Bound by Ravage

by Ryan Michele

  When I finally caught my breath and came back down to earth, I climbed down his body crashing my lips to his, tasting myself which revved me up again instantly. Cruz’s hands wrapped around my waist, as he flipped me over to my back.

  “We did this your way, now we do it mine.” Cruz didn’t give me time to think or argue as he plunged inside of me in one long hard stroke. His hips became pistons plunging in and out of me with the force of a turbo jet. Instead of screaming, I bit his shoulder hard muffling the sound. He jumped in surprise. “You bit me.”

  I smiled at his shock. “I can’t scream; it’s the only way.”

  “Then I better get ready for some vampire action, ‘cause you’ll want to scream.” As Cruz began his punishing thrusts in and out of my body, he tilted my hips, giving him a better angle, making my head spin in a thousand different directions. His lips crashed down on mine just as he hit that one spot inside my body that set me off every damn time. Instead of biting, his kisses muffled my screams as my orgasm took over, sending my body into convulsive shakes.

  Cruz grunted just as I felt his dick release warm spurts inside of me, filling me up completely. He collapsed on top of me, his weight pushing me into the bed. I didn’t feel his weight at all; I felt loved, thoroughly, utterly loved. No man has ever made me come this hard before. I felt it all the way to my soul and back.

  “I love you,” I whispered so softly I didn’t think he could hear me, not knowing what his reaction might be.

  “Thank fuck, Baby.” He lifted his body up, looking me in the eyes, the passion and love permeating through them. “I love you, too, Baby. Just you.”

  My heart filled more than I ever possibly thought. I wrapped my arms around his strong body, pulling him back down to my lips as I kissed him, pouring everything I had into that one kiss.

  Loud pops sounded off from the other room. Gunshots. “Shit,” Cruz leapt off of me grabbing his jeans and throwing them on, as I did the same. As we threw our shirts on, we both grabbed our guns. “Stay with Coop!” he ordered as he left the room.

  More shots fired one after another. I could hear men yelling, a woman screaming. Coop began crying because of the noise which surprised me since he usually slept through just about anything. Setting my gun down, I picked him up, cradling him in my arms as I wiped the tears away. Grabbing the gun, I moved to the chair where I proceeded to rock him softly back and forth, just waiting.

  The door flew open as Cruz charged in. “You two all right?” he panted out of breath.

  “Yeah. What’s going on?”

  “Danny came to get Mindy.” Shit. This was not going to end well. A brother did not come to the mother chapter opening fire. It was unheard of.

  “Everyone okay?”

  “Pops got a shoulder graze, but everyone’s fine. Mindy’s screaming ‘cause we shot Danny in the legs. It’s a fucking mess.”

  “Daddy!” Cooper screamed reaching out of my arms trying to get to Cruz.

  “Come here, Buddy. Everything’s just fine. Daddy’s got ya.” Cooper rested his head on Cruz’s shoulder and wrapped his little arms around his neck.

  “I’m gonna make sure Pops is okay.” When I reached the main room, Ma was crying as she sat on the floor, and Pops was sitting beside her rubbing her back. On the floor across the room, was a screaming Danny with Mindy next to him, half screaming and half sobbing. Rhys had his gun aimed at Danny’s head, and Dagger had his aimed at Mindy’s.

  Walking up to Ma and Pops, I asked, “You okay?” I could see the blood coming through Pops’ shirt, but he wasn’t doing much to stop it.

  “Yeah. I’m good,” he said giving me a sad smile. His eyes showing wear from years of a hard life.

  “Let me take a look, okay?” I asked him, grabbing some scissors from the bar. After taking his rag off, which had a slice in it from the bullet that would need to be sewn later; I cut his t-shirt off enough to see the wound. The slice was pretty deep, but the bullet didn’t go all the way through. This would be an easy fix. He’d be sore, but fine.

  “Buzz, grab me the first aid kit, please. Breaker get me some clean towels. Tug, I need a needle, and thread, and alcohol.” I asked the Prospects, who immediately got to work getting the needed supplies. It was nice to have that relationship with them that they didn’t think I was trying to be a bitch and order them around but that I just needed help. And they provided it every time.

