What if … Ravage Me Edition ©Ryan Michele 2015

“Mommy, I hungry,” Coop said, rubbing his tummy.

“We’ll sleep, and then we’ll have breakfast in the morning.”

“No … Mommy … My tummy’s making noise.”

I smiled at the way he explained his feelings.

“Grumbling, buddy. Your tummy is grumbling.” Walking over to the small shelf where we kept a few snack foods, I began naming things off to him, but he wanted none of them. “Then what do you want?”

He smiled excitedly. “Peanut bubber and dwelly.”

“I don’t have any, buddy. Let’s pick something else.”

Cooper began crying hard.

Panic flooded me as I tried to figure out what to do. We hadn’t really had moments yet where I told him no, or he couldn’t have something. We had been just learning together as we went. I was guessing this was the first taste.

“Come here, buddy.”

“No … Me want peanut bubber!” he yelled in my face.

“All right … All right. I’ll go to the kitchen and get you one. Sit here and watch that rabbit show you like. I’ll be right back.”

Pulling myself together, I threw my shoulders back, walking past the main room and into the kitchen. I quickly made Cooper’s sandwich, grabbing some chips and a soda for myself.

Picking everything up from the counter, I screamed when a hand came to rest around my waist.

“Stop,” I said after the shock wore off.

“Why would I do that?” a deep voice I didn’t recognize said.

“Because I’m Cruz’s ol’ lady,” I said with force as I turned to face a man I had never met before. He must have been become a patched member while was in the joint.

“Ol’ ladies aren’t here tonight, and you don’t have his patch,” he said, moving his hand up my body to my tits and groping them.

I moved out of his grasp, flying to the other side of the room. “I am his ol’ lady. I’m on lockdown here, but I had to get my boy something to eat,” I said, quickly seeing the patches on the man’s rag. He was a full-out member. Shit.

“Bitch, you need to stop spreading lies about my brother.” His voice became angry as he stepped closer to me. “You know what we do with dirty whores who lie around here?”

“I’m not lying. Go get him, and he’ll tell you,” I pleaded, not knowing what was going to happen while also knowing that, since he was a fully patched member, I needed to keep myself together.

“Bitch, don’t fucking tell me what to do. Who the hell do you think you are?” The back of his hand came across my cheek, but I didn’t move. I stood there, looking him straight in the eye.

“I’m Cruz’s ol’ lady,” I repeated.

“Liar,” he growled, grabbing me by the shoulders and pulling me to his body.

He wasn’t hard like my man. No, this guy had a bit more meat on his bones, but I had to defend myself. There was no way it was going to play out like this. I wouldn’t have it.

“Get your fucking hands off me. I said I’m Cruz’s ol’ lady,” I barked into his face that was so close I could smell the booze on his breath.

His grip became painful as he clenched his hands. “I’m going to show you what we do to lying little bitches who spread lies.” He shoved me into the block wall behind me, my head hitting so hard the crack echoed through the space even with the music. It hurt and gave me a good jolt.

He was on me quick, his hands coming to my wrists and pulling them together to lock them above my head. I kneed him in the gut with a savage thrust, and he released me enough that I could squeak past him, but a beefy arm came across my waist, pulling me back.

“You fucking little slut! You like it rough? I’ll fucking give you rough.”

I dug my nails into his arm and ripped them down the flesh, blood oozing from him. “Fuck you! I’m Cruz’s ol’ lady. Let. Me. Go.”

His hand came around my mouth, and I bit it as I used my feet to kick behind me, hitting his legs repeatedly. His grunts were a welcome sound as he dropped me. My footing went out from under me, and I fell to the ground. I scrambled up quickly, turning to him.

He was pissed. Beyond pissed. Livid. But living this life, I knew I was well within my rights to fight back, patched member or not.

I had told him I was an ol’ lady; he just chose not to believe me. It should have been the end right there. Instead, he wasn’t giving up.

When he came at me again, I gave him a right hook then a left, and then I knocked him to the ground by kicking his legs out from under him. I had to give him credit, though; he didn’t stay down long. I couldn’t even make it to the door that was behind him before he rose and attacked.

He got in a few good hits, but it didn’t stop me. I laid into him, pulling every bit of anger and frustration I had in myself.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” Cruz’s voice boomed from the doorway, catching my attention briefly enough that the asshole got me in the ribs. Fuck, that one hurt.

My attention went back to my attacker, and I punched three more times before lifting my knee and connecting with his balls. This time, he fell to the ground in the fetal position as I went over to Cruz quickly.

“He wouldn’t believe I was your ol’ lady. He said I was a liar, and he wasn’t giving up. He was going to fuck me, so I fought.”

Cruz’s face pulsed with anger, his body strung super tightly as he looked me up and down. “Where the fuck is your rag?” he barked like I was the one to blame for all of this.

