Cleo's Rage (Devil's Riot MC Book 4)

by E. C. Land

  As I walk past the living room, I spot the flowers she told me about. Looking at them, I see right away why she’d think they were from me. It looks like a batch I’d get her. Purple is Cleo’s favorite color, it’s why she keeps her hair lavender. I smile as a memory hits me, the first time I spoke to her, I’d called her Lave and it stuck. She’d screwed up her face asking me why I kept calling her that. I’d simply lifted a hand to her hair and said, ‘Your hair, babe, it’s purple and you smell like lavender’. The smile she’d given me was priceless. It was the beginning of the two of us and I’ll be damned if someone is gonna fuck that up for the two of us now by taking something as special as purple flowers away from her. Those are for me to give her and no one else.

  Picking the vase up, I go to the back door, unlocking it and head for the trash can. Dumping the vase, I turn on my heels and head back in, still feeling eyes on me. My gut is twisting, letting me know something isn’t right. Reaching in my pocket, I pull out my phone and send a text to Ace, one of the prospects, ordering him and Shadow to be lookouts for the night. My head isn’t on straight, otherwise, I’d be out hunting the tree line for whoever is out there. At his reply, I lock all the doors and head to bed. Maybe tomorrow after church, I’ll talk to Gadget about a security system being put in here. Should’ve done it sooner.

  Stripping out of my clothes, I climb into bed, pulling my woman against me. At the sound of her whimpering in her sleep, I run my hand through her hair soothingly until she calms back down.

  Damn, tonight’s gonna be a long as fuck night.

  22

  Cleo

  Laughter fills my ears as I look around the field full of lavender flowers. I smile, taking off running after the giggling little boy. “Momma, you can’t get me,” the little boy yells out over his shoulder.

  “Oh, I’ll catch you, you little booger.” Laughing, I sprint to catch him right before he falls. “See, baby, I told you I’d catch you, I’ll always catch you.” I kiss his forehead. He looks so much like his daddy.

  “I know you will, Mommy, and I’ll always be right here in your heart. But Mommy, it’s time to be all the way happy. I don’t know what that means but be happy with Daddy. Take care of my baby sister and brothers, let them know I’m with them too,” he whispers placing a hand on my cheek.

  “Reagan, I could never forget you. You’re my precious little boy, my little king,” I say giving him an Eskimo kiss.

  “I love you, Mommy. Will you tell Daddy I love him too for me?”

  “Yeah baby, I’ll tell him, he loves you so much.”

  “I know he does. I have to go now, Mommy, no more crying and remember, take care of my brothers and sister. They need you to be strong for them. Just like you were for me.”

  A single tear rolls down my cheek as he vanishes from my sight.

  Opening my eyes, I blink at the sunlight streaming into the bedroom. Peace falls over me as I vividly remember the words. Words of which I know my little boy will always be in my heart as well as Rage’s. God, he would have been the most beautiful baby we could’ve asked for. Hair and eyes just like his daddy’s with my dimples, the perfect combination. What did he mean though, take care of his baby sister and brothers? Does it mean I’m ready to talk to a doctor and see if, by a miracle, I can carry a child? Or if I’d need a surrogate. At which point, would I feel okay with someone else carrying my child, feeling everything I wanted to feel.

  “What are you thinking so deeply about over there?” Rage whispers pulling me deeper into his embrace.

  “About the dream I was just having,” I murmur.

  “Oh yeah, what was it about?”

  “You’re gonna think it’s crazy.”

  “Babe, I don’t think anything you could say would be crazy unless it was dancing monkeys and flying pigs,” he says, giving me a squeeze.

  Wanting to see his face as I tell him about our beautiful little boy in my dream, I turn in his arms. “Okay, so don’t laugh but I had this most beautiful dream filled with the sweet sounds of a little boy’s laughter,” I start, keeping my gaze on his, seeing his eyes soften. I go on to tell him all about my dream. Of the little boy who looked so much like him with his. And how he’d said to tell his daddy he loved him. Tears stream down my face as I finish by telling him he told me we needed to take care of his little sister and brothers. Eerie as it is, my dream seemed to ease some of the hurt and pain in my heart.

