The Rage: Hell's Disciples MC 3(8)

By: Jaci J


Thank you, Jesus.

“Lailah! You came!” Wrapping an arm around me, she hugs me to her. I’ve never been so happy to see anyone in my life.

The guy who was pressed into me backs up and grumbles, “Sis, why the fuck you get ‘em all? Shit ain’t even fair. Rampage and Tags has hogged her ass up since she got here, and now you ‘n Tank get her tonight?” Shaking his head, he sighs dramatically and takes Ty from her, “We need new pussy in this motherfucker.”

Lilly laughs and waves him off, “Shut the fuck up, Crush. New or old pussy, since when do you care?”

He throws his head back and laughs, “Got a good point, babe.”

****

I finally feel calmer now that Lilly is here. Ever since she and her son came into the room, the guys seem a little less rowdy and the slutty girls, or as I have now learned are called ‘gash,’ have made themselves scarce. Once I actually begin having conversations with the guys, I find they aren’t as bad I would have thought. They’re friendly, sometimes overtly so. They’re funny as hell and loud. With Lilly here, it’s easier to just sit back and enjoy what’s going on around me now that my discomfort level has lessened considerably with each passing hour I spend here. It’s certainly not the scariest party I’ve ever been to. It started out with me feeling a bit intimidated, but no one has done anything too crazy, at least not yet.

Rampage hangs back, but he never seems to be too far away. I find myself relaxing and having a good time with everyone as a sort of comfort overcomes me. There is an air of safety here, like a fort, and I think I like it here.





2


Eye fucked


Rampage

The brothers stare at her. Fuck, do they stare at her. Their greedy eyes are all over that perfect body of hers and I can’t blame them. I’ve spent my evening drooling over her like a twelve year old boy with a raging hard-on as I creep around and watch her.

I can’t stop thinking about fucking her all over this motherfucking place while I sit here and watch every move she makes. I’m here thinking of all the nasty shit I’d like to do to her.

I wanna fuck her bent over the pool table. I wanna fuck her on my bike. I want those long legs wrapped around my waist as she bounces up and down on my dick. I want to spread her out on the bar and bury my face between her thighs.

So yeah, I’ve lost my motherfucking mind, not that I ever had it to begin with.

I know why the brothers fucking stare. I get why they approach her. I know they want a taste of something sweet. They want the same motherfucking thing I do. They’re all looking for something new, and she’s fresh, unclaimed pussy to them. The guys circle around her like a bunch of sharks, but if anyone is gonna fuck that girl, it’s gonna be me. I’m going to be like that. I’m calling dibs on that pussy, and that pussy will be mine.

****

I would have thought just by the looks of her, she would end up being a stuck up bitch. Shit, she looks like the hot ass girl next door; Prom queen, cheerleader type of bitch. All she needs is a tiara on her goddamn head and she’d look like a fucking princess. Figured she’d have her nose in the air, entitlement in her voice, money in her veins, and an attitude to rival any of these bitches here, but fuck, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

She’s soft spoken, voice calm and soft when she speaks. She’s sweet. Fuck, I find I’m relaxed around her because she’s so easygoing. She sits with all of us motherfuckers like an old pro, like she’s been here all her fucking life.

Lala’s not nearly as wild as Lil, Cali, or Peaches, but she seems to hold her own with these bitches. She jokes and laughs with them, keeping up with the shit they throw her way. The old ladies seem to like her, and those bitches don’t like just anyone.

The girls and the brothers give her shit, and she gives it right back to them. It’s a little fucking scary how well she fits in. She takes it all in stride. She smiles and laughs off the nasty shit that comes out of our mouths, and doesn’t seem scared of us. There’s something to be said for a bitch that can hold her own with us. Bitches like her are few and far between; You’re a rare breed when you can handle us.

With so many people vying for her attention, she hasn’t talked much to me, but from time to time, she makes an effort to find me and give me her beautiful smile. I know she’s looking for me and I’m not gonna lie, that shit makes me actually smile, and I do not fucking smile. You may get a grin from me, but this bitch has me showing a genuine fucking smile.

She also doesn’t venture too far from me. King has been begging her to go for a ride with him, but I’ll be damned if she’s leaving with him. I will kill King before he gets her on the back of his bike. I laid claim to that shit in my head, and he is not fucking claiming what’s mine unless he wants to end up dead.

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