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Fresh Veggies

Rampage

              That fucking kiss was worth that Chevy. I’d give her a vehicle every day for the rest of my goddamn life for that exact same reaction from her.

Someone sweet like her doesn’t belong with someone like me, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to soak that shit up. Men like me don’t get those types of women. I don’t get to touch perfection as pure as that, let alone taste it. It was a taste of something I’ll never have, but it’s something I’ll never forget.

That simple gesture from her lightened something in me, hitting a spot in my soul I didn’t know I had. I’ve never given someone happiness like that in my life, and as dumb as it sounds, it makes me feel a little bit humble, having the things I have that others just can’t get. Lala had a look of pure joy and happiness on her face, and I put that shit there. I actually feel happy, knowing I could give her that. Best fucking thing I ever did, even if it was only something small for someone who deserves so much more.

****

It’s been a week and Lala hasn’t been back around.  Although she left me with that great fucking memory, I’m still chewing at the bit to see her again. She don’t owe me shit, but I find myself getting even more pissy with each passing day I don’t see her. Why the fuck hasn’t she been around? I even went as far as to ask Lil about her. Yeah I went all high school and shit, but it had to be done for my sanity.

Lil filled me in on meeting Lala when she started tutoring her at the college. They’d become friends, but she knew nothing of Lala’s life outside of that. She asked why I wanted to know and I had no good reason. I just want to see her again.

I stop my musings when Gin throws a cigarette at me from across the parking space, hitting my arm, “You ready to head back, asshole?” He looks miserable and that shit makes me happy. Water is coming down in sheets and his ass is soaked to the bone.

No, I’m not ready. I got a call a few hours ago saying to meet our guy here and the fucker never showed. That shit really fucks my mood up. You tell me you’re gonna be somewhere, you better fucking be there. I’m not gonna sit out here all night. This torrential downpour started about ten minutes ago, and I’m sick of sitting in it myself.

“Guess so, ya fuckin’ dickhead. At least you won’t need to shower for the next few days,” I say to him. Knowing how fuckin’ miserable he is right now makes this trip worthwhile.

              Pulling up to the club lot, it’s crawling toward one in the morning. The rain is coming down even heavier, if that’s even possible. I’m soaking fucking wet. All I need is a hot shower so I can pass the fuck out. I’m rounding the corner when I see the Chevy sitting outside the gates at the far end of the property.

What the fuck?

“Who the fucks that?” Gin asks, pulling his piece.

“Calm down there, killer. It’s Lil’s friend. Imma see what’s up.”

Gin looks to the truck and back to me, “You good?”

Nodding, I make my way to the truck, trying to figure out why she would park outside the gates, and not inside.

Rounding on the driver’s side door, I see the window smashed out. Fuck.

Shards of glass cling to the window frame, and inside, there’s glass all over the driver’s seat and floor. I finally look up and see Lala. Shit.

She’s in the passenger seat passed out, wrapped up in a small blanket. I don’t fucking like how this is looking.

Knocking on the car softly, I try not to scare the fuck out of her, “Lala?”

Jerking awake, she pulls a wood bat out of the blanket and begins to frantically look around.

“Lala, it’s just me ok?” I tear the bandana from around my face and remove my hat, trying to help the situation.

I hold up my hands and say, “Calm the fuck down. It’s only me.”

Those big blues widen as she stares at me for a second, her face marred with confusion and worry. I give her time, then she finally seems to remember where she’s at.

“The fuck ya doin’ out here?” I ask. Turning her head a little, she looks out the window and back to me, still trying to wake up I guess. When she moves her face I see a cut on her cheek and blood on her face. Her lip is also bleeding. What the hell happened? “You’re bleedin’. You get in a wreck or somethin’?” Sitting the bat down by her feet, she shakes her head no, but doesn’t elaborate.

“What are ya doin’ outside the club at one in the goddamn mornin’?”

Biting her lip, she looks upset and embarrassed, “Lil said if I ever needed anything… and well, she’s not around…” she trails off.

“Not followin’, babe, so stop blabbering and say what you have to say.”

