I turn around slowly, my emotions flittering between hurt and anger. The look on her face tells me she’s serious. These are not fighting words. This is how she feels, how she’s always felt.

“What have I ever done to you, Lonnie? Why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t know why Papa was so in love with your gringa puta of a mother. All she did was spit you out and run back to her bougie parents.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Before you, I was Papa’s princess. Then you came along, and I didn’t matter anymore.”

“That’s not true.”

“How would you know?” She asks, folding her arms under her breasts. “You were too busy being Daddy’s little girl to notice how he treated me.”

That does it. She can bash me all she likes, but there’s no way I’m going to let her talk shit about Daddy. To say she was a problem child would be putting it mildly. Before she left there was a rumor going around that she was hooking on 8th Street. Now I see it could have totally been true. At some point, Daddy just gave up when he realized he couldn’t reach her.

“That’s a fucking lie. Daddy loved us both. You’re the one who was a constant bitch, who did nothing but disappoint him at every turn. If he treated you differently, you have no one to blame but yourself.”

“I blame you!” She shouts. “You always take everything away from me.”

“What have I taken from you?”

“Even in death, Papa chose you, leaving you almost everything. Now, you come here and you steal Gage from me.”

“You’re delusional. Gage was never yours.”

Her eyes begin to tear up and I almost feel sorry for her. Almost. I can’t believe all her hatred toward me is based on jealousy.

“It was only a matter of time before he realized how much I love him.”

“How was he going to do that when you’ve been fucking everything with two legs?”

She blinks away the tears and moves closer, getting in my face.

“Gage is a man. A man with the appetite of a hundred men. A little girl like you won’t know what to do with him. He’ll realize that soon enough and send you back to the playground where you belong.”

“And you think he’s going to come running to you? Even if that happens, he’ll never want you. Get that through your thick skull. Grow up and get a clue while you’re at it. I may be younger, but you’re the one behaving like an errant child. I’m only going to say this once – stay away from me.”

I spin on my heels and leave the clubhouse, searching the crowd for Gage. Allah has set up his equipment outside and is in his element. I spot Gage sitting on a table next to Dr. E, but there’s some half-naked, blonde trick standing between his legs. She’s pushing her tits in his face and running her fingers down his chest. Fuck that. I need to set some boundaries here. This shit is not happening in my presence. Gage smirks at me as he watches my approach. He wants to see how I’ll handle it. I tap the bitch on her shoulder and she turns to me, her smile fading.

“Excuse me. You’re in my spot.”

I motion for her to run along, and she looks between me and Gage in confusion.

“Are you…is she serious?”

“You heard her. Move, bitch.” Gage tells her.

There’s an uproar of “Oh!” from the men closest to us and she staggers back in shock. I don’t know how it got to Allah so quickly, but he starts to play Ludacris’ “Move Bitch”. I lean against him and he wraps his arms around me. Everyone is staring at us. As Lonnie walks out of the clubhouse, I decide to take it a bit further. These hoes need to get the message – he’s mine. I turn around, snake my arms around his neck, and pull him down for a kiss.

Suck on that, bitches.

CHAPTER 13

***Gage***

“I have something for you.”

“I know. You just won’t give it to me,” Raven says with a scowl.

“Jesus. The closer we get to your birthday, the more of a sex fiend you become.”

“How is that a bad thing?”

“Just look in the glove compartment. There’s an envelope in there.”

She sighs and pulls out the envelope with the little blue bow.

“What’s this?”

“Early birthday present. Open it.”

She removes the tickets from the envelope and I watch as her eyes go wide.

“Oh, my God…oh, my God…”

“You like him, right? He’s the one always playing on your phone?”

She screams in excitement and bounces in her seat.

“Pull over!”

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

I pull over, park, and turn to her. She unbuckles her seat belt and climbs into my lap. Her lips are all over my face, a “thank you” coming out between each kiss.

“You’re welcome, babe.”

“You are so getting a blowjob for this.”

“Shit. Who else you like?”

She giggles and moves into her seat as I pull back onto the road.

“I’ll give you a list. Why are there four tickets?”

“I thought you’d want to take Chrissy. The other one is for Ron.”

“Awesome! But…these are for tonight. Gage! You couldn’t give me a little notice?”

“We might have to stay overnight, so pack a bag.”

She pulls her phone out of her pocket, and pretty soon I hear Chrissy screaming on the other end. I pull into her driveway just as she hangs up.

“Okay. She’s gonna come over, so you can pick us up here.”

“Got it.”

“Where’s my kiss?” I ask as she reaches for the door. She rolls her eyes and pecks me on the cheek. I grab the back of her neck and pull her lips to mine. I tease them with my tongue until she grants me entrance. Before I can slip inside, she pulls away, drawing a shaky breath.

“Three days, Gage. Three days. Can you believe it?”

“I know.”

“Seems like I’ve been waiting forever.”

“Tell me about it. Maybe we should go away somewhere…just the two of us. Go lay up on a beach for a few days.”

“Yeah, we could make love under a palm tree.”

Make love. Usually, those words would make my skin itch. But not coming from her. The dreamy expression in her eyes makes me want to give that to her. The problem is, I don’t know how.

“We can fuck under a palm tree.”

She glares at me and pushes me away. “You just had to go and be nasty. Bye.”

“I’ll pick you up at seven!” I shout just as she slams the car door.

I wait until she’s inside then drive off. From three months to three days. I can’t believe I made it. I can’t believe I made it with no pussy. Well, the last six weeks since we got together anyway. Shit. I hope I don’t make a fool of myself and come too quickly. I guess I just need to make sure I take care of her first.

When I get to the clubhouse, I find Ron waiting for me. I toss the car keys to Booker as I pass him. “Get it washed, will ya?”

“Sure thing, Prez.”

They’ve both been great so far. I think it’s about time I put their membership to a vote. Especially Ron. I don’t know what I would have done without him these past few weeks.

I shower and pull on some black jeans, a white shirt, and black Timbs. I actually comb my hair, remembering how Raven looked at me that night at Scythe. I also wear her favorite cologne. I grab my wallet and black, leather jacket and head out.

“Wanna take the Mustang?” Ron asks.

“Nah. The Charger. You drive.”

The girls are on the porch, waiting when we arrive. We lean on the car and wait for them at the end of the driveway.

“Oh…shit,” Ron whispers next to me.

They’re wearing the same outfit – little black skirts that barely cover their asses and some crisscross contraption of a top that has their tits popping out.

“Go change,” we say at the same time.

The girls look at each other then burst out laughing. Raven opens the back door and gives me a defiant look.

“We’ll be late. Let’s go.”

Fuck me. I toss their bags in the trunk and slide in next to her while Ron and Chrissy take the front. She settles under my arm and places her head on my chest. Every now and then, she takes a deep breath and releases it slowly.