  After what feels like hours of silence between us while Rage runs his fingers up and down my back gently, he finally breaks it. “That’s a beautiful dream, Lave. There’s nothing wrong with dreaming about our boy. He’s a part of you and I both, and we’ll never forget him. Why don’t we pick a name for him and have Burner draw something up to honor him?”

  “I’d like that,” I whisper, running my fingers along his chest. “But I should tell you in my dream I called him Reagan.”

  “Reagan,” he repeats smiling. “I love it, baby. It’s perfect for him.”

  “Do you think you’d be okay with it if I made an appointment to find out what our options are for having kids?” I ask quietly.

  “Lavender, baby, I love you and when you’re ready to talk to a doctor, I’ll be right there with you. Just remember one thing for me.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Whether it’s meant to be or not, I’ll always be right here,” he says, placing his hand against my heart as he leans in gently kissing me.

  “And the same with you, Travis, I love you so much,” I murmur against his lips.

  “I love you too, baby, but just so you know, after I fuck you like I want to, you and I are gonna have a word about you keeping shit from me,” Rage says right before slamming his mouth onto mine and sliding his tongue inside, mingling with my own.

  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him passionately. Rage pulls back long enough to rip my shirt over my head. Usually, I don’t go to bed with anything on, liking the feel of his skin against mine. But I didn’t get to remove them last night due to passing out in the truck on the way home.

  Rage’s mouth finds my lips once more, giving me a demanding kiss before moving down and kissing along my throat then down further, lifting my bra up over my breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth. Moaning, my back arches at the way he lavishes one nipple then the other.

  “Fuck, Lave, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of these beauties,” Rage says huskily as he moves further down my body, removing the rest of my clothes as he goes. Soon as he has my bottoms removed, he throws my legs over his shoulders and blows a breath against my pussy. I can’t help but wiggle trying to get him to do more. I need more. His touch is mesmerizing.

  Glancing down, I find him staring up my body. The moment our eyes meet, he latches onto my clit, sending bolts of lightning up my spine. Oh, shit, that’s fuckin’ unbelievable, the sensation is one I’ve never experienced in my life. Not even with him. He continues profusely attacking my clit while sliding a finger into my pussy, finding my spot, immediately sending me over the edge.

  “Travis,” I scream out coming harder than I could imagine. My body is still twitching as he kisses his way back up my body. Lining himself up, he barely thrust inside me, teasing me with the head of his dick. I groan when he pulls back.

  “What do you need, baby?” he asks his voice strained.

  “I need you inside me,” I whimper as he repeats his motions repeatedly.

  “I am inside you,” he says.

  “I mean all the way inside me. I need you all the way, Travis, please,” I say close to begging. This is pure torture to have him tease with thrusting only the head in my pussy. It should be a crime.

  “Are you going to keep shit hidden from me again?” His voice is firm.

  “No, I didn’t mean to. I’d planned to tell you last night when you got home,” I cry out, frustrated he’s using sex against me. Damn him!

  “You should have told me the moment this shit started. I don’t give a damn if it
’s a fuckin’ paper cut you get. You tell me. No one fuckin’ hurts you, ever. I told you, you’re mine and I will always protect you,” he says through clenched teeth right before plowing deep inside me. “Fuck, baby, you’re nice and tight for me. Like always,” he moans, thrusting in and out of me in controlled movements. “Damn beautiful seeing you this way, you light up like a fucking ball of fire for me.”

  Unable to think of a coherent thought, I reach for him, pulling him in, giving him a kiss I hope shows all I mean to say. Words and I have never mixed well together, showing him with my body is way easier. And that’s what I do— kissing him deeply while running my fingers along his back, scratching him in the process.

  It’s like time stops and before I know it, I’m screaming out his name as I come, clenching his dick. He follows behind me seconds later, groaning, keeping his dick seated deep inside my pussy.

  Putting his forehead against mine, Rage kisses me lightly before rolling to his side. It takes both of us several minutes to be able to calm our breathing down.