  After stitching Pops up, I gave him a couple shots of Jack before he took Ma to bed. The guys had put towels on Danny’s wounds, and it looked as if the blood had stopped. “You want me to take a look?” I asked Dagger.

  “Nah. He’s fine. Doc will be here in about thirty. He won’t bleed out before then.” He turned to Danny, his words dripping with venom. “If he gets here on time.”

  Mindy decided her screaming rant was going to be over for the moment, long enough to talk. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I was just supposed to stay there till everything calmed down.”

  “You really are stupid. What the fuck did you expect to happen?” My annoyance was on overload.

  “Princess, I can’t go to Babs. She’ll kill me,” Mindy pleaded, and at least I now knew what the club’s plan was, but would keep that to myself.

  “What in the hell do you think these guys will do to you?” I waved my arm motioning to all the men in the room. “This isn’t a fucking joke.”

  “You don’t think I know that!” she yelled at me as I snapped.

  “You stupid little bitch. Who the fuck do you think you are? Someone special? No. You’re a fucking whore, and because you helped Babs, you locked me up for years. Maybe I should lock you in a fucking room with nothing for two years, so you know what it’s like. Then I’ll come in a couple times a week and beat the shit out of you just for the fun of it. And if you’re really good, I’ll go find some bitch who likes pussy and make you give it up to her over and over. Then I’ll let the guys take turns with you, fucking every hole you have in your body.” Mindy’s eyes widened as she took in every word that I said. I exaggerated a bit with my scenario, but she didn’t need to know that shit.

  “You fucking want that bitch? ‘Cause that’s what could happen to you here. Death would be a picnic compared to what I have planned for you. And if you think for a minute that this pussy you have for an ol’ man will save you, you’re sadly mistaken. The fact his ass came in here shooting against his brothers is reason to remove those fucking patches off him.”

  Mindy didn’t move. She sat there staring at me as if I was God going to give her absolution from all the shit she helped put into motion. She was sadly mistaken.

  Looking at Mindy, I said, “You’ll be cleaning up this blood all over my floor ‘cause I sure as shit ain’t doing it.” Looking at Tug, I told him, “Can you get some shit for her to use please?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Doc came in the doors, taking in the scene. “Princess, you didn’t.” He shook his head. Doc has known me since I was a baby and always thought of me as one of his kids. Even in a time like this, he found the humor.

  “Well Doc, ya know. My gun just has a hell of time staying in its holster.” I smirked.

  As Doc got busy working on Danny, I watched as Mindy began cleaning her boyfriend’s blood off the floor. Sitting at the bar nursing a Jack and smoking, I actually felt calm. Normal women probably wouldn’t, but this was what I wanted to come back to. And here it was smack dab in front of me.

  After Doc got Danny situated, he left the clubhouse. Walking up to Danny laying there, I had no remorse for the pain he was in. He shot up the club, my brothers, my dad, and all around my little guy.

  I knew better than to open my mouth to a brother, so I focused on Mindy instead. I stared at her. “Bitch, I’m not fucking playing with you. These men may not kill women, but I sure as shit will in a heartbeat.” With that, I turned to go find my boys.

  9

  Cruz

  Two days and the bitch hasn’t gotten anywhere. Babs was avoi
ding her like the plague, and the only reason I knew it was true was because we had Buzz tap her phone. We found out Buzz’s skill by dumb luck talking about how we wished it were possible. Buzz chimed in explaining a bunch of techy shit and set it all up. He then set up all these cameras and video shit around the compound. We could now see who was coming in and out at all times even recording shit at the drop of a hat. Buzz was proving to be a great asset to the club.

  Listening into the phone conversation was boring as shit. Mindy only got through that first time shooting the shit about old times. She actually sounded calmer than I thought she would be. But Babs wasn’t biting. Bitch was a bit smarter than we gave her credit for.

  Babs’s man Rabbit still hasn’t contacted Diamond, which was pissing him off majorly. Respect in this community was all you have, and when that’s slammed on, there’s nothing left. This shit was going to start a war.

