of his voice. My heart thumps in my
chest and a million bad thoughts run through my mind. “What is it?” I demand.

“I….”

“Fuck! Spit it out.”

“Just… you need to get to St. Johns Hospital.
Now
.”

Fear.

It’s a hell of a thing. I’ve seen it in people’s eyes when
they see me in full biker gear; in the eyes of countless men as they stared
down the barrel of my gun. I’ve never experienced it, though, not until today,
but I’m getting a fucking quick lesson. Heart-rending, soul-crushing,
mind-altering fear. I’m scared shitless that I could lose my baby doll.

I rush to the hospital’s entrance, not really knowing how I
made it here. The only sound I hear is the deafening pounding of my heart. I
can’t even tell if it’s beating too fast or too slow. My hands shake as I push
the door and step inside. I fucking hate hospitals. The smell, the people
scurrying about, the anxiety and fear of people waiting around. The injured.
And Raven is one of them.
Please, God, please let her be okay
.

Ron jumps out of his seat when he sees me. Toni and Chrissy
are next to him, crying and hugging each other. Chris is on the opposite side.

“What the fuck happened?” I growl.

“I don’t know, Prez. They were putting her in the ambulance
when we got there. Neighbor heard her screaming and called the cops.”

“Screaming?”

The room spins. My world tilts on its axis.
She was
screaming. Someone was hurting her and I wasn’t there.
I feel like I’m
having a panic attack. I can’t breathe. I lean against the wall and run my
hands through my hair. “The doctors… Have you heard anything?”

“No. But I called Einstein. He should be here any minute.”

I need to know something now. I march over to the nurse’s
station, and the woman there gives me a weak smile.

“Raven Alvarez… Can you tell me anything about what’s going
on?”

“Are you family?”

“Does it matter?”

“I can’t give out any information unless you’re related to
the patient.”

“Look… please. I just need to know if she’s okay.”

She gives me a sympathetic stare and directs me back to the
waiting area.

“I’ll see what I can find out.”

“Thank you.” I take the seat next to Ron and drop my head
into my hands. “Find Lonnie,” I instruct him.

She’s the only one they’ll talk to. I need to know she’s
okay. I need to know what happened. I need to know who hurt her. I need to kill
him. I look up and Chris is staring at me. The message in his eyes is clear—this
is my fault. Maybe it is. It could be anyone. This could have been payback for
something I’ve done. What have they done to her? How badly is she hurt? How
long did she suffer before the cops arrived? God… did she cry out for me? Beg
for me to save her? I wasn’t there.
I wasn’t there
.

I jump from the chair and pace the hall.
What the fuck is
taking so long? I should have heard something by now.

“No-go on the Lonnie situation, boss,” Ron says. “No one’s
seen her in days, and she’s not answering her phone.”

“Keep trying. Talk to what’s her name… Gina… Super Head.
Raven said she and Lonnie are friends.”

“Got it.”

Finally, I see E heading my way. He stops at the end of the
hallway and motions for me to follow him. He leads me to his office and closes
the door quietly.

“What’s going on, E?”

“You should sit down.”

I don’t like the look in his eyes. He’s struggling, having a
hard time with whatever he’s about to tell me. I don’t even know how to prepare
myself. “Just tell me.”

He takes a deep breath and perches on his desk.

“Raven was attacked… assaulted.”

“How bad is she hurt?”

“Gage….”

“Talk to me, damn it!”

Tears gather in his eyes, and I struggle to find something
to hold me up. E doesn’t cry.
Raven… my baby doll….

“I’m sorry, Gage.”