12

Blunts

Rampage

             I can’t believe I was pulled into Church, away from a wet and naked Lala for this shit. Jesus Christ! I could have stayed buried deep in that tight pussy all night. I should’ve stayed. Don’t get me wrong, this shit is important, but it could have waited until the morning, that’s for fucking sure.

“Burned him out back,” Gin says mindlessly, carving into the wooden armrest of his chair when I sit across from him. Leo grins like an asshole. First church since I repainted the parking lot red. Figured it was coming.

“Ya just blew a hole in his head,” Stitch snickers.

Reaching over the table, Tiny smacks my shoulder, “Atta boy.”

“Should have let me have a little fun with him first,” King adds.

“Wasn’t planned. Just kinda thought, ‘fuck it’, ya know?” I tell him. It’s not like I thought it through, I just kinda went with it. This is the first time we’ve talked about it, so I guess it was time to talk about it. These motherfuckers don’t let shit sit.

“Well his head exploded. Might be some little pieces of brain on the roof,” Stitch laughs.

“Made my fuckin’ night,” Gin laughs.

“Oh yeah. It was fan-fucking-tastic,” Tank mocks. “Know who that asshole was you blew a hole through?”

              Sure the fuck didn’t, and I sure the fuck don’t care now. He was a point that needed to be made. I think I got my point across quite precisely.

“Does it fuckin’ matter?”

“Jesus Christ. You ever think about shit before ya do it?”

That’s a loaded question. I think about fucking Lala before I do it. I think about it all the fucking time. Do I think about killing someone to keep her safe? Think about blowing holes in people who fuck with what’s mine. Fuck no. I do what needs to be done when it needs to be done.

“Nope.”

“Well let me educate ya, yeah? He was a member of none other than… wait for it … The Demons.”

Oh fuck. My point was made then. Nice. Again two birds, one stone sorta shit. 

“Yeah. Saw that shit click in there, ya dumb fuck,” Tank grumbles and shakes his head. I still don’t give a fuck though. Would do it again in a heartbeat.

“Still not findin’ that ‘give a fuck,’ brother.”

              “What the fuck? He came onto our property with that weasel. He wasn’t flyin’ his fuckin’ colors,” Sargent points out. Yeah, good fuckin’ point.

“That was the fuckin’ idea, asshole. You think that motherfucker was gettin’ on our property wearin’ his cut? He knew what he was doin’. I’m sure the Demons thought we would kill pipsqueak, starting a war that way since he was under guard. I bet they weren’t expectin’ it to be one of them. Either way, a Demon is dead, and that’s gonna be a problem.”

Well shit. Guess I didn’t see this coming, but oh well. Ain’t shit I can do about it now. He’s ashes in the fire pit out back. We could probably get a prospect out there to dig his shit out and send it back to his own shithole.

“Heads up. We got a war comin’ our way boys.”

Grins are passed around the table. My brothers and I live for this shit.

****

              Leaning against my bedroom doorframe, I watch the three women in my bed giggle and pass around a fucking joint. It’s a goddamn joke around this fucking club. Bitches cuddled up in my bed, getting’ high. They’re like goddamn hippies. I was gone thirty minutes.

“Rampage!” Lala squeals with her hair and tits bouncing all over the place.

“Whatcha’ doin’, Lala?”

              “Want a hit?” She giggles and waves around the joint. I shake my head no. What I want is for Cali and Lil to get the fuck out of my bed so I can crawl up in there with Lala.

Sticking it back between those juicy ass lips, she inhales deeply, closing her eyes while she sucks that shit in. Clearly she’s done this shit before. Sitting up on her knees, she leans into Cali, blowing it into Cali’s mouth. My dick really liked that shit. I’m ready to fuck her again. If the bitch brigade would clear the fuck out of my room, I could. Not that I’m opposed to fucking with an audience.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Tags groans from behind me. Turning my head, I see him standing a few feet away, watching the girls, looking like he’s enjoying this shit too.

“Thanks for the jerk off material, ladies,” he says and nods as he wanders off.

“You’re welcome,” Lala sings back. Christ.

              “Night, lovers,” Lil calls as she finally hauls her ass the fuck out of my room. Lala’s standing in the middle of the bed looking high as fuck, her and Cali jumping up and down like it’s a goddamn slumber party. What the fuck is happening in this club? Before Lil came home, this place was for us motherfuckers. Bro’s and ho’s all the goddamn time. Business was handled here. Deals were made here. We drank and partied here. Fucked the whores here.

Now it’s like summer camp for women. We got bitches jumping on beds, braiding hair, playing dress up, decorating shit, drinking tea. I’m fucking suffocating in pussy, not that it’s a terrible way to die, but Jesus fucking Christ, it’s not all my pussy.