“I … Coop needed food, so I ran out to get it.” I wanted to put my hands on his chest yet kept them to myself. He was too pissed for any of that right now, even if I needed it.

“You didn’t fucking think. We’re having a goddamned party here. What the fuck?” he growled.

“I was just getting him food. I told this guy who I was; he didn’t listen.”

“I’ll fucking deal with him in a minute,” he said.

Apprehension crept up in me. I knew what I had been doing was okay. Yes, I didn’t wear my rag, so he did have a right to be pissed about that, but surely he wasn’t pissed that I took this guy down.

“Cruz—”

“Fucking drunk, horny fuckers everywhere here, looking to get laid. You come out here wearing fucking short shorts and a goddamned tank top with no bra, and you think one of these men isn’t going to try and tap that shit?”

Fuck, he was right. I hated it when he was.

“I get it,” I told him a little quieter than I intended.

“You’d better get it. This shit won’t happen again,” he declared, and he wasn’t wrong. I would make sure it never happened again.

“I’ve got it, Cruz,” I said even more quietly. I knew I was making him look bad, and that wouldn’t go unnoticed with the brothers. Not to mention, whatever was going to happen to the jerk on the floor would all be a result. Being a direct reflection of your man was hard shit and something I seriously had to work on.

“Room,” he ordered.

I barely stopped myself from the glare that wanted to come through. Fuck.

“Butch, get the fuck up,” I growled at the brother from the Davis chapter of Ravage.

Fucker shouldn’t have put his hands on my woman. She fucking told him who she was, and he should have come and fucking gotten me. That was what brothers fucking did. What they didn’t do was touch property that wasn’t fucking theirs.

Butch made it to his knees, and it took everything in me not to kick him in the face while he was at the perfect level, but I wanted to hear what he had to say.

“What the fuck?” GT’s voice came from the doorway.

“Stay. You may want to hear this,” I told him, knowing he would be as pissed as I was.

I felt GT come to my side as my eyes stayed glued to the man in front of me.

“I swear, Cruz, I thought the bitch was lying.”

Strike one. I gave him a left hook.

“What the fuck brother?” GT said stepping in between us.

“Want to try again?” I addressed Butch knowing that GT would understand soon enough.

“That woman, she was dressed to party. She said she was your ol’ lady, but the ol’ ladies aren’t here. Zed told me they weren’t here. She was lying.” He continued wiping the blood from his lip. I didn’t know if it was from my hit or from Princess’s and I didn’t much care.

“So you touch her?” I growled loud the vibrations coming from my throat.

“Wait a fucking minute here,” GT said. “You mean to tell me my fucking sister was in here, told you she was Cruz’s woman, and you still tried to fuck her?” GT turned his back to me, getting in to Butch’s face. “What did you fucking do?”

He charged.

A hard swing from GT had Butch on his knees. When I gripped his arm and pulled him back, he glared at me.

“Let him finish.” I kicked Butch with the tip of my boot. “Did you hit her first or did she swing on you?” I knew Princess, and she wouldn’t raise a hand to a brother unless she had to. She had mad respect that way, so I knew the answer yet wanted to hear it for myself. “Get up and answer.” I pulled him to his feet, and he stared at me, dumbfounded, knowing what he had done was wrong. No man puts his hands on another man’s ol’ lady, especially after she flat out told him who she was. It didn’t happen.

We protected ours.

Butch let out an exasperated sigh, succumbing to his fate. “I hit her first.”

A red haze filled my eyes. I grabbed Butch by the back collar of his shirt, dragging him out of the kitchen, through the clubhouse where all eyes were on us, out the door, and to the courtyard with GT on our heels.

I threw Butch in the grass of the courtyard, gaining the attention from everyone around.

Two punches in, Pops yelled, “Cruz!” and I halted my actions, but kept my eyes on Butch. “Explain.”
“Punched Princess and tried to fuck her after she told him she was mine.”

Butch lay on the ground, the actions of the night taking a toll on him. Too bad I wasn’t done.

“Proceed,” Pops said, and I did. I laid into him until a hand came to my shoulder. I flinched at the touch, yanking my arm away.

“Brother, he’s unconscious,” GT said. “And you didn’t even let me get any in.” He came closer as my body heaved, neither it nor my mind ready for this to be done. “Brother, calm the fuck down. It’s over.”

He was right, but I was pissed. I heaved in heavy breaths until I got myself under control.

“You good?” Pops asked, coming up next to me. I nodded once. “Good.” He pointed down at Butch. “I think he learned his lesson. Get him in the clubhouse, wake his ass up, and get him a bottle of something hard.”

I turned, needing air, before I went in to lay into Princess about wearing her fucking rag.

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