They Call Him Rage (The Wicked Saints Series - Book 1)

Chapter 2: Black n' Blue

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"Come on Myra. You've been at this for hours." Jaylen says while checking her nails

"You need to get laid girl. All this pent up tension is no good. You need some of that leather di-" I threw my sweat towel at her face on that note.

"Bitch" she screeches at me, while I just roll my eyes at her dramatics.

"I don't need no leather anything." I sigh exasperated with just life at the moment.

With a smirked plastered on my face I say " That's what el diablo is for." All this with a shit eating grin getting bigger and bigger. As she just stares at me, jaw dropped in shock. I dont know why shes so shocked. Its not the first time I chose my dildo of a man. It damn sure wont be the last.

I give her final look I say," Close your mouth boo boo before you end up with that d between your lips, " I bend down to grab my water bottle letting out a hiss.

"Bitch did you just.." I start to say but she cut me off by saying "Yes I did. You deserved it"

I take a swig of my water bottle and follow Jay out. Only half listening to what she has to say.

Thinking back to a couple weeks ago when I saw Mr. Tall dark and handsome. I found out from Angelique that his name is Rage. The name doesn't really suit him. Maybe giant should be his name. Considering his ass is so tall, that I just come up to his shoulder.

For the past week I haven't seen him. I'm not really sure why I care. But then again I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss having his eyes caressing my every curve. Hell I made sure I wore my shortest daisy dukes and tightest crop top that shows off my flat tummy and swell of my breast just right. Hell I worked hard on this body, might as well enjoy showing it off.

"-inking we go around two. I need to get my nails filled. Pick up some new smexys. Im trying to get it in with..." she says while finally realizing I haven't listened to a thing she's been talking about for the last who knows how many minutes. All the while spending those same minutes thinking about Rage.

Just that name sends shivers down my spine. Makes me wonder what hes been up to this last week.

Rages P.O.V

Pulling into the lot for the clubhouse, I see a couple of my brothers with a few hang a rounds. Usually seeing those girls would have my dick screaming to get wet. But I can't seem to get a pair of blue eyes and browns of my head. Not to mention that round peach.

Just thinking about it gets my blood pumping and jeans tightening unbearably behind my zipper. Fuck I need to fuck her out of my system. But shes my SA Soldiers little sister. Shes not like the hang around. I've never been interested in having a old lady. So I'll just have to deal with looking instead of touching, when it comes to her.

Speaking of Soldier I noticed hanging around his sisters friend Lottie-Mae. That woman is as sweet as a Georgia peach. I guess that's how she got the nickname peaches. I dont know what they are. But he been spending more time with her and less with the hang a rounds.

Walking through the compound and past the party going on in the main room. I make it to my office, kicking the door closed behind me.

Pouring myself a glass of bourbon, sitting down in my chair. Just trying to catch a breather after finally being back home. The last week was exhausting.  We went to help one of our sister clubs. They been dealing with a rat. Someone's been taking a cut off the top. They were messing with their business between them and the Mexican Cartel. We dont deal with drugs. But we couldnt just leave them to the wolves. After finding out that their enforcer was using a few prospects and new patches members to do the dirty work.