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The Rage: Hell's Disciples MC 3

By:Jaci J

The Rage: Hell's Disciples MC 3
Jaci J

       Hell's Disciples MC 3



To my fiancé Tyson  …

Thank you for always putting up with my shit.

For letting me fulfill my dreams and not looking at me like I've lost my  shit when I'm stuck in the same sweats, hair a hot mess, and my face in  my computer.

For your support and love through this whole insane adventure!



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Play List

"Studio"  –  Schoolboy Q

"Angel"  –  Massive Attack

"Shining" & "Free and Lonely"  –  X Ambassadors

"Simple Man"  –  Lynyrd Skynyrd

"Ashley"  –  Big Sean

"Sex You"  –  Bando Jonez

"Layla"  –  Eric Clapton & Derek & The Dominos

"Under the Bridge"  –  Red Hot Chili Peppers

"3005"  –  Childish Gambino

"Jungle"  –  X Ambassadors & Jamie N Commons

"Down Right Now"  –  August Alsina

"Free Fallin'"  –  Tom Petty

"Midnight Rider"  –  The Allman Brothers Band

"Coming Undone"  –  Korn

"Pretty"  –  The Weeknd

"In Your Eyes (Peter Gabriel Cover)"  –  Banks

"The Joker"  –  Steve Miller Band

"Or Nah"  –  (Remix) Ty Dolla $ign, Wiz Khalifa, & The Weeknd

"Pussy, Money, Weed"  –  Lil Wayne

"Hotel California"  –  Eagles

"Pour It Up"  –  Rihanna

"Meet Virginia"  –  Train

"Crazy"  –  Aerosmith

"Runaway"  –  Kanye West & Pusha T





This one is for Dana Hook, my Editor and my go to gal for everything under the Sun.

Thank you for your help, encouragement, & endless support.

For always answering any crazy ass question I may have & dealing with my impatient ass.

For the endless book advice, sexy men pictures, & for always giving me a good laugh.

You're the reason I can do this! You're my favorite bitch!

Thank you for always having my back through this journey!

You're on this ride with me all the way to the top!





And of course a million THANK YOU's to my best bitches & my two guys



Marki, the best goddamn sister out there.

Thank you for always loving my crazy ass & being there for a late  night chat or early morning breakfast, discussing my never ending book  shit.

For all of your help and endless ideas!

I Love you!





Tyson & Ty, I hope to God neither of you read my books.

Thank you for always supporting my crazy,

for letting me get lost in my stories without questions or weird stares.

For always loving me.

I Love you both!





Margreet Asselbergs, for your amazing covers.

Thank you for dealing with my own brand of crazy.

One day we'll remember to attach a picture to an email.

Thank you babe for my AMAZING covers!

You make my books extra pretty and sparkly!





A huge thank you to my betas;

Sam Price, Chris Kovacich, Lena Gaitanou, and Margreet Asselbergs,

Thank you for your support and encouragement on each book.

Thank you for taking the time to read this early and lend your helpful words.

Your support and encouragement are greatly appreciated!

Thank you!





My Crazy Bitches!!

Thank you for all of the crazy love y'all give me daily!

Thank you for the best fucking teasers, pictures of naked people, and fun you provide.

Your love and enthusiasm is what keeps me going!

Thank you!





Of course to all my lovely people out there reading my shit. THANK YOU from the bottom of my badmouthed little heart.

I may have good books, but without you reading them they wouldn't mean a goddamn thing.

Thank you for loving my books!!!

You all are the fucking best!!

I promise to keep writing shit you love as long as you keep on loving it!!





1


Blood on the ceiling




Rampage

"Jesus Christ, you dumb motherfucker. Ya got blood from here, all the  way to the goddamn door," Gin points and laughs like the fucking asshole  he is. There's a little splatter up there, not gonna argue that, but  fuck. He was a bleeder.

"Damn, man. That shit splattered up to the ceilin', too." Stitch grunts, taking a drag from his smoke.

"That's like forty fuckin' feet away. You got Hulks fists or some shit?" Crush adds while smashing his fists together.

