Rampage (Ruthless Tendencies Series Book 4)

by D. M. Burns

  At least that’s what I think she mouths. I really like her because Rampage is acting like a responsible prick for once. Keeping his dick to himself or at least contained between her legs. An idea he’s never entertained before, EVER.

  Plus, I can tell that the GQ quality playboy is sporting a new look. It’s called love. She fits into our octagon of Chaos and that alone makes me happy for him. All my guys have paired up now. Watching over them is no longer on me. I can focus on just me and my Rage.

  “Lena, I like you.” I smile wide then turn my attention to my husband and say, “Our house is history, Rage.” Something I’m sure he’s aware of since the flames shooting out of the roof looks like it’s flued by Satan’s piss. Rage stands with me in his arms.

  “We need to get your head check but don’t worry about the house. We’ll build another one, baby girl.” He turns to his brothers and growls. “After I get my baby girl squared away, we handle this shit.” He doesn’t say another word as several ambulances and fire trucks litter our front lawn. Rage simply stalks in that direction with me in hand.

  “I gotta go tell Asia that Reese is okay. She’s freaking out.” Renegade turns and moves toward the pool house.

  Sadly, my eyes find the lost peanut butter jar across the way and I long for it. “I really want my peanut butter.” I point to the jar with pleading eyes over Rage’s shoulder and lick my lips. Rebel cracks up but grabs it off the ground then jogs up to me and passes it over.

  “And that’s why you’re my favorite, REBBIE-POOH. Thank you, bud-buddy.” I smile brightly while digging my index finger in. I love that big ole teddy bear full of fluff.

  “Love you too, you little barbie blunt burning stunt double.” He chuckles while shaking his head.

  When my head stops hurting and my high dulls a little, I’ll worry about why my house is engulfed in angry flames. For now, I’m just glad everyone is okay.

  chapter 22 - rampage

  After my gangster pow-pow, I knew this was a possibility. I gambled on the fact that I was untouchable, ignored my gut instinct, and lost. Crellan tried to warn me and I ignored him too, motherfucker. This is a proverbial middle finger up to Aces Down, my family, and me.

  I never wanted any of my choices to affect them but here the fuck we are. And this right here is only a god damn deadly precursor to what’s coming my way. It’s packaged with toxic intent and laced with malice.

  That’s the main reason why I scooped Len up and headed straight over to Rage’s house. That livid little entity residing inside of me was waving around a red warning sign like a loaded gun. That means bad shit is in the works and I desperately needed to warn my Chaos family. Whoever ignited this place setting it ablaze tonight was speaking out. Their message was received loud and clear. That being that this is war and those are facts.

  Rage and Reese’s house is one big pile of debris and we almost lost Reese in the process. I don’t even want to think about what Rage would’ve done if that had actually happened. Fucked for life would be his motto. He’d rearrange the underground and anyone else responsible from the inside out. A deviant little devil set free to wreak havoc on the less desirable fucks of the orchestrated mob familial while using his middle bird finger as his calling card.

  Reese refused to go to the hospital even though the paramedic said he wanted her to have the hit to her head checked. She whispered something loudly in his ear about Waldo something or another and the paramedic chuckled. Then he turned to see a red-faced Rage breathing down his neck and quickly butterfly stitched Reese’s Pieces head up. Gave Reese something for sleep and released her over to a very unhappy Rage. He flipped the guy off and totted Reese back to the pool house.

  Standing in front of the house, I stare at the place where we all grew up as teenage assholes. Watching the firefighters as they spray down the remnants of the house’s foundation flames. It looks like a decrepit dungeon that was unearthed from the bows of hell. It’s all gone. Fucking leveled, and destroyed in the blink of an eye, POOF.

  This is what you can expect when you’re connected with the mafia and mobster lifestyle. Eventually, you’ll find death knocking at your front door. The bad part is, it’s usually not you they come for first. They go after your family-your loved ones. Just as soon as that suffering starts to sink in that’s when you're greeted. This is mainly why I stayed away and closed off my business dealings. Keeping my family at arm’s length because they’re what I treasure the most.