Pulling the blanket off cautiously, she uses it to swipe glass from the driver’s seat and moves to sit behind the wheel. That’s when I see her shirt ripped at the neck. What the fuck? I’m trying hard not to jump to conclusions here, but this whole scene is fucked.

She’s careful not to look at me, staring straight at the steering wheel when she says, “I was just lookin’ for Lil. I know she’s out of town, but I just kept driving and found myself here. I know I shouldn’t have come here, I just didn’t have anywhere else to go,” she says, her voice quiet and shaky.

I just stare at her because I don’t know what the fuck else to do. We’re both stuck in this uncomfortable silence ‘til I can’t hold it in any longer, “Not gonna explain the window? Your face?”

Biting her lip, she looks down into her lap at her hands. I don’t like that shit and I have lost all fucking patience.

“Lala!” She flinches and moves away from the window. Shit.

“I promise I’ll fix it. Please don’t be pissed,” she pleads.

What? Why the fuck would she think I would be pissed over a goddamn window? If she wants to drive the damn thing off a cliff, that’s fine with me, as long as her ass jumps out before it goes over.

She goes to put the keys in the ignition, ready to leave, but I’m not having that shit. She’s gonna talk, so I reach in and snatch the keys away from her, tossing them over the gate. They land inside the fence on the cement with a clink. She’s not fucking leaving yet.

“Don’t give a fuck about the window, Lala, but what I do give a fuck about is that you’re outside my club at one in the goddamn morning. You’re bleedin’, wet, ‘n sleepin’ in your car. Now, get the fuck outta the car. I’m taking you inside.” I’m done with this questions and no answers bullshit.

****

              “This is gonna hurt,” I tell her. She’s sitting on the bar top with me sitting between her legs. It’s hard as fuck to focus on what I’m doing with her straddling me. Tags is standing at her side, holding a first aid kit, looking bored as fuck.

“Here,” he says, handing me a cotton ball covered in alcohol.

I wrap a hand around the side of her neck to hold her still. She flinches when the alcohol soaked cotton ball touches her cut cheek, and I hate the fact that I’m putting her in any kind of pain. I really hate the fact that somebody did this to her.

“I’m sorry, babe, but I gotta clean the cut.” Nodding her head, she squeezes her eyes shut and bites down on her bottom lip.

I try to be careful, but I know that shit is going to sting and burn like a bitch. Being this close to her face just drives home how fuckin’ beautiful she is, and how very pissed off I am having to see her like this.

Touching the cotton ball to her cheek, she immediately jerks her head out of my hands. “Shit!”

“Stop fuckin’ movin’.”

“God! It stings like acid,” she yells at me.

“Jesus Christ. It ain’t that bad, babe.”

“Easy for you to say, tough guy,” she narrows her eyes and grumbles at me. Mouthy ass woman.

I try again, but she just can’t sit still, “Stop bein’ so goddamn twitchy. It’ll only sting for a second, but you’ll live. I’ll fix ya up ‘n you’ll be good as new.” Giving me one good glare from those deep blue beauties, she closes her eyes and sighs.

              After taking care of her, I take her to my room, give her one of my t-shirt’s to wear, then I hit the shower. I’m gonna give her a few minutes to pull her shit together and she’s gonna talk.

Not even fifteen minutes have passed before I come out of the bathroom to find her asleep in my bed, making herself right at home. She’s lying on her side, wrapped up in a mess of sheets and blankets. She made quick work of making a mess of the bed, but it’s like she put herself in a bubble of blankets and pillows.

She’s fucking beautiful with her blonde hair all over the place and her half naked body lying in my bed. The thought of crawling up in there with her, wrapping myself around her sounds so tempting. I want my hands on her so fucking bad.

I’ve got no fucking clue what to do next. There’s only one reason a bitch is ever in my bed, and after I fuck ‘em, they know to get the fuck out. There is no cuddling, no kissing, and no sweet nothings from me. You get my dick, you get off, and you get gone.

Staring at Lala in my bed makes me feel something completely different. Looking at her fucks with me in a way I’ve never been fucked with before. There’s not a goddamn thing in this world that would get me to move her right now. I won’t admit it out loud, but I like seeing her in my bed. She may not belong there, but I’ll be damned if she doesn’t look good in it.

