10

Sick Love

Rampage

 

Three weeks. Three goddamn fucking weeks.

I hadn’t heard from her for a few days after she left, but my bed and I gave her that. She needed a few days, fine. Three days was all I would give her. Sis gave me her number. I called, but I got nothing except for some generic fucking answering machine. Fuck that nonsense. Lil had no clue where she lived, and the only address she could get from the college was a P.O. Box in some state halfway across the fucking country. What the fuck was that all about?

I called every goddamn day for two weeks and got the same motherfucking thing. Lil said she stopped coming to class and she hadn’t heard from her, either. I hate this shit. I hate not knowing what the fuck is going on and it’s my fault. I knew shit was going on and I just let her walk the fuck out. Part of me thinks she could be lying in a ditch somewhere dead because I didn’t find out more about what was going on in her life. I was so worried about getting my dick wet that I never once thought about her life outside these walls, knowing what I knew. Maybe she saw what was going on with us as a quick fling and with no one to confide in, she left. She could be halfway across the country and I’ll never see her again. Fuck.

The thing of it is, is that I miss her. I miss her laugh, her smell, her smart-ass mouth. Is he gone or is she hurt with no way of getting a hold of me? What the fuck do I do? I need to start looking for her. I can’t ignore the fact that someone was hurting her before she came here. Lil is worried sick and getting no answers from the school, and Lil is the only friend she even has. If she left, I’ll live with it, but I need to find out what happened to her. I need to get the brothers to start looking into shit so we can find out what happened to Lala. I’m scared shitless of what we may find.

****

              “Lil’s gonna string my fuckin’ balls up for this shit,” Tank grunts, keeping his head ducked low as we walk in. Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you’re a pussy whipped bitch. You start giving a fuck about what your woman thinks and you become a sad fucking asshole.

The fucking joint is packed as we walk in. It’s five dudes to one bitch. Too much fucking cock in one room for my liking, but this is business, and our business is often held in joints like this. There ain’t no better mix than drugs, money, and pussy. Shit always flows together nicely.

Loud music, strobe lights, smoke and alcohol permeate the air. Sitting down at a booth right up next to the stage, I watch some red head bitch grind herself on the floor for a while. Bitch doesn’t do pole work because she avoids that shit like the plague. She’s not bad, but nothing to get excited over, either.

Tank’s meeting with some guy over some blow, so here we are. Happy, Gin, and myself, are here for backup. This strip club belongs to another MC, one that we’ve been on shaky ground with.

“The little prick is here,” Tank nods over at the little shit in the booth a few feet away, looking annoyed as shit. Tank gets up and heads over to set up the deal, leaving us here to watch what this place considers “entertainment.”

“Drapes don’t match the curtains. I hate when bitches do that shit,” Happy grumbles.               The redhead on stage comes over toward us, trying to give the boys a good show while Gin’s busy texting Peaches. The asshole is neck deep in pussy and all he gives a fuck about is his women. Never thought I’d see the day.

Keeping my eyes going from Tank to the stage, I watch as the girl grinds herself on the floor. Her song of choice is cliché as fuck. Pour Some Sugar on Me plays around the club, and I can’t help but think the bitch should be a little more creative. I lose interest real quick.

A little while later, some chunky ass girl brings us some drinks and eye fucks the shit out of me. She bends over to hand me my shot, making sure to push her enormous tits close to my face. I wouldn’t bother with any of these bitches. Not one of them’s got shit on Lala… no bitch does. Even with my lack of interest, our waitress throws me a wink before leaving.

Throwing back my shot, I decide to get comfortable. This shit with Tank is taking longer than expected, so I decide to lean back and try to enjoy the free show.

              It’s climbing toward midnight on a Saturday night, and this club is busy. As the girls come and go, I see the place starts to really get even more crowded, like standing room only, crowded. Each girl on stage gets a little better, but every motherfucker in the place is focused on that stage after the last little mixed cutie shakes her huge ass on stage.

“Looks like the headliner’s next,” Happy says, nodding toward the stage and rubbing his greedy hands together. Yeah, no shit. The assholes start pushing and shoving their way to the stage, dicks and money in hand.

“Get ready for the hot bitches now,” Gin finally says, looking up from his phone.

The lights dim, something they don’t do a whole hell of a lot of in strip clubs, so I stay on alert, just in case. They want you to see the goods, get a nice hard-on, and give ‘em your whole fucking paycheck. This girl must be something else if she doesn’t need the lights to bring in the cash. A deep, slow bass kicks on as the bitch comes onto the stage, and I can see her silhouette. Holy fuck.

I can’t see her face, but her body is fucking perfect. Hot red heels sit at the end of some long, toned legs. I can’t help but be mesmerized by her slim waist and thick hips, along with a beautiful round ass covered in fringe. She starts to move slowly around the pole, making that shit look like it’s an art, not some shitty pole dance. Her body moves along that pole with so much sex appeal, I can’t take my eyes off of her.