  Running my hands through my hair, I let out a long sigh. I told the guys about my concerns when we first arrived. Renegade and Rage left with Asia and Reese to go get the boys along with our parents. They're taking them to an isolated location. Ren called in his head of security, Crash, to watch over our Chaos crew until we have this situation in a chokehold. Or better yet, until I have a certain individual in a chokehold.

  Fully clothed with my business boy approach in place, I’ve been setting shit up accordingly. I’ve been out here for hours plotting. It’s what I do best. It’s what I know. Then I feel her arms wrap around my waist from behind and I take a deep breath through my nose. Lena… I’m going to have to tell her everything. Even though she has some hidden truths to be told herself, she’s a solid one. Lena is a good person, period. I could lose it all, her. Fuck.

  “I’m so sorry.” She whispers into my back.

  I grip her wrist and spin her little body around to me. Her hair dried naturally in long wavy strawberry twists from where she went swimming earlier. This woman has God-given beauty that most barbie bitches pay great amounts of money to obtain.

  “This is not your fault. I thought you were mad at me, pretty girl.” I pull her into my chest and hold her there. She tilts her head back, staring at my wrinkled-up business shirt like it holds the key to happiness just beyond a couple of buttons.

  “Oh, I’m hurt you would think that of me. There’s no denying that, Ramp. But perhaps, that fire tonight happened to bring awareness down on what’s important in life. Placing things into perfect perspective.” She looks back up at me and I wink at her.

  I know it damn well stacked my priorities out in perfect order. Those glacier blue eyes hold a twinkle that can’t be ignored. It’s like she’s saving a little something for a more appropriate time. I know everything about this woman, even her secrets.

  “I promise to tell you everything. We’ll talk about that entire teenage shitshow with my brother later, yeah?” She looks exhausted and I know damn well that I am. “You ready to call it a night?” I ask and she nods her head yes. “Let me talk to Rebel right quick, yeah?”

  “Oh, Rebel took off already. He said he had some computer emergency and would see you at Aces later. He said you’d know what he was talking about.” She says.

  I try to hide my twitching eye by rubbing my forehead. How the hell did I miss that whip of his pulling out of here? Maybe it was all the bursting flames and the damn fire trucks… That little motherfucking Rebel.

  “Your jaw is twitching again.” She lightly brushes her fingertips across my skin, and I kiss them.

  “Yeah, it happens often when dealing with my brothers. Let’s head out.” I walk over to my car and open the door waiting for her to slide in then close it behind her. I pull the phone from my pocket and key out a message to my baby brother.

  This is not a one man show. You don’t KNOW EVERYTHING. We all agreed to meet at Aces in a few hours. Call me asshole…

  Fortunately, Aces Down is only a short ride from where Rage and Reese’s house used to be. That entire visual and thought process only pisses me off more every time the fiery scene flashes before my eyes.

  Tugging Lena further into my side, I pinch the bridge of my nose squeezing my eyes tight until the elevator dings and slides open. My neck loses a tad bit of the anxiety that’s been building up between my shoulder blades. I finally feel at ease here. This place holds no secrets from me and is heavily protected. A guaranteed safe house that’s secured better than Fort Knox.

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sp; Lena takes her overnight bag from me by pulling the strap down from my shoulder. She drags it across the tile floor and moves lazily down the long corridor to my room. I quietly follow her lead while spying the sway of her ass. What can I say? It’s on display, so yeah-my eyes are glued to it. I slip the jacket from my shoulders and walk into my closet tossing it on the island along with the rest of my clothes.

  Funny how I hate the silence that has crept in on us. I’m used to the quiet but with Len here it feels like a wall of ice has formed between us. I’m going to kill Renegade for opening his big ass mouth but then again, I didn’t tell him to censor the information. How was I supposed to know he’d act like a schoolgirl bitch and bump his gums? Little bitchass. I just wanted time to tell her everything on my own, my terms.

  From the stupid asshole shit stunts from middle school up until now with my gangster dealings. Letting her decide whether or not to take a chance at something real, with me. It wasn’t much of a plan, but it would’ve been honesty. Even that’s completely fuck now.

