RAGE: President & First Lady Of The Death Dealers MC

by Alana Sapphire

  “Gage! Stop… that’s enough!”

  He doesn’t hear me. I watch with increasing fear as he pulls his Glock out of the back of his jeans. Holy shit. I run over and grab his shoulder. He turns to me like someone emerging from a trance.

  “It’s over. He’s done.”

  He looks down at the man beaten to a pulp, then back to me.

  “Are you hurt?”

  “I’m fine. Let’s just get out of here before someone calls the cops.”

  He gives Glenn’s leg a kick and wraps a bandana around his bloody knuckles. Once we’re in the car, he takes a deep breath and looks over at me.

  “You sure you’re okay?”

  “I’m fine. He didn’t… get to do anything.”

  He slams his palm down on the steering wheel and growls like an angry bear. “Fuck! I’m gonna kill the son of a bitch!”

  “No! Don’t. He was drunk and….”

  Under the impression that I had agreed to it. I know Lonnie has her thing with me about Gage, but this just proves she really hates me. She was pimping me out for some rent money. First thing in the morning, I’m calling Dad’s lawyer. I need to get some shit sorted out ASAP.

  “Just leave him be. I’m sure he won’t be a problem anymore.”

  He turns to me with an incredulous stare, brows furrowed. “Leave him be? It’s nothing for me to end him. I can do it and be back in thirty seconds.”

  “Gage, please… don’t.”

  “Fuck that shit.”

  He reaches for the car door but I grab his arm. I can’t let him go back in there. I can’t handle another death on my conscience. “Please, don’t do this. Please. I’m sure he’s learned his lesson. Just leave it alone.”

  “You think some fucker’s going to put his hands on my woman and live to talk about it?”

  “Will you just do this for me?” I plead.

  “Fine,” he says reluctantly. “But I’ll have Razor pay him a visit tomorrow. He needs to know to keep his mouth shut.”

  “He won’t touch him, right?”

  “No.”

  “Good. I… wait a minute… did you say…?” Hold up… rewind. Did he just call me his woman? “I’m your woman?”

  Like a deflating balloon, I watch the anger drain out of him.

  “You will be. Once you hurry up and turn eighteen.”

  “Your woman… like… your girlfriend?” I definitely need clarification here. This is the man who said he doesn’t do relationships.

  “Woman, girlfriend… whatever you want to call it. You’re mine.”

  “Oh, Gage….”

  I want to kiss him so badly right now. I want to throw my arms around him, squeeze him tightly, and kiss his lips off his face. “Hurry up.”

  “What?”

  “Hurry… up. When we get to the house, I’m going to crawl all over you.”

  “Shit.”

  ***Gage***

  I make it to the house in record time. She can’t stay still. If I wasn’t driving, she probably would have jumped into my lap. We run up the stairs and I push her down onto the bed. When I throw off my cut, she wrinkles her nose at me.

  “There’s blood on your shirt.”

  I toss it in the hamper and head to the bathroom to clean my throbbing hand. I’m still trying to get the blood off when she walks in. She’s changed into one of my T-shirts and looks good enough to eat.

  “Let me see.” She turns off the water and takes my hand. “Hmm… you have a first-aid kit?”

  “Under the sink.”

  She fetches it and hops onto the counter. I watch her as she soaks cotton in peroxide and cleans my knuckles. I can’t believe her. She was almost raped, yet she’s concerned about my hand.

  “You’ll live,” she states matter-of-factly.

  “You’re amazing.”

  “What did I do? Not that I don’t totally agree.”

  I step between her legs and pick her up. She wraps her arms and legs around me, pressing her lips to mine as I carry her to the bed. She plants quick little kisses all over my face then starts to suck on my neck. A shiver runs up my spine. I can’t remember the last time a woman had that effect on me. I climb onto the bed and she moans as my hard dick presses against her pussy. She parts her lips the moment I touch them and slides her tongue into my mouth. I suck on it gently until she pulls it back and bites into my bottom lip. She throws her head back as I move down her neck, kissing and licking.

