Ravage Me (Ravage MC)

by Michele, Ryan

  Sitting up, I grabbed her legs and spun her around on the bed. Her laugh was beautiful. “What are you doing?” she asked, still trying to catch her breath.

  “Any damn thing I want.” My lips collided with hers, tasting myself, my dick instantly became hard again as she began rocking her hips back and forth on my dick. Rolling on top of her, I grabbed her arms, pinning them above her head. Her immediate surrender made me smile. My girl was perfect.

  Sliding my dick inside of her, I loved how tight and wet she was for me every damn time. Using one arm to keep hers pressed down, the other came to her knee lifting it high to her chest. I wanted her as deep as I could get her. If I could climb inside of her, I sure as hell would. Thrust after thrust, I felt her pulsating beneath me as her body arched off of the bed. Harder and harder I pounded, claiming this woman again and again as mine. As she screamed my name, I came with a roar, sweat pouring off my body. Falling on top of Princess, I crushed her into the bed with my weight, but she didn’t complain.

  As I released her arms, she wrapped them tightly around my body, brushing her hand up and down my back. “I love you,” she said quietly.

  “Me too.” My words were muffled by the blankets, and exhaustion seeped through my body. With the last bit of energy, I rolled off of her, pulling her back to my front, falling fast asleep.

  “She knows,” were the words that I uttered during our discussion of Princess and the plot to get her back in jail during church.

  “What do you mean she knows?” Diamond accused.

  “I didn’t fucking tell her. She’s smart. She put two and two together last night. Said she thinks the drugs were put there to get her sent back to jail.” In no way did I want the brothers thinking I said a word to Princess. I love her, but I gave my word to keep club business separate.

  “Damn,” uttered Pops. “I should have known she’d catch on quick.” He rubbed his hand over his head. “What’d you tell her?”

  “All I said was ‘could be.’ I didn’t say shit.” I began strumming my fingers on the table.

  “We’re not confirming it to her. She obviously knows what’s going on, so we don’t need to.” I nodded my head to Diamond.

  “Next order of business is Danny.” We all knew what he had done, so there was no reason to relive it. “All in favor of removing his patch…”

  The entire table voted yes. “Pass. We’ll have the issue with his back ink. It’ll need to be removed. He’ll have one week to do it on his own.” Diamond’s gavel slammed down. I knew in the back of my mind; Dagger would be more than likely the one removing it in about eight days, either by fire or knives.

  Diamond nodded to Pops as he spoke. “Mindy’s not getting anywhere with Babs. I say we cut her loose and keep tracking her phone.”

  The vote went down as a yes. There was no reason to keep this bitch around Princess any more than possible. And if she wasn’t giving us information, she was of no use to us.

  “The intel from Deara this time wasn’t anything. But the note inside said they’d work on it. So we wait on that.”

  Our heads nodded.

  “The drop.” Diamond cut looking at Dagger since he was the one who set it up.

  “Yeah, Boss. I don’t know what the fuck happened. Talked to Ransom, he didn’t know shit but wants in on the retaliation. Three of his guys were killed.”

  “Any idea who the fuck started this shit? Like we don’t have e-fucking-nuf going on as is.” Diamond said running his hands through this hair.

  “No.” G.T. chimed in. “Buzz did a track on the phone and got nothing. It was a pre-pay, and we got nothing from the guy there.”

  “Shit,” Diamond clipped. “We need on this now. 200k to take you guys out… some shits going down.”

  “We’re on it.” Rhys said at his side. “We’ll find out what the fucks going on.”

  Diamond nodded then cut through, “Next… Studio X. Princess brought in Stella and Moxie last night. They’re hooked on blow and selling it at X.” All eyes shot to Diamond. “Stella’s not talking. Moxie is.” Diamond replayed Moxie’s words. The entire room muttered, “Shit.”

  “I’ve got ‘em locked up for now. We’re thinking this is Babs’s way of getting Princess back in and for longer.”

  Speaking up for the first time, I said, “I think we should let Princess persuade her.”

  Diamond nodded. “Agree. Those in favor.” Everyone said yes. “Cruz you’re with her when she goes in, and don’t let it get too far.”