She bends her long, lean body over, running her hands slowly from her ankles, all the way up to those big, perky tits, also covered in that fringe shit. When her hands glide up to her neck, she raises her face to the crowd and there she is.

Holy fuck. Holy fucking shit.

“Shit,” Gin’s head whips toward me, his eyes huge.

“That Lala?” Happy asks stupidly, looking a little worried.

“FUCK!” I feel like I might be sick. Fuck it, I might fucking lose it and kill her. My sweet ass Lala is up there working the pole like a motherfucking pro. She looks fucking perfect doing that shit, too. She’s every man’s fantasy up there.

My vision starts going fuzzy, hands start shaking, and my body fills with rage. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m at the stage, face to face with my girl. Yeah, I fucking said it − my girl. She’s been mine since she set foot in my motherfucking club.

“LALA!” I scream.

Some motherfucker sitting on a chair right next to the stage jumps up and gets in my face, “Back the fuck away from my bitch.”

His bitch?

His bitch.

She wasn’t his bitch while she was with me, letting me taste all that sweet. Fuck him!

“Oh God, please no. Rampage?” That soft sweet voice says in what I’m guessing is shock. Yeah I’m shocked as fuck too, baby. Never in my life did I think I’d be walking in on this shit tonight. I’ve been worried sick as fuck about this girl, and here she is, shaking her ass for a bunch of dirty fuckin’ men while her self-appointed boyfriend sits and watches the whole fucking thing.

“Bitch, keep fuckin’ dancin’,” he yells at Lala. Her eyes are wide and scared shitless as she looks at me. This whole scene is so fucking wrong.

Her little shit of a boyfriend starts shoving at my chest, barking out all kinds of shit in my direction. How stupid. My fist meets his face and all hell breaks loose.

              Bouncers, patrons, and my brothers are all up in my face, but all I can see is Lala standing up there on that stage, letting all these assholes get a good look at her. They’re looking at what’s mine, goddammit. The little fuckwad is screaming at her to keep fuckin’ dancing, then telling me how he’s gonna fucking kill me while he holds his bloody nose.

“Lala,” Her eyes find mine again and she looks upset as fuck. Tears are streaming down her cheeks, making her eyes a brighter blue.

“Rampage. You gotta cool your shit, man,” Tank says, grabbing me around the top of my shoulders.

“Fuck this shit. Get your ass in the back, you stupid cunt,” Lala’s little friend screams at her. I watch her cower back. Fuck that.

Making a grab for him, he jumps up and behind Lala. Her eyes look straight at the floor. When she finally looks up, I try to search for something – anything − in those blue eyes.

“Lala, c’mon. Let’s go, okay?” I want to get her the fuck out of here. Why the fuck won’t she come to me?

She doesn’t move. She won’t look at me anymore. The little fuck grabs around her arm and starts to shove her toward the back with two big fucks covering them both.

“Please Ryan,” I hear her yell and I want to fucking kill him. Crush his windpipe, kill him. Rip his body apart and let him bleed to death, kill him.

“Shut the fuck up. Get in back ‘n change, bitch. You’re dancin’ again.”

What the fuck is she doin’? Why the fuck won’t she talk to me?

“Lala!” I watch him practically drag her off the stage, shoving her through a door and she’s gone. No look back, no explanation. Not a motherfucking thing. She’s really just gonna go with that asshole? Fuck it. Fuck this whole fucking thing.

I leave that strip club so fucked up I can barely walk or talk. Fuck that bitch.

****

              “C’mon, Red. Someone’s gonna suck my dick tonight, and since you like to be the slut you are, you got the job.”

Red starts running to catch up to me like the desperate fucking bitch she is. She makes me sick, but what I just had to watch makes me even sicker. Making our way through my bedroom door, she starts stripping off her clothes ‘til she’s completely naked in front of me. I watch as she comes to me, pulling my shirt up over my head and licking my neck. I’m not making out with the bitch so I tell her, “The only thing I want you to do is get on your knees, pull out my dick and suck it. I don’t wanna talk, I don’t wanna fuck, I just want you to suck it like the good little slut you are.

She looks surprised and disappointed, ready to say something when I give her a look that stops her in her tracks. She looks pissed off, but does as I tell her. She pulls out my dick and begins stroking it to get me hard. When that doesn’t do the job, she starts licking around the piercing in the tip, then sucking it into her mouth, and she sucks. I’m too big for her to take all the way, but I don’t give a fuck. I grab the back of her head and shove my dick to the back of her throat, making her take what she can and then some, but it’s still not deep enough. I’m sitting on the corner of the bed with her between my legs, fucking her mouth while I stare at the wall. The more I force my dick down her throat, the more out of control I feel. I wanna nut and get this over with, but I need the release, and I need it bad. I’m not nice. I pump in and out hard and fast, not feeling bad about being so forceful, but I know this is the kind of shit this bitch likes. She’s had a lot of practice and she’s rubbing herself the whole time, getting off on it.