  “Do it… Mark me.”

  Fuck. I suck at the base of her neck and she sinks her nails into my back.

  “Yes! Everywhere… I want you to mark me everywhere.”

  I move down, pushing her T-shirt up to expose her skin. I slide my tongue from the waistband of her panties and up her stomach. Her muscles jump beneath my tongue and she whimpers. I sink my teeth into her flesh and suck on her skin until it’s red, and then I move to the next side. She feels so fucking good, I can barely control myself. My dick feels like someone’s hammering it from the inside, and my balls feel like they’re about to burst. I grab her knee and bite into her thigh, leaving another mark there.

  “Gage!”

  The scent of her arousal hits me and I almost lose my mind. I place my forehead on her stomach, below her navel, and breathe her in.

  “Please… don’t stop,” she begs.

  I move back up her body but before I can say anything, she flips over and straddles me. I know I should stop her, but I let her remove my jeans. I suck in a breath as she runs her fingers over my dick. She curls her fingers into the waist of my boxers and that’s when I snap out of my haze. I grab her shoulders and pull her into my arms.

  “No, babe. No more.”

  “But why?” she whines.

  “Because we can’t.”

  “Yes, we can. It’s perfectly legal. If you’re worried about people finding out, I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

  “I’m trying to fight temptation here. Don’t make it harder.”

  “What? Your dick?”

  With a smile, she reaches down and grabs it, squeezing it in her tiny hand.

  “Raven, stop.”

  “Weren’t you the one who told me to submit, no, yield to temptation?”

  “Babe, please. I’m really trying here.”

  “I’ve got a quote for you. Tom Wilson, ‘about the only time losing is more fun than winning is when you’re fighting temptation’. Don’t you want to have fun?”

  “No,” I answer, even though it’s a fucking lie.

  “Ugh!”

  She slides onto the bed but lays her head on my chest. I try to concentrate on getting ahold of myself.

  “I hate to say this, but maybe we shouldn’t sleep in the same bed until… after,” I tell her.

  “Whatever.”

  “Don’t be petulant.”

  “I’m not petulant. I’m mad.”

  “Well, don’t be mad, either. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

  “What. Ever.”

  We lay in silence for a while before she sits up and looks around the room.

  “Do you have any paper… a pencil?”

  “Downstairs in the living room. There’s a desk with all kinds of shit in there.”

  She hops off the bed and returns with a sheet of paper, a clipboard, and a pencil. She sits cross-legged at the foot of the bed and stares at me. “What?”

  “Don’t move.”

  I lace my fingers together under my head and stare up at the ceiling. She can’t stay mad all night. After a while, she moves closer. She looks from me to the clipboard and I realize she’s drawing me.

  “Your face is perfect,” she says, more to herself than to me.

  “Why, thank you.”

  “I mean it… symmetrical… perfect for drawing.”

  A few minutes later, she hands me the clipboard. I can’t believe my eyes. “Holy shit! If I didn’t just see you do it, I wouldn’t have believed it. You’re really talented, baby doll.”

  “Tha
nks.”

  “Damn, it looks just like me. Tattoos, hard dick and all.” She giggles and lies next to me once more. “Does this mean I’m forgiven?”

  “For now.”

  “I know how to get back in your good graces. What do you want for your birthday?”

  “Oh, now you’re asking? For months, all I’ve been hearing about is what you’re getting out of the deal.”

  “Seriously, anything you want.”

  “I don’t know. Haven’t really thought about it.”

  “You want a party?”

  “You wanna throw me one?”

  “Sure. Just let me know who you want there.”

  She raises up on her elbow and looks down at me. “You’d do that for me?”

  “I’d do anything for you, Raven.”

  I say the words without thinking but the moment they leave my lips, I know they’re true. She swallows, takes a breath, and kisses me softly.