  Stepping out of the closet, I find the bedroom is empty, but I see a glimpse of shared light filtering out from the bathroom and I follow the soft glow. The faint sounds of the showers sprinkling water whispers out as I step inside. Of course, my yeti dick gets excited about another possible expedition in her Vag-Ville.

  The lights are cast down low and the glass vessel that is my shower looks like a wall of gray marble with spider web black running throughout the design. The glass is steamed up with fog, but I can make out her tiny body within the tomb encasing her. She has her forehead leaned against the cold tile and at this moment, my fiery redhead looks fragile, breakable even. Fuck.

  Opening the glass door, I slip inside, but Len doesn’t even flinch. Crossing over to where she is, I groove my body into her and slide my arms over her hips. She releases a long sigh and turns her head to the side.

  “So, all this time you believed I slept with Ren.” Her voice is barely a whisper. It’s not really a question for me to answer. She knows I did. “That’s what you meant all those years ago when you said, “That’s how it feels in my chest, every motherfucking day. Unlike the last slash to the soul, this is a clean cut.” I nod my chin which causes me to rub my nose against her neck.

  She slowly turns around to face me. Her eyes are so tired and sad. I spoke those shitty words to her years ago and she held onto it. Hell, she just recited my exact statement, word for word. She’s carried that around inside of her heart all this time. Hell, I’ve carried it with me too. The mistaken bullshit betrayal that never happened and the hate that was misplaced. I wrongfully hurt her over and over again. Even now after all these years my asshole actions still cause her pain.

  “Len, I was on my way to your house and I saw Ren climbing into your window. I just assumed… Fuck, I was cut up from the inside out. I loved you, okay… More than anything, I did. I know it’s hard to believe a kid that age knows what love is but I did-it was you. Hell, I loved you the day I pulled your foot out of that damn rabbit hole. When I walked up on that with Ren, I just… Fuck, I disconnected from everyone and stayed that way. It’s not an excuse for wrongfully mistreating you but it’s my only reason for all the stupid shit in between.”

  “I want you to remember that, yeah?” She whispers and those glacier blue eyes that are the color of my favorite blue popsicle bounce between mine.

  “Len, I’m so damn sorry and if I could take it all back, I would.” It’s the god damn truth too. I’d take it all back.

  All the wrongs.

  All the lost years.

  EVERY FUCKING THING.

  “It’s okay. It’s over and I forgive you, yeah?” She nods her head and I find myself mimicking her movements. “Just promise me that you’ll remember that everything is not what it seems, okay?”

  “What do you mean? Baby, what’s the matter?” Something is off in her voice, but she doesn’t answer me. My brows bunch together, and she runs her fingertips over it trying to soothe it away.

  Lena grips both sides of my face dragging me down into her mouth and fuck it. I’m done with this conversation too. Lifting her wet body off the ground, I back her into the tile wall and take my undeserving place inside her mouth. Digging out a possessive position between her legs as they wrap around my waist, I growl something unintelligible into her throat. Her hands entwine in my hair impossibly coaxing me closer.

  Our mouths are hungry and seeking but with this one, I find that I want to take my time. The thought of rushing anything with her pisses me off. I want to memorize it all. Every sound. Every sensation. Every fucking thing. My urge is abnormal with her, unlike any other. I want to savor my time and feel her impression dig into my essence. Crazy fucking insane but true all the same.

  Threading my fingers through her wet hair, I angle her mouth and bite her lower lip while moving methodically over the soft skin of her neck. I’m not really sure what comes over me, but I bite down on the inside crease where her neck meets up with her shoulder. She releases a moan that’s amplified by the tile shower around us. It’s not hard enough to break the skin. It’s just enough to mark her and leave a reminder of who she belongs to, me.

  My large palm slides over her hot slippery skin until I’m cupping her breast in my hand. I lower my mouth and use my teeth to tease her nipple before closing fully over the mound. Rolling my tongue around her strawberry pink puckered tits causes her to squirm underneath my touch.