It all happened so fast. One second I’m coming down Red’s throat, feeling that empty satisfaction of shooting out my load when I hear voices getting louder as they come through the hall. Before I can get up to tuck my shit back in my pants, my door is thrown wide open. Not one thing about what either one of us are seeing right now is right. It’s so beyond fucked up.

I shove Red backwards, pulling my pants up and shoving my dick in as I make my way to Lala. Red’s in the background running her goddamn mouth, but I don’t give a fuck.

                Lala starts to leave, but not before I grab her arm and pull her to me, “I’m sorry, Rampage,” she says. I have been dying to hear that voice for weeks now and here it is, but it’s not the one I want to hear. Her voice is broken and scared.

              I hold her face up toward me and she doesn’t look good. I know I didn’t leave her looking like this. There’s no makeup, no long smooth hair. She’s wearing a white, zip up sweatshirt with the hood up and blood down the front. Her hair is matted to her cheeks and hanging down the sides in a wild mess. She’s wearing a pair of my black baggy sweats that she must have taken when she left. What the fuck did I leave her to? Why didn’t I just take her instead of leaving her with that fuckstick? I couldn’t look past my own ego to see she was in trouble. She obviously didn’t make the choice to stay and have this done to her if she didn’t feel she had to.

I’m thinking all these things while I stare at her, not saying anything. One of her eyes is black and blue, damn near swollen shut. It’s only been a few hours since I saw her, so it shouldn’t be this fucking bad… not yet. Her lip is split in two places, both deep and bleeding pretty bad. The blood is slowly gliding down her chin, down her neck and into her sweatshirt. The skin around her neck and shoulders are red, purple, black and blue. She was obviously being choked by more than someone’s goddamn hands.

FUCK!

“Get out!” I growl at Red. I’m gonna lose my shit and I know it. It’s slipping away and I can’t grab it fast enough. I can feel my shit going real quick and it’ll be Red who catches it if she doesn’t get the fuck out. My eyes stay on Lala, but she is trying to look away from me. She flinches and takes a step back when I yell. Goddammit. “Red. I said get the fuck out,” She stands there, hands on her hips, but-ass naked. Bitch isn’t going without a fight.

“What?”

“Out!” I can’t stand that Lala went through this kind of shit tonight, only to come to me and see me getting my dick sucked. I fucked this shit up so bad. I’ve made her night even worse.

“I’m sorry, Rampage. I don’t know where to go… I need you.” Lala whispers softly, looking me straight in the eyes as tears pour out of hers. I feel that shit to the depths of my dead, black heart. The need in her words eats at me. She needed me and I left her. I let that shit slip. I should have stayed. I should have made her come with me. Fuck, I should have beat that motherfucker to death and forced her if I had to, but I didn’t. I hate myself. I was pissed at her and getting my rocks off ‘cause I was pissed at her, while she was getting the living shit beat out of her. “Yeah baby, I’m here.”

              Lala walks around Red and me. Red is still naked and looking stupid standing there. I can’t blame her for this shit since I’m the one who dragged her in here so I could get off, but I should only have to tell her to leave once.

I watch Lala walk right to my dresser and pull out a shirt. She doesn’t even give a second thought before unzipping her sweatshirt. She’s not wearing a goddamn thing under it. She  tosses it on the floor with all my dirty clothes and I have to look away. There are bruises everywhere, all over her body. So fucking bad.

“I get you fucked her, but who the fuck does this bitch think she is? She doesn’t belong here, and she sure as shit doesn’t belong in her with you now. She left and I’m still here. I don’t share, Rampage.” Red yells at me. Really? Who the fuck does she think she is? She’s club gash, everyone gets a piece of her shit. She’s got me fucked up.

“Do not make me remove you from my room, bitch. I said get the fuck out.”

“Fuck this stupid cunt. She’s nasty. Look at her bruises and shit. She a fuckin’ junky or some shit? What the fuck is she even doing here?”

I completely lose it… Again. Before I know what I’m doing, I’ve got Red pinned up against the wall by her neck, “You ever talk about her like that again, I. WILL. KILL. YOU. I’ll put a bullet right between your motherfucking eyes, kill ya.” I shove her ass out the door while she’s crying and screaming at me.

Everyone is standing in the hall staring at me. I find the eyes of the only person in this place, besides Lala, that I care about and what they think of me, and she’s staring daggers at me. Sis hates me. I fucking hate me. Slamming the door, I turn around to Lala. She said she needs me, so I’m here to take care of her.

              She’s under the blankets and wrapped up in the sheets. I feel fucking sick about what was goin’ on in this room before she walked in, but it’s the only place I want her. This shit is so wrong. She doesn’t care and I think that’s the worst part of it all. She’s so broken she doesn’t give a fuck that she’s in a bedroom that I was just getting my dick sucked in. Seeing her looking so out of touch with what’s happened scares me for her and myself. Seeing her like this breaks something in me, and I don’t think I’ll ever be whole again.