  “I’d like that.”

  “Good.”

  She settles on my chest again and throws her arm and leg over me. “You know what we should do? A costume party for Halloween,” she says.

  “If you want.”

  “What would you be?”

  “I don’t do costumes, baby doll.”

  “Ugh! You don’t do anything.” She sits up and stares at me with a pleading look. “Come on. You can’t go to a costume party in your colors.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because it’s not a costume!”

  “Not happening.”

  “Happening. You could be a pilot, and I’ll be your naughty flight attendant.”

  She waggles her brows at me. I can’t believe she even remembered that.

  “I don’t need a costume for that. I like the naughty flight attendant part, though.”

  “I’m going to ignore that. Do your whole death thing then. You can be the Grim Reaper.”

  “Don’t need a costume for that, either.”

  “Gage!” she shouts in irritation. I chuckle and try to pull her back into my arms, but she swats my hand away.

  “Oh! I could be Lady Death,” she exclaims excitedly.

  “Who’s that?”

  She reaches for her phone then straddles me. When she finds what she’s looking for, she turns the screen toward me. It’s a picture of a woman wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini and thigh-high boots. She must have lost her mind.

  “What makes you think I’d allow you to wear that?”

  “I can wear a skirt or some shorts… and I’d have the cape.”

  “No. Fuck no.”

  “Fine. I’ll work on the costume, but it’s settled.”

  “Says who?”

  “Says me. Deal with it.”

  She settles next to me once more and I shake my head in amusement. She really thinks she’s won. I’ll let her believe she has.

  “Millie asked me to do face painting at her Halloween fair.”

  “Yeah? The kids will love that. I’m trying to see if I can get some of our other charters to come in and help this year.”

  “Help with what?”

  “Set-up. Whatever the hell I want them to do.”

  “Okay, Mr. Bossy. But why?”

  “What do you mean ‘why’?”

  “I mean why would you get involved like that?”

  “Millie didn’t tell you?”

  “Tell me what?”

  “I’m the sponsor. Have been since the beginning.”

  She rises up again and gives me an incredulous stare. “Seriously?”

  “Yeah. I came up with the idea but knew people might not want to get involved because of the MC, so I made Millie the face of the whole thing. It’s all my money, though.”

  “Aww. Gage, that is so sweet!”

  She returns to my arms, dropping a kiss on my chest. There she goes with that damn word again. I am not “sweet.” I need to change the subject.

  “There’s a bike show in Atlanta this weekend. Wanna go with me?”

  “Just us?”

  “Most of the guys are going, some old ladies, probably some of the Hounds.”

  “Lonnie?”

  “Maybe. Don’t you think it’s time we told her what’s going on?”

  “Not yet. If she sees us together, she’ll know.”

  “Bring your friend Chrissy. I’m sure Ron’s gonna ask her anyway.”

  “I’ll think about it. Besides, I’ll have to get the day off, too.”

  “You do that.”

  If I have to drag you kicking and screaming and tie you to my bike, you’re going. It’s time everyone knows how serious I am.

  CHAPTER 11

  ***Gage***

  “Hey, big brother,” Ellen grins at me.

  “Hey.”

  I kiss her cheek and take a wiggling Mikey from her arms. He taps my jaws with his palms and giggles excitedly.

  “Unca, Unca, Unca!”

  “Hey, buddy. You being a good boy for your momma?”

  “Yes! Good boy!”

  “Then that means I have a present for you.”

  His laugh blocks out everything and in this moment, it’s just me and him. There really is nothing like a child’s laughter. Too bad I’ll never get to hear the sound from my own child. He claps his little hands together as I pull the wrapper off and hand him a lollipop.

  “Yay! Look, Momma!”

  “I see, baby.” Ellen looks at me questioningly. “You wanted to talk to me?”

  “Yeah. I need your help.”

  “Sure. What’s up?”