  “Damn, baby, your pussy is gonna snap my dick in half one of these days with how tight it squeezes me,” he says jokingly.

  “Shut up about my pussy doing something like that,” I giggle, slapping at his chest.

  “It’s the truth, woman, best damn pussy in the world,” he grins gaining an eye roll from me.

  “In all seriousness, Cleo, next time shit happens, whether it’s big or small, you tell me immediately. Got me?” he orders.

  “Yeah, Travis, I’ll tell you. Does this mean you’re not pissed at me?”

  “Oh, I’m pissed, baby, but not at you. I’ll admit I was last night but laying here last night holding you, I came to realize a few things, one being you didn’t tell me at first because you thought I was too busy to deal with something like this. Which I’ll tell you one more time to reiterate my point, when it comes to you, I’ll jump through fire to do what I gotta do to keep you safe. Even if the club is dealing with shit.”

  “What is the club dealing with? And before you say club business, you know I’m not gonna say shit.”

  “Cleo, as much as I want to talk about this shit with you, I don’t want you knowing unless I absolutely need to.”

  “Will you at least tell me something?” I push.

  Sighing, he rolls to his back, taking me with him. “This is the only thing and I mean the only fuckin’ thing I’m gonna tell you and I don’t want you asking me questions about it,” he says, his gaze serious. Nodding, I wait for him to tell me. “The Dragons Fire MC has started a war with us. They want to use the docks we use to transport their shit. We’re not having it. We don’t approve of what those fuckers do and before you ask, no I won’t tell you what that is. Just know, we got this shit.”

  “Okay, thank you,” I say leaning in and kissing him once more. “Now, how about we get up and I’ll make us breakfast.”

  “Sounds good to me. Then I gotta get to the clubhouse and you’re coming with me this time,” he says, swatting my ass.

  Squealing, I jump up off the bed, grabbing his shirt from yesterday and head to make us some breakfast to start the day.

  23

  Rage

  We finally make it to the clubhouse after I have Cleo again for breakfast, feasting on her with whipped cream, and damn if she wasn’t delicious. Then taking her in the shower before we left the house. Watching her walk, I grin seeing her have the slightest waddle.

  Needing to get to church, I sit her at the bar. “Alright, babe, gotta get to church. Stay in here and don’t get into any trouble,” I tell her leaning in and kissing her.

  “Alright, I guess I’ll pull up one of my books on my phone and read,” she says, digging in her purse to get her phone.

  I raise one of my brows. “You reading one of them trashy romance novels?” I ask, having read some of the shit she reads.

  “I wouldn’t say Elizabeth Knox writes trashy romance books,” she says, placing her hand on her hip.

  “Whatever you say, babe,” I smirk, seeing the sass come out. Cleo can become defensive over the authors she reads. I learned firsthand when I commented on a scene I read over her shoulder in one book she’d been reading about some dick and dildo action going on.

  “I mean, it’s MC romance, for God’s sake and they’re completely the shit. I mean hello, how am I gonna learn how to be a full-blown biker chick if I don’t read up on alpha dog MC guys and the women in these books,” she throws at me.

  “Alpha dog MC guys? Seriously, Lave, you think this of your man?” Laughing, I joke at her reasoning.

  “No, I think of you as my hot ol’ man, who gives me amazing, mind blowin’ orgasms,” she says, laughing.

  “That sounds better, now, be good and don’t go anywhere. Got me?”

  “Promise. I don’t have anywhere to be anyway,” she says, leaning forward to kiss me. Needing more, I take her mouth with a demanding kiss. Pulling her closer, Cleo moans into my mouth when she feels what she does to me.

  “Get a fuckin’ room,” Burner yells out from the hallway entrance.

  “Fuck you, Burner,” I throw back at him. “Alright, babe, be good,” I kiss her once more before pulling away. Shaking my head when I look down seeing my dick pressed against my jeans. “Damn, babe, if only I had time to take you to my room and fuck you right now. Instead, I’m gonna have to deal with blue balls until I can get back in that tight pussy of yours,” I mutter.

