RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC (52 page)

***Raven***

All mine.
My fingers are twitching and I shiver at
the electricity crackling in my veins. For every step I take toward her, she
takes two backward, shuffling against the wall.

“What’s the matter? Not so brave now without your goons? Or
is it because I’m not tied up?”

“Wha… what are you going to do to me?” she stammers.

“I thought about doing the same thing you did to me… then I
thought it would probably be a little tickle for you.”

Gage leans on the wall, blocking her. She glances nervously
between the two of us, no doubt trying to figure out which direction the attack
will come from. She lingers on Gage just a bit too long, so I use the
opportunity to grab her and drag her away from the wall. She stumbles but
regains her balance and spins to face me. All these months of pounding on that
bag has been preparing me for this moment. I don’t need to visualize a face
now; I have the real thing in front of me.

“Get her, babe.”

The first punch knocks her off-balance. I didn’t put too
much power behind it, though; I want to play a bit. She screams and holds her
cheek, staring at me in shock. I land one to her stomach, then an uppercut when
she doubles over. She falls to the floor, making no attempt to get up, so I
kick her leg.

“Get up, bitch.”

“Please… please….”

“Please, what?” I shout as I plant my foot in her stomach.
“Did I beg? Did I ask you to stop?”

I straddle her and let loose on her face. I feel her teeth
digging into my fists, but it’s worth it. By the time Gage pulls me off her,
all I can see of her face is blood. I’m reminded of that night with Mr. Glenn
when I had to stop Gage from killing him. He won’t stop me, though. As soon as
he releases me, I grab his Glock out of his waist, rack the slide, and put a
bullet between her eyes.

I collapse against him when he moves behind me and takes the
gun from my fingers. It’s over. It’s finally over. I turn in his arms and press
my face to his chest. He strokes my hair and kisses the top of my head.

“It’s okay, Raven. I got you.”

He walks me out of the room and back upstairs, where the
other guys are waiting. Crow taps Ron and Booker and they follow him
downstairs, no doubt to clean up my mess. The woman I just murdered. I killed
someone and I feel… nothing. No remorse. Yes, it was payback, but shouldn’t I
feel
something
?

“Let’s go home,” Gage whispers.

I nod and climb on the back of his bike. When we get back to
the clubhouse, I head straight to the bathroom and clean up my knuckles. Gage
walks in as I’m finishing up and backs me up against the sink.

“When did you get so badass?”

“I learned from the best,” I answer, sliding my arms around
his neck. “Thank you, Gage. You saved me. Again. How did you find me anyway?”

He takes my wrist, fingering the blue bead on my bracelet.
“GPS tracker.”

What the hell?
He put a tracker in my bracelet? A
part of me wants to be angry but then, if he hadn’t, who knows what would have
happened to me?

“You’re like my personal Superman.”

He slides his fingers through my hair with one hand, while
the other strokes my cheek. The way he’s looking at me… it’s different somehow.
It’s softer, no base, animalistic hunger. It’s… the way I’ve wanted him to look
at me, like I’m the most precious thing in his life.

“And you’re my Kryptonite.”

Leaning in, he presses his lips to mine, moaning when I part
them. The hand in my hair slides down my cheek, shoulder, and sternum to
massage my breast. He doesn’t linger. Popping the button on my shorts, he slips
his hand inside and beneath my panties. As he finds my clit, I moan into his
mouth. Pretty soon, clothes start flying everywhere. He breaks away just long
enough to turn the shower on and pull me inside. After positioning me under the
spray of the shower, he watches as the water runs down my body. I lick my lips
as he grabs his hard dick and starts stroking. He steps closer, sliding his
dick between my lips then pressing it down on my clit.

“Gage….”

He moves faster, circling my clit with the head of his dick.
I grab his shoulders, barely able to keep standing.

“Please. I need you.”

Wrapping one arm around my waist, he lifts me off the floor.
As soon as he slides inside me, I wrap my legs around him. I clench my muscles,
nestling my face between his neck and shoulder. He groans, digging his fingers
into my hips.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“Why?”

I pull back, meeting his confused stare with one of my own.
“Why not? You’re Prince Charming.”

“Ellen told me once I could be your Prince Charming. I
haven’t been and I’ll never be.”

“You’ve been looking out for me basically since the day we
met. You were there for me when I had no one else… helped me through the most
difficult period in my life so far. You’re everything I could ever want. No,
you don’t subscribe to the fairy tale version. That doesn’t mean you aren’t
someone’s interpretation of him. Every woman has her own ideas of who or what
he is for her. You… you’re mine. You’re
my
Prince Charming.”

He grabs the back of my head and smashes my lips into his. I
begin to move, sliding up and down on his erection.

“Fuck, Raven!” He slams the side of his fist into the wall.

I move faster, bouncing on his dick, taking my pleasure from
him. He relinquishes control, staring into my eyes as our slick bodies slide
against each other. My breathing is ragged and my heart is thumping in my
chest, ready to burst free. That’s when I make the decision. It may be
impetuous, but I don’t care.

“Do it, Gage. Put a baby in me.”