  I’m actually surprised that Diamond has held off as long as he has. This laying low shit was weighing on all of us, but we still didn’t know who has the paid hit on Princess. We’ve got some Intel coming in, hopefully this afternoon, and we’re hoping for some answers.

  Mel still hadn’t signed the damn papers giving me full custody of Cooper. She hadn’t stepped foot in the club, but had passed through Burnzie that ‘she won’t have some biker princess raising her boy.’ Little did she know that biker princess was more of a fucking mother to my boy than she’d ever been.

  I wasn’t going to be able to put Princess off of it much longer, though. She was riding my ass hard about Mel not getting close to Cooper. The more she asked, and the more I evaded, the more it pissed her off. And a pissed off Princess did not equal fun.

  “Church! Ten minutes!” Pops yelled across the room. Each of us placed our phone in the old cigar box on the pool table before entering and taking our seats.

  Diamond banged the gavel as he called the meeting to order. “First order of business. Princess. We’re supposed to get the information from Deara today. Any packages delivered need to come to me immediately.” We all nodded.

  “Our run tomorrow. It needs to go smoothly. Dagger, Rhys, Becs, Cruz, Pops, and I will run it. G.T., Zed, Tug, Buzz, and Breaker will stay here with Ma, Princess, and Cooper. It should be a day run, there and back, quick.” Everyone again nodded.

  “Last order of business. Studio X.” My ears perked up. “Since the shooting, Liv’s been running the show and doing a great job. I know that Princess hasn’t gotten back in because of all this bullshit. I’m thinking we need to get better security there.”

  “What do you mean?” asked Dagger. “We monitor the place and do drive-bys all the time.”

  “No. I want Becs to start monitoring the books. I want him there also monitoring Liv. Princess will be pissed ‘cause she trusts Liv, and I want to, too, but I’m not taking any chances. We need to get this shit sorted. All in favor.” We all raised our hands to vote yes. Diamond slammed the gavel.

  “Cruz. All Princess needs to know is that Becs is helping Liv out. Nothing else, because you know Liv will say something.”

  “Got it.”

  “Anything else?” Diamond asked, looking out over us.

  “I got two extra runs lined up. It’ll bring in about three hundred thousand a pop, but I’ll need G.T., Cruz, Rhys, and Zed to come with me.” Dagger spoke up. “It’s not a long haul, but the runs will take two days. One there. One back.”

  “Who’s the run for?” Diamond asked.

  “Ransom.” Diamond nodded. We’d run for this guy many times before.

  “When is it?” I asked.

  “Right after this run.” Shit. That’d mean I’d be gone for three days. Dagger eyed me, “Problem?”

  “Nah.” I didn’t want to be away from Princess and Cooper that long, but I’d deal.

  Diamond threw down the gavel dismissing us.

  “Where the fuck have you been?” I stared into the eyes of a very pissed off Princess and was relieved I wasn’t on the receiving end of it this time.

  G.T. had just walked out of church reaching for his phone. “Around.”

  “Bullshit you’ve been around. I’m here all the fucking time, and you’re nowhere to be seen!” Princess barked, getting close to his face.

  “I’ve got shit to do.” G.T. wasn’t getting off that easy, and he damn well knew it.

  “I don’t give a rat’s ass what you have to do. I’ve been out, and you’ve seen me…what… two, three times. No, how the hell are you Harlow? Or you doing okay?” G.T. pulled out a smoke, rolling it in between his teeth. “No. You’re fucking avoid me. So you tell me where the fuck you have been?” Princess’s anger was shooting off the charts, and I sensed her fists wanting to make contact with G.T.

  “I don’t need another fucking mother. One’s enough. Get out of my fucking business.”

  “Out of your fucking business? Are you kidding me with that bullshit?”

  “All you are is a fucking ol’ lady, and you’d be best to remember that shit before I lay you flat on the ground.”

  “Lay me flat, Gage Thomas.” Princess threw off her leather jacket inviting him.

  “What you think that I’m a pussy like this guy over here?” G.T. pointed at me as I began stalking towards him.

  “Stop!” Princess yelled as she saw me coming. “This is a brother and sister matter. Five minutes in the ring. Let’s see how big of a pussy you are.”