  “I may have gotten in over my head here. I promised Raven a birthday party.”

  “Oh… I see,” she smirks.

  “Waben!” Mikey shrieks.

  “Wipe that grin off your face, sis.”

  “What? I’m happy for you. Even Mikey likes her.”

  “So he told me.”

  “So, when’s this shindig?”

  “The twentieth.”

  “Great!” She rolls her eyes. “A week, Gage? You couldn’t give me more notice?”

  “Sorry.”

  “Well… what does she like? Other than the color blue.”

  “Books… music… drawing….”

  “What kind of music?”

  “I don’t know. Talk to her friend Chrissy. She said she’d help. And you can do it at Scythe, so you don’t have to worry about the location.”

  “That’s something, at least,” she says pensively.

  “I have an idea I think she’d like.”

  “What?”

  “She mentioned that she missed her prom. I figured that could be the theme or whatever.”

  She gasps and places her hand on her sternum, her mouth hanging open.

  “I had no idea you could be so sweet. That’s a great idea! We can get her a dress and… Oh! You’ll wear a suit and—”

  “Wait a minute. Who said anything about a suit?”

  “You’ll wear a tux, and you’ll dance with her.”

  “Ellen—”

  “This was your idea. Man the fu—,” her gaze flicks to Mikey nervously, then back to me, “Heck up, Gage Hunter.”

  “I changed my mind. You come up with something.”

  “No way. We’re doing this. I’m so happy!”

  She claps and jumps up and down like an excited child. Me in a tux? And dancing? No fucking way.

  “It’s so good to see you focusing on one girl for a change.”

  “Oh? What girl is that?” Aunt Nita walks up with a raised brow.

  Ellen folds her lips, takes Mikey, and rushes off. Great.

  “What’s going on?”

  I try to sound nonchalant. “She’s just helping me to plan a birthday party.”

  “For who?”

  “Her name’s Raven.”

  “Raven… Millie’s waitress? Mikey’s babysitter?”

  “You know her?”

  “Yeah. Talked to her a few times when I went to the diner. Also know she’s just seventeen.
What the fuck are you doing, Gage?”

  “Nothing… yet. It’s her eighteenth birthday next week and I can tell you that afterwards, you’ll be seeing a lot of her.”

  “And you haven’t fucked her?”

  “No.”

  “Uh-huh,” she says skeptically. “I know her father passed. What about her mother? She know about this?”

  “She’s never met her mother. Lonnie’s the only family she has.”

  “Poor thing. No wonder Millie’s so drawn to her.”

  “She’s a good girl, Nita. I really like her.”

  “Okay, son. When do I get to meet her officially?”

  “She might be coming to the show today. If not… soon. I promise.”

  “Yeah. I really need to get to know this chick better if she’s got you keeping it in your pants.”

  Oh, trust me, Nita. I won’t be keeping it in for much longer.

  ***Raven***

  “Ray… please. It’s a bike show. I know Ron’s gonna go off and leave me at some point. I need you.”

  We’re sitting on my porch, waiting for Ron to come and pick her up. She’s been begging me for days to go to the stupid bike show. Once I heard Lonnie and Deena making plans, I decided I wasn’t going. I only have a couple days left in this house, and I don’t want to make them worse than they already are. I haven’t said anything to Lonnie about Glenn, but I know she’s seen him. She looked like she wanted to say something to me, but I gave her no indication of what happened. It took everything in me not to slap the bitch.

  “I said no, Chrissy.”

  “Why?” she whines. “I know Gage wants you to go, too.”

  “Well, it’s not about what you and Gage want. It’s about me.”

  “Think of it as a way of making up for holding out on me.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Come on, Ray… everyone’s seen the hickey on your neck, but don’t think I haven’t seen the one on your thigh... your inner thigh. Did he go down you?”

  “I can see why that would excite you but no, he didn’t. Things… got a little heavy, but we stopped. We didn’t even get naked.”