  “Anyone else here realize that most of church has revolved around Princess?” Zed cut in.

  “So?” I asked.

  “Maybe you need to keep a tighter leash on her,” he accused me as I clutched my hands turning my knuckles white. But I didn’t need to say anything as Pops did it for me.

  “You know damn well that this isn’t Princess’s fault. She hasn’t done shit to warrant it, except get out of prison.”

  The tension became thick in the room, and Diamond could feel it, too. “Enough. She did nothing wrong.” He slammed the gavel dismissing us.

  “I need you to come with me,” I said to Princess, as she was playing with Cooper at the table when we came out of church. She looked up and smiled.

  “Ma. Can you watch Coop, please?” she asked as she stood up. “I’ll be right back, Buddy.” Her lips touched the top of Coop’s head as her hand rubbed the top of his hair.

  Leading her down the hall, I said, “I need you to go in and make Stella talk.”

  Her eyes grew wide with the recognition of what I just asked of her, as she nodded her head. “She’s not talking to Diamond and Pops?”

  “No. We need your help.”

  “Not a problem.” Walking her to the door, I unlocked and opened it to find Stella pacing the room and Moxie lying on the bed.

  I knocked Moxie’s thigh to get her attention. “Up. Let’s go.” Moxie rolled groggily, but did as she was told. “Tug, come watch her.”

  “Got it,” he said as he took Moxie from the room, as I shut the door. Grabbing a chair, I placed it in front of the door and sat in it, blocking the exit.

  “What is this?” Stella asked.

  Princess smiled and looked towards me. I nodded the ‘go ahead.’ I loved that she asked for permission. It literally made my dick hard.

  “Sit,” Princess barked and pointed at the bed.

  “I think I’ll stand,” Princess smiled. She was in her element. With a roundhouse kick, she knocked Stella down; she hit the floor, hard. Stella sat there stunned for a moment.

  “Guess now you’ll be sitting on the floor.” Princess laughed.

  “What the fuck is this?” Stella barked, not showing any fear what so ever. Princess must have heard it, too, because the first few punches had Stella grabbing her face and chest as she groaned.

  “First, you don’t get to ask questions. I do. Second, you knew not to bring blow into my studio especially to sell it. It pisses me off.” Princess picked Stella up off the floor, placing her in a chair exactly like the one I was sitting in. She then began walking around it like a tiger stalking her prey. It was fucking hot.

  Stella’s breathing began to pick up as the sweat on her brow began to form. Princess’s hand slapped hard across Stella’s cheek, causing her head to snap to the side.

  “Now tell me why you started using.” Stella looked at me as I crossed my arms over my chest letting her know I wouldn’t be doing shit to stop Princess. This was her show.

  Blowing out a deep breath, the blood from her lip was trickling down her face. “My man left said he couldn’t handle his girl stripping in front of other men. He was pissed about the private dances, so he left.”

  “That’s all that started it?”

  “That and money being tight.”

  “How did you come across Rabbit and his crew?” I couldn’t help but feel pride in my girl. She was damn good at this.

  When Stella didn’t answer, Princess punched her in the jaw hard enough to hear bone
crack. Stella yelled out in pain as Princess began walking around her again. Stella didn’t move from the chair, but grabbed her jaw holding it. “Answer!” Princess yelled.

  “It wasn’t him at first. It was someone named Turbo from his crew. He came on to me at the studio. I went to a hotel with him that night. He offered the blow; I did it, and then couldn’t stop.” Stella hung her head.

  Princess grabbed her hair, pulling Stella’s eyes up to hers. “Then what?”

  “Same as Moxie. Started running up a tab. I was fucking the crew to pay; then Rabbit said I had to bring in cash, or he’d kill me.”

  “Keep going.” Princess pulled on her hair, then released it, standing in front of her with her arms crossed, pushing up those beautiful tits of hers.

  “I didn’t sell to the girls, only a few of the regular guys. One of Rabbit’s crew came to collect the cash and give me more blow. I would do some and sell the rest.”

  “You ever meet anyone else in the crew.”