I feel a deep and unbreakable bond between us, stronger than
anything I’ve ever felt before. I guess murder will do that. He not only
facilitated it but watched, and cleaned up after me. He called me Lady Reaper
before it happened but I lived up to the name. Now, I’m truly his.

Gage grits his teeth, turns around so his back is to the
shower, and slides his hand up my back to grasp my neck. Grabbing my hip with
one hand, the other pulls me back by my neck so I’m horizontal. His other hand
snakes around my waist, keeping me in place.

“Hang on tight, doll.”

I get a better grip on his hips then he starts to move. His
hand on my neck slides to the front, gently squeezing. The closer I get to my
orgasm, the tighter his hold on my neck becomes. He’s thrusting into me at the
right speed, the right angle, hitting the right spot. I feel my orgasm creeping
up and clamp down on him. He speeds up, squeezing my neck harder as my pussy
begins to spasm.

“Gage!”

 
¡Dios mio!
I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm
this intense. He slowly releases his hold, grinding against me. Before I stop
shaking, he goes deep and I feel him pulsating inside me. He pulls me back up,
pressing me into the wall, his breathing heavy. I cradle his face, kissing his
forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, and finally his lips. He nips my bottom lip
then lets me down, smacking my ass.

By the time we finish our shower, I hear music coming from
the bar. The guys are back. Gage gets dressed before I do and heads out there.
When I join the party, Fetty Wap’s “Trap Queen” is playing. Chrissy is already
here and dancing in the middle of the room. Gage is in a corner, pointing
something out on a sheet of paper to a man I’ve never seen before. Leaving him
to his business, I head over to Chrissy. After a while, Ron approaches, wedging
himself between us. Chrissy grinds on him from the front, me from the back. Not
too long after, a hand slides around my waist and drags me away. I smile up at
Gage and start grinding on him instead.

“Who was that?” I ask.

“Joe. My tattoo guy.”

“You’re getting a new tattoo?”

“Yeah.”

He makes some kind of hand signal and Dr. E approaches with
the blue gift box from the closet, handing it to Gage.

“This is for you.”

“It’s been in the closet for months. You’re telling me it
was mine all along?”

“Open it,” he urges.

I sit on the couch and pull the ribbon off then flip the
lid. After pushing back the tissue paper, I’m met with leather. I slap my hand
over my mouth in shock and snap my gaze to Gage. All I can see are the rockers
and the club logo, but it says “Property of Reaper.” I snatch it out of the box
and jump to my feet with a scream. It’s a cut. A property cut. For
me
.
He takes it and helps me into it as his brothers cheer and whistle. I think I
hear Chrissy scream, too.

“You want me to be your old lady? You’re claiming me?”

“You’ve always been my old lady, Raven. You claimed me the
moment I met you.”

He catches me as I jump into his arms, raining down kisses on
his face. He laughs, squeezing me tightly.

“How long have you had this?” I can’t believe he’s had me
suffering all this time when all he had to do was pull the box out of the
closet.

“It was supposed to be your birthday present. I’ve just been
waiting for the right time to give it to you.”

“The tattoo guy… is he going to put me on your back?” I ask
eagerly.

“He’s going to put
us
on my back. The last picture
you drew of us.”

“You’re using one of my drawings?”

“Yeah.” He shrugs.

“Then I want it, too. I want your ink.”

“Sure thing, babe.”

Aunt Nita, Chopper, and Ellen show up out of nowhere and hug
me one by one.

“Now you’re truly one of us,” Ellen whispers in my ear.

Gage makes another hand signal. Allah stops the music, grabs
the mic, and announces, “This one is for our prez and his first lady.”

When Stevie Ray Vaughan’s “Pride and Joy” comes on, Gage
takes my hand, twirls me around, then tugs me into his arms. I stare up at him
in utter shock.

“I thought you didn’t dance?”

“Didn’t say I couldn’t.”

I’m in absolute Heaven as he dances me around the room. How
has he hidden this from me for so long? We could have been dancing up a storm!
As the song winds down, he pulls me close and stares into my eyes. Allah
launches into another song—“#Beautiful” by Mariah Carey and Miguel. I have to
blink and shake my head to make sure I’m seeing right, because Gage begins to
mouth Miguel’s verse to me. He swipes a tear from my cheek and I realize I’m
crying. This is way more than his usual brand of sweet. I don’t know if I can
handle this level.

“I need to tell you something.”

“What?” I ask, wondering if my heart can take anything else
tonight.

“I love you.”

“What?” I exclaim.
Did he just say what I think he said?

“You heard me. I love you, Raven Selena Alvarez.”

That’s it. I’m done. Down for the count. He loves me. Not
only that, but he
said
it.

“Why?” I ask, even after hearing the three words I’ve longed
for. He said he doesn’t know what love is. What’s changed?

“Why not? You’re Princess Charming,” he smirks.

“Be serious.”

He chuckles as I smack him on the chest but it’s
short-lived. The mirth disappears from his face and he cups my cheek, stroking
it with his thumb.

“Because… you fit. You dove into my life head first, into a
world you knew nothing about. You accepted me. All of me. No judgment. You
just…” he shakes his head in disbelief. “Loved me. Even when I thought I didn’t
know what love was. You’ve opened my eyes to a future I never thought possible…
and I can’t wait to share it with you.”

