Текст книги "Ravage Me"

Автор книги: Ryan Michele

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He didn’t respond. As I looked around the diner, eyes were focused on us. It was the same as it was when I was out with Pops and G.T. The Ravage patch held great honor and respect around here, not to mention curiosity. They all probably wanted to know everything that was Cruz’s life. The thought made me snicker because no one would ask… not that they would be told anyway.

As our food came, and we settled into small conversation, I felt happy, something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

* * *

From going to sleep on a mattress that felt like a board in prison, to being wrapped up in Cruz’s arms in a soft bed, was a huge change. I’ve had to admit his arms were beginning to be one of my favorite places to be. Prison was so stark, and Cruz was colorful and bright… life.

“You gonna tell me your real name?” I asked him, running my fingers up and down his washboard abs to chest and back again.

“Cruz,” he answered lying there with is arm resting over his eyes.

“Okay, Cruz what?”

Removing his arm, he looked down at me. “Donavan Cruz, but no one calls me that except for the cops. I love to ride, so Cruz stuck.”

“Donavan, huh? I’m gonna start calling you that.”

“Bull-fucking-shit you are. It’s Cruz. That’s it. Got it?” I nodded, hiding my smile. Since I grew up in the club, I never called any of the brothers by their real name. My brother G.T. has been called that since he was a baby. No one ever uses his real name, except when I’m really pissed. I might throw it out there a couple of times to get under his skin. It’s the same as my name. No one calls me Harlow around here, even though I think it’s a pretty kick ass name. I’m always Princess.

“Got it. How about Stud? Can I call you that?” I smirked, looking up into his blue eyes that engulf me every time; my head rested on his chest.

“Babe, you can call me that whenever you damn well want.” I smiled, climbing up to him, kissing him on the lips.

Yawning, I mumbled, “I’m beat.” I curled up alongside Cruz as he absently began rubbing circles on my shoulder as I drifted off to sleep.

* * *

No… I don’t want to… it hurts. I wanted to whine, but I knew better. It wouldn’t help what was about to happen. ‘Shut the fuck up. You want this you dirty little whore.’ He pushed my stomach down onto the hard bed as my arms tried to pull myself up; he pushed harder, his fat beer belly pushing the small of my back. ‘I know you need what I’ve got. Lay there and take it… or fight. I don’t give a shit which you choose.’ Everything in me wanted to fight, wanted to put this asshole on his ass, but I knew I couldn’t do it. I knew I needed what he had for me. I had to do it for the brothers. As he tore into me, I cringed from the pain, biting down on my lip so hard I tasted blood. He was never gentle, but he always brought lube. I think it was more for him than for me. ‘You fucking little whore. Doing this for daddy, huh?’ Every time he came to me, he repeated those same fucking words. And the sad thing was they were true. My body was on fire as each time he thrust into me; it would tear me more and more… I couldn’t breathe… I was suffocating…

“Princess!” My name being called startled me awake. As I turned to the voice, Cruz was sitting up on the bed towering over me as if he’d been working really hard at something. “Are you okay?”

I rubbed my eyes trying to wake myself up. “Yeah. Why?”

He rubbed his hands over my face. I could feel the sweat as he glided his fingers across. Fuck. The dream. Everything came flooding back, but there was no way in hell I was talking to Cruz about it. Not for a single fucking second. “Really. I’m okay.”

“You were mumbling and thrashing your arms around. It didn’t feel like nothing.”

“Really. I’m good. I just need sleep.” I didn’t know how, but by pure luck he let it go, wrapping me in his arms and kissing the top of my head. “I’m just really tired.”

“You will tell me what that shit was about.” His voice was firm and absolute, but I wouldn’t be telling him. Ever.

* * *

“Cooper!” I called looking for the little guy. One thing I would fully admit was that little man warms my heart in ways I never thought possible. The more time I spent with him, the more I wanted to spend time with him.

“Pin… ess!” I hear before I saw him as he barreled down the hall, Ma following close behind.

“Hey, Buddy.” Picking him up, I squeezed him in my arms. “You ready to go outside?”

“Yes!” He jumped in my arms excitedly.

“Hey Ma, he okay for ya?” When I needed to go to X, Ma would watch Cooper when Cruz couldn’t, and lately, that’s been quite a bit, club business and all. Ma’s been a life-saver. I admit, becoming an instant caretaker, has been a bit of a challenge. But it’s one that I actually didn’t mind.

“Yeah. I gotta get back to the shop.” Her brilliant smile appeared as she took off out the clubhouse doors.

“Thanks…” Squeezing Cooper, we went outside to enjoy the day. The guys built this whole playground contraption that would make old Ronald blush. It had slides, swings, monkey bars, a small clubhouse, teeter totter, rock climbing wall, tire swing, and so much more. It also had a huge sandbox with lots of big trucks and toy motorcycles, of course. This was Cooper’s favorite place, and who could blame him, it was a toddler’s dream.