  “Yeah, I fucked six of the guys and saw some of the women hanging around.”

  “You ever fuck Rabbit?” The bitch stared at Princess.

  “Fuck no. That bitch he has would have gutted me.” Smiling, I was so damn proud of my girl.

  “Tell me about this bitch.” When she didn’t talk, Princess held up her hand to strike.

  “Stop, I’ll tell ya.” Princess backed off and listened. “Her name was Babs. She seemed to be running the show over there, more than the men. I didn’t think that’s how MCs worked.” Fuck no, that’s not how they worked. What the hell?

  “She never hit me, but ordered the guys to do it. She threatened to have Rabbit and his crew rape and kill me. She told me that if I didn’t start bringing more clients to the studio and selling more, I’d be done.”

  “So you did what she said?”

  “The bitch was going to have the guys kill me, and I knew she wasn’t shitting. Her eyes were dead and cold. There was no emotion in them what-so-ever.”

  “Babs say anything else?”

  Stella began sobbing, no doubt from the pain Princess’s fists were leaving. “She asked about you. Wanted to know exact dates when you were getting out. I didn’t want to tell her, but she had one of the guys put a gun to my head. I didn’t have a choice.”

  “What all did you tell her?” Princess asked as she stepped closer to her.

  “I only told her the date you were getting out. That was all I knew.”

  “When are you supposed to meet for the next exchange?” Princess asked, seeming unfazed.

  “Tomorrow. 7 p.m. at the studio.”

  “Who are you meeting, and how much cash is expected?”

  “I never know who’s gonna be there. Could be a crew member or Rabbit. Fifteen hundred.”

  “You’re selling fifteen hundred dollars of blow in my studio a week?” Princess’s anger rose. She grabbed Stella, pulling her to stand up. Then she attacked. Blow after blow, she pounded this woman into the ground. When Stella fell to her knees, Princess was seething.

  “That’s enough,” I barked out. Princess looked at me and nodded, walking over to stand beside me.

  “Wh… at’s gonna happen to me?” Stella asked.

  “We’ll let you know.” Wrapping my arm around Princess, I led her out the door. “Tug, put the other one in, give her a first aid kit and lock ‘em up.” Tug nodded as he got to work.

  I walked Princess to my room, locking the door behind us. “I need to use the bathroom.” Her voice was very distant.

  “You okay?”

  She gave me a small grin. “Yeah. I’m gonna take a shower.” She turned, shutting the door behind her.

  Leaving the room, I went and told Diamond and Pops everything that Stella said. They were in agreement that we should set these men up tomorrow night, and we decided we’d talk about it at the next church.

  Coming back to the room, I found Princess curled up under the blankets, her back facing the door. Her body was shuddering making me think she was crying. Stripping my clothes off, I crawled into bed beside her. She instantly wrapped her naked body around mine, clinging to me for dear life.

  As I rubbed her back, she began to relax into me. “Talk to me,” I said softly.

  “I don’t get it. How the hell can she be so pissed off at me that she wants to destroy me? Something’s missing. I need that puzzle piece, and I have no clue how the hell to get it.”

  “I’m not sure, Baby, but we’ll figure it out.”

  “I need you,” she whispered into my chest, her warm breath grazing me.

  “I’m right here, Baby.” Princess opened her legs as I slid my dick deep inside of her. This wasn’t some quick fuck. This was slow and sensual as I rocked my hips in and out of her. Wiping the tears from her face, I leaned down, kissing her lips. As we came together, she wrapped her arms around me tight, pressing my body into hers.

  After rolling off to the side, I stared down at Princess as I propped up on my elbow. “You know, I love you.” My other hand brushed the hairs that lined her beautiful face.

  “I know. I love you, too.” Her smile was the most beautiful thing on this planet. I loved being the one to put it on her face.

  “I need to ask you something.” She nodded. “You my ol’ lady?”

  Her smiled widened, “Yeah, Baby. I am.” I kissed her hard.

  “Good, I have something for you.”