  “Jesus, Ramp… I uhmmm. Oh.” Her hold on my hair is a telling trait. It reveals how much she wants me to fuck her, but no. “Please….”

  Popping her tit from my mouth, I let my hand move lower skimming over her wet stomach until I’m cupping her pussy. Holding onto it like a claimed treasure that it is, to me, mine. I apply a little bit of pressure and she tries to rub out friction against my grip. That provokes a slight smirk at the corner of my mouth, but I stay focused.

  “Please what, baby. Tell me what you want.” I lightly squeeze her pussy then knead her clit with my thumb slowly.

  “Oh, Jesus…” She hisses out.

  Len closes her eyes and licks her lips giving me a little glimpse of her pink tongue. Then she wiggles out from under my touch and drops to her knees on the wet tile floor. Oh, shit. I take a step back and she looks up at me with those fire ice eyes and wraps her tiny hand around my dick.

  “Pretty girl…” My voice sounds like I chugged broken glass.

  “Is this okay? I want to taste you too.” She asks. I simply nod because as soon as her knees hit the floor, my motor skills went out the door. Fuck…

  When her lips meet up with my cock, my head falls back, and a repressed primal growl comes out of me. Jesus fucking Christ. Her mouth is a wet and warm fuckable dream. A silk sexual structure suctioning my length with tongue foreplay that leaves me wondering if she’s done this to anyone else. I have zero right to feel this way but that thought pisses me off.

  “You done this before, pretty girl?” I look down at her and grumble. It’s none of my business and should be irrelevant but I’m selfish, with everything her.

  The question comes out harsher than I meant for it to. Those eyes look up to me and her head bobbing motion picks up in pace. It’s getting hard to concentrate with her waxing talents. My balls are tight and fuck, I’m so close. She hums but shakes her head slightly no. Holy shit. I thread my hands through the sides of her hair and slow fuck her mouth out.

  “There’s nothing more I want than to stay in your mouth but one thing.” Her eyes are piercing up at me. “That’s to be balls deep in your pussy-MY pussy.”

  After her admitting I’m her only one for dick licking, the house explosion, and everything else from today, I know I’m too amped up to let her continue. Len’s first-time sucking dick doesn’t need to end with a literal semen shot surprise. Which it damn sure will if she keeps doing that. I’ll round back to that later though.

  “God damnit, Len.” I grit my teeth together and pull out of her mouth in silent
protest then lift her off the floor. Her body automatically wraps back around me where she belongs. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby. All you have to do is tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

  When those eyes focus on me there dazed over with achy lust and she tries to pull me back to her, but I want to hear her words. Shaking my head slowly, I go back to circling her clit and apply a little more pressure with my thumb massage.

  “Oh, uhm… I want your yeti dick inside of me.” She reaches down and slides her palm over my cock stroking the beast and god damn it, my business boy façade is ready to merge into her pussy. A contract for life.

  “Line my dick up, baby,” I grunt.

  Her eyes drop and focus on the task I delegated out. She positions the head of my dick at her entrance. I close the gap between our bodies, taking her mouth hungrily only to break away and whisper in her ear. “This is mine.” I feel her full body shiver then I slowly push past her tight entryway bracing my forehead against her neck. My growl can’t be held back. It’s barbaric and sounds menacing with each inch I sink into her. My jaw clenches up almost as tight as her pussy walls are encasing my dick.

  “Slade… Ummmm. Jesus.” Her claws are cutting a path down my back as she struggles to adjust to my size. Len pulls me tighter until I’m firmly deep-seated inside her overheated honey hive. I can feel her body shaking in my hands.

  “Fuck, baby,” I grate out into her neck. “Your pussy perfection. So, god damn tight.” I kiss the inside of her neck and feel her pulse tapping out against her skin. It’s like a little boy drummer going wild on a solo performance during practice.

  Holding both sides of her hips I grind slowly up into her. Pushing out new depths and hearing her moan my name becomes a new game for me. I want to hear a god damn symphony fall from her lips. She has magical pussy powers. It possesses a voodoo potion for the quick death to my wandering yeti dick ways, period. She sprinkled that shit all over me. I’m done. This is all I want, her.