“Pin… ess, come get me!” Cooper yelled as he took off running. He loved playing chase, and I found I did, too. I loved catching him, twirling him in the air, and hearing that wonderful laugh of his.

Cooper took off around the playground. “Shit!” My foot stumbled on one of the trucks I didn’t see laying out, and I fell hard to the ground knocking my leg with a thump. Shooting pains raced up my leg quickly as the blood began flowing. The shorts I was wearing left no protection, but I could handle the pain. It was the blood I was gonna need to get cleaned up and make sure the cut was okay.

“Pin… ess!” Cooper screamed and started crying hysterically at the sight of my leg.

Wrapping my arms quickly around him, I began rocking him back and forth, his head buried in my chest. “I’m okay, Buddy. It’s just a little blood. No biggie…”

“Hurt… owie,” his muffled cries said in my shirt as my hands rubbed his back.

“Just a little owie, it’s okay.” I rubbed his back gently and kissed him on the top of his head. I surprised myself after I did it but quickly smiled.

Boot steps running our way had my eyes peering up into Rocky’s. I still felt on edge with him, but since talking with Cruz it has lessened quite a bit. “Stay,” was all he said as he looked at my leg and ran off. When he came back, he was holding a first aid kit and began doctoring me up without saying a word.

“Do I need stitches?” I asked with Cooper still clinging to me.

“Nah…” He reached into the kit to grab the liquid stitch; that stuff’s like superglue and burns like shit going on. As he continued working on my leg, Cooper calmed down enough to begin watching what he was doing. He even smiled when Rocky put a Superman Band-Aid over the cut.

“Now I look like you,” I teased Cooper, who giggled. “Thanks Rocky.” I smile at him. He’s more than proving my initial reaction wrong each time I’m around him.

Instead of responding, he grunted and took off. He was a man of few words. Kinda weird, but I actually liked that in a twisted sort of way. I mean, hell, a guy who doesn’t give you any shit. What’s not to like, right?

Two weeks later

“Harder!” I yelled, feeling the wonderful pain-pleasure mix of Cruz slamming deep inside of me. Ma had Cooper for the day, and we were enjoying every minute of our time together. The guys had a run tomorrow and would be gone for a few days. It’d be our first time away from each other since we met.

Cruz and my need for each other was growing uncontrollably; I never thought I’d get enough of him. More than that, we’ve actually talked more. We went from not knowing a damn thing about each other, except for our lust-filled minds to learning so much in the course of two weeks.

He never mentioned club business, and I respected that. I didn’t need to know anyway as everything was calm on the home front, neither Rabbit nor Babs had made any moves, causing me to relax a bit. The brothers wouldn’t take me off lockdown, though. It was starting to wear on me. There’s only so many times a girl can go to the shooting range or work out before she goes nuts.

Cruz began pounding me with everything he had. He picked me up, flipped me onto my stomach, and pushed my knees up and slammed deep inside of me causing a powerful orgasm. A scream escaped my lips. Cruz stilled behind me as he spilled inside of me. We were still using condoms. I had gotten the shot, but had to wait another week before it was completely effective. We both got tested and, thank God, came up clean.

We collapsed down to the bed, gasping for breath.

“Shit.”

“Yeah… shit, Cruz.”

“When I’m gone, you go nowhere without Buzz, Breaker, Rocky, or Tug. Got me?”

“Yeah, I got ya.” My heart swelled with this man, and I knew I was in deep shit. Falling in love with a brother was never part of my plan, but damn it if it wasn’t happening and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

“You know that you sleeping around on me isn’t gonna work.” My mind spun back to Flash and Dagger’s relationship; they could handle that shit; there’s no way I could. Then it flashed to Cruz’s mom and dad… I couldn’t deal. I could deal with guns, drugs, killing… but my heart wasn’t as strong. I knew that. I’ve also learned over the years that many of the brothers had their road whores, the women who took care of their needs on the road. As most of the runs were consistent, having a road whore in another city happened. I couldn’t deal with that. If I wasn’t woman enough for my man, he didn’t need to be mine.

Cruz turned on his side, resting his head on his hand. “It’s not, huh?”

“Look Cruz, I know how this works. I’ve seen it. I’ve seen the women around when the ol’ ladies are gone. I’m not stupid. The only one I haven’t seen it with is Pops and Ma. I can’t do it. I’m not the woman that can handle my man being with someone else. If that’s the case, then we need to end this. I couldn’t take it.”

Cruz brushed the hair from my face, “I couldn’t either.” He bent down kissing me softly.