“Who the fucks that?” Arms asks as he sticks his head through the door, cutting into my thoughts. He sees what I’m looking at and smiles at the parts of her body that aren’t under the blanket. Fucking pervert. I can’t even leave my fucking door open without nosey fucks thinking it’s ok to just walk the fuck on in. I should’ve known better than to leave it open when I went to shower.

“A friend, now fuck off.” He looks at me like he doesn’t believe a goddamn word I’m saying.

“A friend, my ass. You not fuckin’ that hot piece of ass, send her to my room. I’ll fuck her real good.” Shoving him out of my room, I slam the door in his face. Asshole. “The offer still stands, brother.”

“Stay the fuck away from her, Arms,” I holler through the closed door. I hear him walking away, laughing his ass off. Fuck this. I decide to let her get some rest… for now.

                                                       

I tried to stay out of that damn room as long as I possibly could. I sat at the bar and had a few drinks with Arms and Gin. I watched some TV. Hell, I even played a game of pool. I killed two hours – two sad, pathetic hours, but I couldn’t stay out here forever.

Standing in my doorway, I debate on what to do. It’s been a packed house here tonight, meaning that there isn’t a damn place to sleep in this club. Every room is full. There are even people sleeping on the couches in the main room and the loft. I could go home, but than Lala would be here alone and that shit is not a good idea. She’d be fine if it was just my brothers, but there are  guys from another club here tonight, hence the packed house. I don’t trust any of those motherfucker’s around her.

I’m tired.

I go to my room  and ay my ass down in bed, making sure I keep to my side. If I touch her, I might not be able to stop myself. I’ll wake her ass up and have my way with her, and I know she won’t say no.

****

A while later I wake up to Gin beating down my door, “Get up, fucker! Church in thirty!”

Looking over to my side, Lala is snuggled right up against me. I’m lying on my back and she’s turned away from me, but her back and ass are nestled close into my side. Can’t say that I hate it.

“Rampage, let’s go man.”

“I hear ya, dammit. Stop banging down my fucking door and I’ll be there in a second.”

              Church was church, same old shit. After it was over, I stuck my head into my room to check on Lala, but she was still out cold, so I let her be. She must be tired.

I did some work in the shop, had lunch, drank some beers and made plans to help Gin later on. Killed about six hours and I still hadn’t heard or seen her since I left her in bed. I figured once she woke up she’d come out. Guess I was wrong.

Going back into my room, she’s still in the bed, in the exact same spot I left her in. It doesn’t look like that girl has moved. Fuck. Did she die on me?

I remember her cut and busted up lip and I start thinking maybe something more was wrong with her. How fucking sick would it be if she crawled in my bed and died? Jesus Christ.

I rush over, sitting down on the bed and reach a hand out to check her pulse. She’s alive, thank fuck.

“Lala?” I whisper, but I get nothing from her.

I throw out a little prayer and try that shit again, “Babe, ya gotta wake the fuck up,” She starts to move a little, so I bend down and study her face.

She cracks an eye open and looks at me through a mess of hair and long lashes. Even looking rough, she’s beautiful.

“Lala?” She doesn’t say anything, but she smiles at me. It’s some cute little sleepy smile that makes me smile right back at her. Fuck me.

Turning over, she throws her arms above her head and stretches that long, lean body of hers, pulling my shirt up just below her tits and and fuck if I don’t stare. Her underwear are pink and skimpy, begging to be ripped off her body so I can have a taste of her.

“Mornin’, Rampage.” She says softly. I could wake up to that shit every day. “How long have I been asleep?”

“Fuck, babe. You’ve been out, for like, fifteen hours.”

Sitting up, she pulls the shirt down and scoots up against the wall. “Wow. I’m really sorry for just taking over your bed. I don’t get much sleep, if any these days.”

She doesn’t get much sleep? Why the fuck not?

“So, thank you for taking me in and letting me sleep in here. I’m starting to rack up quite a debt with you.”

I watch her eyes drop and her face change, but she says it again, very softly, “Thank you for everything, Rampage.” She sure the fuck knows how to undo me with just a few words.