The Rage: Hell's Disciples MC 3(4)By: Jaci J
Brothers, old ladies, kids, friends, prospects and bar bitches all mingle around the club, having a good time. Brothers are talking and drinking, bitches are laughing and gossiping, and the kids are screaming and running around. This is the only noise I enjoy.
This is a family party. These “dinners” as Lil calls them, happen every Wednesday and Sunday, so it’s not a huge thing. Don’t get me wrong, we’ll party any other day of the fucking week, too. We don’t need a reason to throw one back. Someone gets patched in, knocked up, dies, gets a speeding ticket, we will fucking celebrate it – and we will celebrate it in a big way.
Leaning against the bar, I’m bullshitting with Arms and Tags when Tank makes his way to me, looking like man on a mission with Lil thrown over his shoulder laughing.
“You gonna be down here?” He asks as he passes.
“Hey Rampage!” Lil giggles and waves at me.
He’s rubbing on her ass and thighs. Fuck, I really don’t need to see that shit.
“Sis.” I nod, avoiding looking at either of them. I swear, Tank spends more time fucking that girl than he does doing anything else, but at least he’s not drinking and treating her like shit, so I’ll take the gross over the unstable shit any day.
“Yep.” He stops long enough for me to answer him.
Nodding toward the door, he says, “Lil’s got some bitch from school comin’ over so let her in. Keep an eye on her ‘‘til I’m done with her, yeah?”
Lil smacks his back, “Don’t call her a bitch.”
He doesn’t even give me a chance to say anything else ‘cause he’s already down the hall. Yeah, sure, I’ll babysit some bitch. Why the fuck not?
Hitting up the bar, I throw a couple shots back while I wait. A club whore, Red, starts crawling all over me like she’s broke and trying to earn a buck. This bitch has her hands all over the place, rubbing on my dick, licking on my neck. Not sure why she picks me to crawl all over. There are at least twenty guys here who’d be happy to fuck her, but me? Not so much.
Being that I have a babysitting gig, I can’t do shit with Red, but I have twenty minutes of trying to fight the bitch off when Tiny come’s waddling up to me laughing.
“Got some little tart at the gate.” He says, throwing a thumb toward the monitors on the wall. Must be the friend.
“Open it,” I tell him, “And as for you, get the fuck off me.” I try to shake Red, but it’s a no go. She pouts and stomps her damn foot. That shit is not cute.
“Come on, baby. Let’s go to your room,” she pleads with desperation seeping out of her like a rank smell. I like ‘em eager and willing, not desperate and needy. I avoid that kinda shit.
I move to leave her when she grabs my arm, tugging me back toward her.
“Keep tuggin’ on my fuckin’ arm bitch, and imma start tuggin’ back. I promise you Red, you won’t like it.” What the fuck is wrong with her? I hate grabby, needy bitches. Keep your fucking hands to yourself. “I’m not interested in that pussy of yours right now. Been there, done that, not what I’m lookin’ for.” She rips her hands away like I burned her.
“Fuck you!” she spits.
“I’ll pass, sweet cheeks,” I say as I smack her ass on my way to the door. Her jaw hits the floor and she glares at me, but if I said the word, she’d be spread eagle on my bed in a goddamn heartbeat. She wouldn’t make me ask her twice.
I’m standing near the door when I hear a soft knock on the old worn wood, and right off the bat I can tell you this girl has never been to the club before. That knock comes from someone who’s scared. Who the fuck knocks in the first place anyway? Fuck, I bet she’s a goddamn librarian, or some church bitch. Christ.
I’m not looking forward to this babysitting gig, but I’ll do what I gotta do and then she’s Lil and Tanks problem.
Throwing open the door I announce like an asshole, “Welcome to Hell.”
I’m not fucking prepared for the bitch on the other side. Nothing could have prepared me for that shit. My words are suddenly crammed right back down my throat and I choke on those motherfuckers.