* * *

The guys have been gone for two days and were expected back tomorrow night. Coop and I have been enjoying each other, and Casey has been around quite a bit. I have to say it’s pretty shocking, considering I haven’t seen her much since I got out. She kept making excuses about what she was doing. It’s nice having her around, but something with her seems a bit off.

Living at the club hasn’t been hard. Coop and I fell into a great routine with Ma watching him while I went to X for a while each day. I listened to Cruz, and took a Prospect with me each time I left the clubhouse, with the strict instructions from him that they’ll help you with whatever you need.

“Princess, you got a package.” One of the B.Boys called from behind the door.

Taking the large envelope, I thanked him before closing and locking the door to Cruz’s room. I’d been staying here now since that first night. Cooper was playing on the floor with some toys Tug went out and got for him, totally content with the world.

As I opened the envelope, I began to stare and read all of the papers inside. I’d been waiting for these to arrive since I got out, but it must not have been clear to send them to me until now. Inside was information on Babs, where she lived, worked, her family history, social security numbers, birth certificates, her crew, and recent photos of her and Rabbit parading around town. There was also a detailed description of how she spent the last week from the time she fell asleep to every step she took during the day.

While inside, I made some friends of my own, ones who have eyes and ears everywhere. While I gave Diamond my word not to get involved with club business, I would get my personal business with Babs taken care of.

My cell going off made me jump. Seeing it was Liv, I answered right away. “What’s up?”

“Get over here, now. Some guys are in here tearing the place up. The girls are locked in the backroom, and I’m in the office.” Liv’s hushed voice came through the line. I began stuffing all the contents of the envelope back in and threw it in a drawer, shutting it quickly.

Hearing gun shots in the background, I scooped up Coop and ran to Ma’s room. “I’m on my way. They say what they want?”

Banging on Ma’s door, I yell, “Ma take care of Coop, gotta run to X.” Ma nodded.

I began running down the hall. “They didn’t say anything. Just asked if you were here, and when I said no they started tearing up the place.”

“Shit. Stay locked up. Be there in a few.” Crashing into Cruz’s room, I grabbed my gun and placed it in the holster on my back, along with my two smaller ones to go in my boots. Rushing out into the clubhouse, I yelled at the B.Boys and Tug to hurry. I had to go. Rocky had left to spend time with his woman, whom I didn’t know he had.

They didn’t argue, just followed me to the bikes. “What the hell’s going on?” Tug asked.

“X. There’s gun fire, and my girls are in danger.”

“Shit,” Tug sent off a quick text; I’m assuming to the brothers, as we raced to X.

Weaving in and out of traffic on our bikes, we got there in about ten minutes. No cops were in sight, but that was just a matter of time. Parking the bikes, we moved to the back entrance of X. “Get behind us, Princess,” one of the B.Boys said.

I didn’t have time for this shit. “Don’t treat me with fucking kid gloves. Let’s go!” I barked, opening the door from the side. When no shots rang out immediately, I dipped my head slowly in and nodded for them to pass. I pointed B.Boy one to the left and B.Boy two to the right, then for Tug to follow behind me.

Gun shots began raining everywhere, and from the sound of it, we were walking right into the line of fire. “Stay down and only shoot when you have a clear shot,” I whispered to Tug. He nodded. With our guns in front of us, we began creeping around the corner staying out of their line of sight. Three men wearing green and black rags were shooting the glass mirrors, destroying the room. Every liquor bottle was shattered with alcohol splashing everywhere.

Lining up my gun, I had a clear shot of Asshole One. Looking over at Tug, he was lined up, too. We nodded at each other and shot at the same time, each of us hitting our mark. Asshole Three came barreling towards the door blocking us, shooting as he came. Reaching my gun around, I began rapid firing low, not wanting to kill him just yet.

His grunts and groans as the bullets hit him sent a sense of euphoria through me. No drug could give anyone a high like this, not as good as riding, but up there. Peeking around the corner, Asshole Three was groaning, his gun about two feet away from his hand. Walking slowly towards him, Tug went to the gun, moving it out of his reach.

I walked over to the asshole bleeding all over my beautiful carpet; good thing it was blood red. Kicking him in the stomach, “Who sent you here?” I barked, pointing the gun at his head.

“You stupid puta!” I kicked him again. Asshole needed to learn respect, which he obviously didn’t have, shooting up my place.

“Tug, check it out.” Tug immediately took off.

“Listen, Fucker. You wanted me. Now you got me. What the fuck do you want here?” I barked, clutching my gun.

“Boss says you stay away from Babs, or this happens again.” I laughed. It all comes back to that stupid bitch, and yet she hasn’t had the fucking balls to show her damn face.

“This is because of that bitch?” I smacked his head with the butt of my gun, sending blood flying.

“Puta!” he yelled, holding his head.

“Tell me why she thinks I’m coming for her?”

“Fuck you.”