  “I’ll take good care of you later for dealing with blue balls,” she promises as I turn to leave her in the main room as I head to church.

  “Alright, brothers, let’s finish what we started discussing yesterday. Then we’ll discuss this other shitstorm happenin’ around us,” Twister says, banging the gavel on the table. “Gadget, you were saying something about Ratchet and the Diaz Cartel yesterday?”

  “Yeah, so as I was saying, I’ve been keeping my eyes on the Dragons Fire MC, mainly Ratchet and his VP, along with Miguel Diaz from the cartel using a back door into their main computer systems which isn’t hard to do because in all honesty, they’re both dumb as fuck with this shit. How I wasn’t able to find the shit with Izzy sooner kills me. But anyway, back to what I was saying, Miguel has asked Ratchet to take on a contract with them in finding women for the Diaz Cartel to sell. They’re trying to grow their business again after the slaughter Rage and Burner did on them. I’m gonna go ahead and throw this out there, Miguel may end up attempting to get some retribution on you two. According to one message I’ve read, they talk about you two and Miguel not being happy he lost so many men. There’s also talk of them wanting to take down the Alcazar Cartel. They end up going after them, we will be in an all-out war with not only another MC but with two cartels,” Gadget informs all of us.

  “This is a complete cluster fuck,” Hades growls out. “What the fuck are we supposed to do? We got shipments coming in for orders the other charters need picked up. We don’t have time for a four-sided war.”

  “What we should do is contact the Alcazar Cartel and show them proof of what’s goin’ on. Show them we’re not in this bullshit. They have their shit coming in from the gulf side of Florida, it’d cost them too much to use our docks here and they have more sense than to fuck with the Russians over the docks we use,” Dragon advises us and damn if he doesn’t have a valid point.

  “Dragons right,” I state the obvious. “If we can get information to the head of the Alcazar Cartel, it might distract the Dragons Fire MC and Diaz Cartel for the time being while we keep an eye on all of them. Who knows, maybe they will take each other out?”

  “What if they still come at us? We need a game plan for a shitstorm to hit us,” Burner says, eyeing me.

  “Whether it works or not, I’ll go ahead and put this out there, I’m goin’ hunting. That motherfucker went into hiding once and got away from Burner and I. Ain’t happenin’ again. Janie deserves to rest in peace and until that fucker is dead, it can’t happen,” I declare not voicing the rest of t
he plan forming in my head. I know my brothers would have my back anytime, but I intend to finish this the way we started it— with Burner watching my back as I go in and slice the motherfucker’s throat and shove his dick through the opening.

  Silence fills the room as my brothers take in my words.

  “Rage, I know you want to finish what you started and I won’t hold you back, neither will I hold Burner back. You’re right, Janie deserves to rest in peace. But I’m tellin’ you right fuckin’ now, you two aren’t goin’ rogue this time. We will have your back,” Twister says sternly, looking between Burner and myself.

  Knowing better than to argue with him, I nod my head in agreement.

  “Alright, so do we all agree on contacting the Alcazar Cartel in regards to what the fuck is going on here?” Twister asks the room.

  Ayes fill the room.

  “Good. Gadget, I want you to work your magic and find who we need to send this shit to or contact. Now, on to what the fuck happened yesterday; those notes Rage’s ol’ lady received can’t go ignored.”

  Curses fill the room at the mention of the notes to Cleo.

  “Not to intrude on Cleo’s privacy, and I’ll start this by saying I didn’t look at the messages between you two or the ones with the other ol’ ladies, which by the way, you four need to put a lockdown on what those women talk about. Seriously weird reading shit about y’alls dicks and how you use them. Especially Horse and his super sperm dick,” Gadget says, causing everyone in the room to laugh, several of the guys throw jokes. Clearing his throat Gadget continues. “I found an unknown number with several messages, all the same staying she needed to leave town. One states everything was better without her. Then the last one she received states leave or else.” Gadget stops speaking, brows furrowed “Fuck, Rage you’re about to flip your shit but before I tell you all someone text Ace, tell him to take Cleo’s phone from her. She just received another message.”