  “Fuck off. I’m not getting in the ring,” G.T. snapped.

  “Yeah. You’ll be there.” Princess turned walking back down the hallway to my room.

  “What the fuck, Asshole?” I said getting close to his face. “Why the fuck are you gonna provoke her like that?”

  “I didn’t do shit. She needs to calm her shit down and remember that bitches don’t run shit here. She thinks she fucking does, but I got news for her, that shit’s stopping.”

  “And what? You’re man enough to stop her?” I laughed knowing that there were only three men that could get through to Princess, and G.T. wasn’t one of them. “Dumbass, she doesn’t think she runs shit around here. You would know that if you got your head out of your ass.”

  “You’d be best to put your girl in check.” G.T. crossed his arms over his chest, and the arrogance that came off of him had my hand clenching into a fist wanting to make contact with his jaw.

  “That girl is your sister, your blood. You best remember that. Whatever you got up your ass right now, you’d better work that shit out in the ring, and get the fuck over it.”

  “Whatever.” We both knew he wouldn’t back down from a challenge, be it his sister, or not. He wouldn’t come up a pussy even if he did get his ass kicked.

  The fight went on for much longer that we thought it would. Apparently these two had a lot of shit they needed to work out. Both G.T. and Princess were bloody from face cuts and a bit wobbly from all the chest kicks. They were both still standing, barely. Neither one of them were backing down, which was what I’d expected. They’re too damn stubborn to give in.

  “Daddy!” I heard Coop’s small voice behind me as he ran up into my arms. Ma followed closely behind.

  “What the hell is going on here?” she barked, causing Cooper to look into the ring. Cooper’s body went ridged in my hold as if he were a statue. Looking at the shock and horror on his face, I didn’t move quickly enough as he got his bearings, wiggling out of my grasp faster than a slippery eel.

  Running after Coop, I called his name reaching for him, but he didn’t slow down. “Mommy!” He yelled as he reached the ring with me right at his heels. “Mommy!” he yelled again making my mouth drop to the floor.

  Princess stopped sparring with her brother, ripping the head guard off her head. She slipped under the rope of the ring to the floor kneeling in front of him staring into his eyes. “I’m okay, Baby.” Her tone was soft and gentle.

  “Hurt. Owie,” Coop said looking at Princess’s face.

  “Get me a towel,” she ordered to no one in
particular. She wiped her face gently getting rid of some of the blood. “See, Buddy. I’m okay. Just a few scrapes.”

  “Why fighting, Mommy?” he asked her innocently. Princess looked up at me, her eyes showing me a small glimmer of a tear that wanted to escape with tons of unanswered questions swirling inside of them. She breathed in a deep breath trying to regain control.

  “I was just practicing to be strong. One day I’ll teach you.” She brushed his hair away from his face lovingly.

  “I be strong.” He smiled.

  “You are Buddy.”

  “Mommy?” Princess looked stunned as if she didn’t know if she should answer. She looked to me asking for permission and I, of course, smiled, loving the fact that I was witness to this remarkable exchange.

  “Yeah, Baby?”

  “You need Band-Aid?” Princess laughed, wrapping her arms tightly around his little body.

  “Yeah, Buddy. I sure do. Let’s go find those Spiderman ones. I think that’ll make it all better.” Princess picked Coop up, carrying him to the clubhouse, the huge smile she sported, even with the cut up lip, was beautiful.

  “You sore?” I asked, walking into the bedroom expecting to see Princess and Coop hanging out, but only found Princess.

  “I’ll be fine.” Her face had been butterflied, and the caked-on blood removed. She was beginning to sport some serious bruises, but her beauty still shined through.

  “What the hell was that shit?”

  “What shit? My brother or the fact your kid just called me mom?” She glared at me. I didn’t feel the need to touch the mom comment, so I moved on.

  “Your brother. What’s going on?”

  She blew out a deep breath, “Fuck if I know. He’s been distant since I got out, and when he blew up on me, I couldn’t hold back. Even in the fucking ring, he didn’t talk to me, though.” She shrugged.