Tug walked in the room, “Clear.”

“Go let the girls out.”

“My pleasure.” He turned and walked toward the back.

“Again. Tell me why she thinks I’m coming for her?” Each word I emphasized with a kick. This fucker obviously thought I was a weak little thing. I needed to show him how wrong he was.

“Fuck,” he groaned, trying to roll to his side.

“No, I don’t want to fuck, but thanks for offering.” I smiled, pointing my gun at his head. “I don’t need you alive, I could care less if you live or die. That choice is up to you.” The dead calm from my voice was even strange to me, but I’ve used it many times in my life.

“She put you in… doesn’t want the brothers coming after her.”

“It’s not the brothers she needs to worry about, now is it? You think coming here and making a fucking mess is gonna get her in our good graces?” I paused, looking at Liv as she walked in the room. “Liv, make sure the girls don’t come in here. Take them out the back.”

She scurried across the floor to the backroom. “Now. What to do with you? We’ve already killed two of your men. So maybe I’ll let you live to deliver a message.” Taking the gun, I shot him once in each leg. His screams made me smile.

“Would you like that? Staying alive?” He shook his head like the pussy he was. “Okay, here’s the message. Tell Babs, I love her.”

He looked at me shocked. “What?”

“You heard me.” Pausing, I looked at Tug across the room. “You might wanna look the other way.” I smiled smugly, but he didn’t turn away.

“Pull your dick out,” I ordered to the asshole.

“No, puta,” he growled at me.

Hitting him with the butt of my gun again, this time in the nose, sending more blood spattering, I ordered, “Do it. And if you fucking call me puta again, I will blow your fucking dick off.” Looking at the asshole, I felt Tug by my side. “Tug since you’re not looking away. Come hold the gun on him.” He complied. “Wrap his hands with this.” I handed Tug part of the drapery that had fallen to the ground.

With my gun in my right hand, I slowly grabbed the asshole’s dick. “Now, do you want your dick or your balls?”

“Wh… at?” He was visibly shaken by the question.

“Do you want use of your dick or your balls?” When he didn’t answer, I made the decision for him. Wrapping my one hand around his balls, I pulled with all of my strength feeling the ligaments and flesh pulling away from his body. When he yelled, I pulled harder. I heard a small whimper from Tug but didn’t look his way. Rewrapping my hand around him for a better grip, I pulled once more for good measure making sure the only way he’d use these bad boys again was with a lot of surgery. I didn’t need him reproducing.

“Now you remember what the message is?” I asked, nonchalantly as if I didn’t just rip a guy’s balls off.

When he didn’t answer, I grabbed his dick as he paused, fear laced in his eyes. “Ye…sss…”

“What is it?” My words dripping with honey.

“Tell Babs you love her,” he stammered out.

“Good. Tug get him out of here. Ditch him far away.” Tug nodded, picking up his phone, making the arrangements. “Where are the B.Boys?”

“Taking care of the girls… hey, Princess?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said looking around at the pit Studio X had just become.

“Remind me never to piss you off.” I turned, smiling at him, not responding.

The B.Boys moved the bodies quickly, getting them the hell out of there. And by the time the cops came, there was only the mess to deal with. I told them that someone broke in and trashed the place, shooting guns off everywhere. By the time I got there, they were all gone.

The cops didn’t ask any other questions. We’ve known the chief for years, and he kept our business… well, our business.

Liv came in, visibly shaken. “Girl, you okay?”

“Will be,” she replied as her eyes searched the room, taking in all of the destruction.

“I’ll ask Cruz if the Prospects can help clean up the mess and we’ll get the girls to help. We’ll be up and running soon.” I hugged her, rubbing her back. “We’ll need to be closed for a few days.” She nodded.

“Princess, phone call.” Tug held out his phone to me. “Cruz.”

I figured and turned on the charm. “Hey, Baby. How’s the trip?”

“Don’t, what the fuck happened?” After explaining in detail what happened, he wasn’t very happy with me. “Get your fucking ass to the clubhouse, now.” He yelled loud enough; I had to pull it away from my ear.

“We’re just about done here.”

“No. Now.”

I tried to swallow my frustration, but it was difficult. “I’m fine. Everyone is fine.”

“You are not fine. You fucking shot two guys and ripped a guy’s balls off. Not to mention the Studio is fucking trashed. Like I said, get your ass to the clubhouse, now. I’m on my way. Be there in two hours.”

Blowing out a deep breath, I forced out, “Leaving now.”

“Good. Lock yourself in my damn room with my boy, and don’t fucking move.”

Rolling my eyes, I responded, “Okay.” I waited for him to hang up.

“Let’s ride,” I said to Tug, slipped my phone in my pocket, then turned to the boys. “B.Boys get Liv home, please, and lock this place up tight.”