  Watching Cruz’s fine ass walk across the room, my body hummed. I loved this man. I loved his loyalty. I loved his honor with the club. I loved how he was such a wonderful dad. I loved how he loved me.

  Cruz opened the top drawer of his dresser, pulling out a black leather rag. My heart began pounding in my chest, and it felt hard to breathe. This was it. The one thing I said I’d never do, and now it’s the one thing that I want more than anything.

  As he walked back to the bed, I sat up, letting the sheet fall down exposing myself to him. “I had this made for you. Been waiting for you to say it, and since you did, I want you to wear it.”

  I tried to hold back the tears, but my vision was becoming blurry. In my world, this was the same as a wedding proposal. This was everything. Cruz held up the vest turning it around to the back. I couldn’t stop the tear that rolled down my cheek as I quickly batted it away.

  The back had the top rocker with Ravage written on it, and below that was a large patch that said ‘Property of Cruz.’ I knew that once I put this rag on; I would need to keep myself in order, not letting any of my actions reflect badly on Cruz. I’d been doing my best this last week, but now best wasn’t good enough. I’d need to do better.

  Looking up into Cruz’s eyes, I felt the love pouring out of them. “I’d love to,” I said quietly.

  “Turn around, Baby.” As I did, I felt the cool leather touch the skin on my back sending tingles throughout my body. Moving my arm out, he placed the rag up one arm and then the other, wrapping it around my body like a glove. “Stand up. Let me see.”

  Moving off the bed, I stood in front of him naked, except for the rag, as I slowly turned around giving him a wonderful view of every part of me. “Damn, Baby,” he growled, turning my insides to liquid.

  Cruz didn’t give me time to think as he grabbed my ass, hoisting me up in the air, my legs instinctively wrapping around him. Cruz slipped one arm and then the other underneath my knees opening me up to him. As his dick slid inside, he began pumping into me like a piston of an engine as it revved up. Before I could get my bearings, I came hard, but Cruz wasn’t done. His hips continued pushing as I set off again.

  I felt my grasp on his neck beginning to break, so I clutched him much tighter. Over and over, he kept sending me into oblivion. When he released inside of me, I held onto him for dear life, never wanting to let this man go.

  My entire body was like Jell-O as he laid me down on the bed. I didn’t think I’d be able to move again. Cruz looked down at me lying on my back with his vest on my body. I could feel the pride coming off of him, and
I knew I’d never want to disappoint him. I couldn’t. Yawning, my eyes began to droop. “Baby, take a nap, and then me and you are going for a ride.”

  I nodded as I curled into a ball, falling into a fast, sated sleep.

  Walking into the main part of the clubhouse, I felt like all eyes were on me, well… because they were. Cruz had his arm wrapped around my shoulders leading me through. When the whistles and hollers began, I felt the blush creep into my cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from happiness. No one at that moment could wipe the smile plastered across my face off.

  “Let’s see!” Zed’s ol’ lady, Legs, came up to me grinning. As I turned slowly, the noises behind me got louder. “It’s beautiful, girl. I’m so happy for you.”

  Turning back around, I wrapped Legs in my arms, hugging her tightly. “Thank you.” Legs got her name because she’s barely five foot tall, a short little thing. That’s how names work around here. Names come about depending on the person. You’re short we name you, Legs. You laugh a lot and are the life of the party; they name you Bubbles.

  She pulled away. “We’re going to Bimbo’s tonight. You guys wanna come?” I stood there shocked. I’d never been invited out with them before. Being the club’s kid, I didn’t do those things. Parties, yes, but actually going out with the brothers and sisters? That was new… and thrilling.

  “I need to talk to Cruz first.” She smiled knowingly. Bubbles, Becs’ ol’ lady, and Flash, Dagger’s ol’ lady, came up and hugged me, as well. All of these women I’ve known most of my life, but this was different. It was a different kind of hug. This was a sister’s hug.

  “Of course. We’re going around eight.” Nodding, I walked over to Cruz. He smiled down at me, wrapping his arm around me as he pulled me tight into his chest, and he kissed me on the top of my head.

  “They invited us to Bimbo’s tonight if you want to go,” I said into his chest smelling the leather and smoke.