"Will you four fucktards shut the fuck up ‘n move this assholes body already?" Tank grumbles. He sure is one moody asshole.

It's midnight, cold as shit, and we're in this old ass abandoned  building, freezing our nuts off, but this asswipe deserved more than  just a swift death, so we made sure that he got what was comin' to him.                       
       
           


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"What do ya think would hit the ground first if I dropped it from up  there? His head or an egg?" Gin asks, nodding up at the rafters above  us. Shaking my head, I can't help but laugh at the shit that comes out  of his stupid ass mouth. Although it may seem a sick question, I can't  say that he doesn't have my attention …  I'm going with the head.

"Don't know. How ‘bout ya cut his head off ‘n we try it?" I suggest.

"You cut it off man. That's your shit," he counters.

Just because I don't mind being around blood, bones or separated  appendages, doesn't mean I want to grab a hacksaw and go choppin' his  head off.

"A buck fifty says his head hits the ground first," Stitch announces  while tossing a wad of crumpled bills onto the rusty tool bench.

"Nah, I got two hundred on the egg," Crush adds, reaching into his pocket.

I can hear Tiny over by Tank, snickering. I know he wants in on this action too.

"So, one of you dickwads got an egg?" Sargent pipes up. No, but that  don't mean one of us aren't willing to go hit up a store for one.

"You fucks are gonna make Happy throw up. Look, he's turning green just  hearing about it, so will ya just shut the fuck up?" Tank pipes in.

We ignored Tank and went on as planned, but let's just say our little  bet didn't work out well. Tank was right, Happy got fucking sick on us.  Gin broke a pair of pliers, and Stitch almost fell out of the goddamn  rafters; It's time to call it a night.

"Let's get the fuck outta here," Tiny grumbles as we hear a few distant sirens grow closer by the second.

"Come on guys. Just one more … " Gin begs like a little bitch.

"Shut the fuck up ‘n get on your goddamn bike. You lookin' forward to  prison, brother?" Throwing a leg over my bike, I'm ready to get the fuck  outta here, but not before I yell out, "Gin, you got dibs on our next  guy, okay?"

I can't help but laugh when I hear Tank groan.

"Whatever." What a fucking crybaby.

Urging them the fuck along, I say, "Let's get the fuck home before we all get arrested."

****

I'm pretty damn tired now, and it's nice and warm up here. I should  probably take a shower and get my ass to bed, but I just can't get my  lazy ass up off this floor. Tank had us going all goddamn night,  freezing our balls off out in the middle of nowhere, taking out assholes  one by one. My hands are sore and my back is stiff, but it's these  comfortable as fuck, frilly ass throw pillows that are keeping me in  this spot. I swear I couldn't be happier about all this pretty shit Lil  insists on putting in this dump of a place, so I think I'll stay right  the fuck here, with the lights out and the TV on. Besides, walking down  those stairs would be too much motherfucking work.

"What one do you want next?" Lil asks me from the couch I'm leaning  against. It's two in the goddamn morning and all of us are up here in  the loft, watching a horror movie-thon, as Lil calls it. I'm surprised  we can even hear the TV with Stitch and Cali on the other end of the  couch, being fucking gross. No one needs to hear or see that shit. Ty is  right there in his crib sleeping for God's sake. What if he wakes up  and sees that shit? It could scar his little mind for life.

I had better shit to do when I got here; fucking a whore being one, but  here I am instead, giving into Lil's obsession of horror movies. She has  a way of doing that shit to you, ya know? One second you're  bullshittin' with her, and the next you're doing somethin' for her. It's  really fucked up of her to do that kinda shit.

"Fuck if I know. I don't know shit about scary movies, Sis," I tell her.

Apparently my lack of movie knowledge is annoying to her.

"Here," Lil says with a bit of attitude. She tosses Stitch the next  movie, putting a stop to his obscene make out session. It takes a minute  for Stitch to stop sucking face, or whatever he's got in his mouth, and  get up to put the next movie in …  Freddy.

"Okay, Rampage, I want you to listen. I think it's time, and I have this  friend … " she starts up her shit again. I'm gonna strangle her, and she  knows it's not fucking happening.

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