“Oh, Gage…” I sniffle, trying to hold back my tears.
Impossible, I know, but I think I just fell a little more in love with him. I
definitely hope I see more of this side of him. He leans in and kisses my lips
gently, before his hand slithers across my thigh and squeezes my mound through
my jeans.

“Your tight pussy didn’t hurt either,” he whispers.

Yeah. There’s the Gage I know
. Giggling, I wrap my
arms around his neck, and pull him down so his forehead rests on mine.

“Gage Harley Hunter… I love you, too.”

***Raven***

“Are you pregnant yet?”

I roll my eyes, and Ellen snickers. “No, Chopper. Not since
you asked yesterday.”

His brows furrow in concern. “Maybe we should get you two
checked out, see if everything’s okay.”

“Jesus, Pop,” Gage grumbles as he walks into the bar. “Give
us a break.”

He drops down next to me on the couch and snatches Mikey off
my lap.

“It’s been three months,” Chopper persists. “I knocked up
your mother in the first month.”

“Everyone’s different,” I explain. “It’s just taking a
little longer for us.”

Ellen removes herself from the situation, going to sit next
to Dr. E at the bar.
Traitor
.

“I still say you should get checked out. How often have you
been having sex?”

“
¡
Dios!
”

“Pop.” Gage gives him a warning glare, but he doesn’t back
down.

“I need some more grandbabies. Make it happen, boy.”

After issuing that order, he takes Mikey and leaves us
alone. Gage sighs and curls his arm around my shoulder.

“Still love me?”

“More than ever,” I answer.

“Even with my crazy-ass family?”

“I love them, too.”

He takes my hand, pulls something from his pocket and begins
fiddling with my charm bracelet. When he’s done, I see he’s added a new charm—a
heart.

“Love you, babe.”

He’s still not comfortable saying it, but he shows me every
day by doing small things like this. It only makes me fall impossibly deeper in
love with him. “I love you, too.”

He leans in and trails his nose along my neck. A shiver runs
down my spine and I seriously want to drag him back to his room, even though we
made love before we came here. We moved into the house two months ago and have
definitely been utilizing the sex room, despite what Chopper thinks. I have to
say, my life has been pretty awesome. I’ve enrolled in an online art program
and it’s going great. Lonnie moved back to Miami and we exchange texts every
now and again. Our relationship isn’t mended but we’re working on it. Things
with Laurelyn are much better, too. I still think about Deena, what she did to
me… what
I
did to
her
. I still don’t regret it but that doesn’t
mean it hasn’t affected me. Gage is an immense help in that regard. I mean, he
is
the Grim Reaper.

Ace was pissed beyond words about his guys. Even without my
testimony, we had the surveillance video from the mall so that pacified him a
bit. Gage handed over the men’s bodies to him and they ended up making some
kind of business deal he won’t tell me about. I’d bet the Dealers are getting
the better end of it though.

“Do you
have
to go to Miami?” Gage grumbles.

“I promised Dani I would.”

“Have them come here. The house is big enough.”

He slides his hand up my leg, making me giggle as he licks
my neck. “It’s just a week, fiend. You’ll survive.”

“No, I won’t.”

He blows in my ear as his hand moves farther up my leg, and
I lose it. I grab his hand and drag him to the bedroom.

“Now who’s the fiend?” he teases.

“Shut up. The only thing I want to hear from you right now
is how good I taste.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckles.

I throw the door open and freeze in my tracks. The room is
covered in rose petals, candles flickering on every surface.
What the fuck?
I step inside, looking around in shocked curiosity.

“What’s going—?”

I turn around and the sight before me makes me forget the
rest of what I was going to ask. Gage is on one knee, presenting me with a
diamond ring glistening from a jewelry box. I begin to hyperventilate, pressing
my hand to my sternum.

“Marry me,” he says simply. No speech, no professions of
love, not even a question, really.

I approach him carefully, watching as he removes the ring
from the box. He takes my hand, slips it on, and smiles up at me.

“Well? Aren’t you going to say anything?”

“You want me to marry you?”

The sarcastic asshole looks around the room then back to me
with a raised brow. I smack his hand away as he stands, but he tugs me into his
arms.

“I already claimed you. You’re mine, and I plan on spending
the rest of my life with you. I know this kind of stuff is important to you, so
yeah, I want to marry you. Be my wife, Raven.”

“Oh, Gage. I love you so much.”

“Love you, too, baby doll. Now,” he smirks. “You gonna be my
permanent Hound or not?”

I try to smack him upside the head but he grabs my hand and
kisses my knuckles. Sometimes, I wonder why I love this man, but I do… with my
heart and soul.

“Say yes, babe.”

“Yes. I’ll marry you… fuck boy.”

I slip from his grasp, laughing as I back away. He grins,
stalking toward me.

“I told you what I would do if you ever called me that
again,” he warns me.

I shriek, giggling as he lunges at me. Before I know what’s
happening, he’s on the bed and I’m lying across his lap. He lifts my skirt and
I moan as his palm connects with my ass.

“I was counting on it.”