“Stitch! Come get your bitch.” Had about enough of their crazy asses.

              After Cali is drug out by Stitch, I climb into bed with my back leaning against the wall. Lala straddles my lap the second my ass hits the mattress. She lost her shirt five minutes ago, which I’m not gonna argue. That tight pussy only covered in some tiny black panties presses into my dick. A small rolled joint hangs from her lips and her tits are in my goddamn face. She’s so fuckin’ hot. Bitches shouldn’t be this fucking beautiful. Shit ain’t fair to mankind.

“Does it bother you that I got high?”

“Fuck no. Who the fuck you think you’re talkin’ to?” I could give a fuck if she wants to get high. A slow smile creeps over those lips when she gets mouthy.

“Right. You’re a fuckin’ badass. I forgot.”

“Damn fucking right. Don’t ever forget that shit.” She takes a hit and offers it to me, “You want me to get high with ya, baby?” Nodding enthusiastically, she smiles a devious smile. A smile that makes my dick twitch. Trying to take it from her hand, she smacks my hand away, hard.

“Goddamn, Lala.” Instantly she stops what she’s doing, tilts her head and looks at me. “Why do you call me that?”

“Call ya what?”

“Lala?” I don’t even realize I say it anymore. It’s just a natural fucking thing to say now.

“Lailah is fancy, baby. Don’t get me wrong, you look fuckin’ fancy, but baby, you’re not. You’re sweet ‘n relaxed. No drama. No stress. Easy to be around. Lala fits ya better.”

“Okay.” See? Easy.

              Leaning into me, her tits press into my chest. That shit makes me so goddamn hard I have to take a few deep breaths. Her lips are inches from mine, and I really want to stick my dick in between those plump lips. Don’t get me wrong, I want her to suck my dick, but for the life of me, I can’t keep it out of her pussy. That’s where I always stick it, but it’ll happen soon. I grab her hand and bring it to my lips, taking a nice, big hit off that joint. She smiles and whispers, “Okay, boss.”

****

              Pulling back up to the club, I cut the engine, hop off and head in, straight for my room and Lala. I know she’s in there. She doesn’t wander. Opening the door, I find one flawless, long ass leg propped up on the edge of the bed. Her long golden hair is hanging around her shoulders and she’s wearing nothing but a fucking pair of lace blue panties. That’s it. Fuck. I love when she forgets to get dressed.

Those hands are rubbing lotion on her leg, and it’s like a personal show. I can’t help the groan that leaves my throat. She’s a wet fucking dream. I’ve got to close my eyes because that shit is just too much to fucking handle. Once I open them back up, I notice the small bag on the floor by her feet, along with those red ‘fuck me’ heels waiting for her.

“Lala, the fuck ya doin’?”

              She doesn’t even look up at me. “Getting ready for work,” she says like I should fucking know. Work? As in strip club work? She better fucking hope she’s got another job I’m unaware of, like working at Subway or some shit.

“You’re shittin’ me, right?” Tilting her head in my direction she looks at me funny.

“No. I’ve already taken off too much time and I have to work.” No?

“You’re not goin’ back. You don’t fuckin’ strip no more.” She fucking laughs. “Something funny?”

“I have to go. It’s my job. I’ve got bills to pay.”

“You need money? I got that shit. Gave your ass a car. Don’t think I won’t throw down for your other shit, too.”

“You didn’t give me a car,” she corrects me. Has she lost her fucking mind? Where the fuck did my sweet and compliant little Lala go? I left a well fucked and happy bitch in my bed, not this… woman.

              “I didn’t?” I’m really feeling like I’m losing my shit here.

“No. I told you I’m paying you back.”

“The fuck you are.”

“Whatever, Rampage. Either way, I’ve gotta work.” Bitch just shut me right the fuck down. Lucky for her I just don’t roll over on shit. She wants me to fight her about it? I’m down.

“You’re not goin’. You got shit ass judgment. Last time you left here alone, you got your ass kidnapped and beat the fuck up. You like when that motherfucker hits you?” Instantly I regret my words. I know that shit wasn’t her fault.

“Fuck you,” she spits at me.

Reaching a hand into her bag, she pulls out the car keys and tosses them at me. I take that shit back. She doesn’t toss, she fuckin’ chucks ‘em at me, nailing me in the chest.

“I’m not going to do this with you. I may get my ass beat when I try to stay in one place too long, but fuck you. I’ve been supporting and taking care of myself since I was fifteen years old, motherfucker. I may not be good at anything, but I can dance, and I’m damn good at it. It’s kept me clothed and fed, even kept a roof over my head. I have never asked for, or have been given, anything. I take care of me. You want to hold that car and what happened against me, you do that. You take that fucking car and shove it up your superior fucking ass. We’re done, and I’m out.”