Page 38 of Mayhem

“I don’t know, but we will figure all this out.” He points at me and gives me his most determined face. He looks over to Zeus. “Do you have all your surveillance equipment at your dad’s place?”

Zeus shakes his head no. Which means they are at his mom’s house. I love going to his mom’s house. She was the best parent out of all of ours. She cared for all of us growing up. She was more of a mom to me than my own, who couldn’t bother to be sober long enough to try.

It’s a good idea. If we can watch Serena more effectively, we can keep her safer. She will never go for it. Knowing Midas, he won’t care. He will do it anyway. I don’t care either right now. She won’t want us to watch her. We will do it without her knowledge. It’s the best plan right now.

Midas points for both of us to sit down and devise a plan of action. Surveillance is the best option we have right now. We all agree that she needs us to watch her more closely and protect her however we can. I remind them that she wants nothing to do with us right now. Midas brushes it off. Zeus looks heartbroken by the thought. Same, bud.

Reluctantly, we all agree to give her some space right now. Wait until she calms down and comes to us, or something else happens. At least with the cameras, we should be able to stop this guy before it happens again.

I’m not as tech-smart as Zeus, but I remember him telling me the cameras are motion-censored. It would notify him every time motion was detected. There is also a constant live feed that we can look at when needed.

That solves the problem of her room. But when she is in class or out with her friends, we won’t be able to keep tabs on her. After class and on weekends will be challenging. I follow her when I can, but I can’t always. We will have to figure something out.

Midas’s phone starts to ring in the middle of our little discussion, and I can instantly tell who it is by his face. He grimaces at the phone, which means one thing. His dad. Which means we are being summoned for something.Fuck.This is not what I want to be doing right now. I grit my teeth and listen to Midas answer his dad. Midas only replies with yeah and a couple of uh-huhs before he hangs up the phone.

He gives us a look that spells trouble for someone. I look at Zeus to make sure he is all right enough to deal with this bullshit. For once, he appears excited to go. He cracks his knuckles and gives me a wicked smile. He needs to beat someone to get this energy out. I could think of something else he could do, but I don’t know if he would be into it. I shake that thought from my head and stand up.

Two years ago, we finally saved up enough to buy our dream bikes. I bought a red, black, and chrome 2011 Harley Davidson Dyna Street Bob. Zeus loves the classics. He bought a black and silver 1996 Harley Davidson Heritage Softail. Midas bought an all-matte black 2003 Harley Davidson Dyna Super Glide Sport.

The rumble of our motorcycles blocks out the rest of the world. Nothing is more relaxing than riding my bike. With the wind in my face and the sense of freedom, nothing compares. Well, I feel like one thing would be even better.

It doesn’t take long for us to arrive at the clubhouse. We park our bikes next to all the others that line the front.

The Kings of Chaos Motorcycle Club. Home away from home. We grew up here.

The clubhouse is nothing special. It was once a single-story warehouse that Pops converted into this space. It has a dozen bedrooms in the back, for obvious reasons, a bar area, and Church—the place where the club makes all major decisions.

Next to the clubhouse is a garage. It’s a legitimate business, but we mainly used to launder the club’s money. The few cars or bikes that come through get charged on the books way more than needed, but the customers get the actual price. They pay, and the club launders the rest of the money. All the club members work here on paper, but I think a handful actually work.

Technically, the three of us are employees, but Zeus is the only one who knows what he is doing. Midas doesn’t want to get his hands full of grease, and I do all the other dirty work. It’s a compromise. Zeus also enjoys working on bikes. The tech nerd is also a grease monkey.

We head inside, greeted with the usual scene.

Zeus

There is nothing I hate more than walking in here and seeing my dad’s pasty ass as he plows into someone half his age from behind on a pool table. Girls Girls Girls by Motley Crue blasting through the sound system. This happens more often than I would like it to.

Looking around, I see Zane and Ryker in similar positions. Ryker has a girl on her knees sucking his dick while he drinks a beer. His hand curled tightly in her hair, forcing her head down as far as possible. She gags and retches when he pushes her down too far. He doesn’t seem to care that she is practically trying to shove him off her.

Zane is sitting on the couch with a girl bouncing on his dick. Her tits bouncing in his face, and his finger was in her ass. Zane looks utterly bored with her. They all sound like porn stars, and not in a good way. It’s fake as hell and an orgy I wish I never walked in on.

I noticed that all the girls are blondes and look to be in their early twenties. I can’t tell what they look like more than that, but that alone makes warning bells ring.

I look over to the boys, and we are all wearing the same looks of disgust on our faces. This is not the first time we have walked into this, and it won’t be the last. I nod my head towards the bar, and we walk over. Some poor prospect is behind the bar cleaning up. When he notices us, he opens the fridge and grabs three beers. He hands us our beers and goes back to what he is doing.

I chug half my beer in one go. I still can’t get everything off my mind. Someone broke into her room while she was in the shower. Whoever broke in could have hurt her. That asshole could have attacked or taken her. She was naked and vulnerable, and no one knew.

I can’t get the mental image of her in that robe out of my head. I have only ever seen her in clothes before. She is so beautiful, but seeing a little skin was the hottest thing I have ever seen. Every movement she made revealed a little of her body. She tried to keep it wrapped around herself when she attacked Midas, but it slipped more than once. I feel like such a creep for focusing on her naked body when it was during such an intense situation, but I can’t help it. She is everything I never knew I wanted.

I don’t know if the other two noticed, but I did. I saw Serena's bare pussy, and I instantly got so hard it hurt. I was furious about what was happening, but I couldn’t help but get turned on. Serena is a wildcat, and I like it. She isn’t afraid to show how she feels, and I plan on learning from her.

The obnoxiously loud moans get even louder as the girls find their release. Who knows if they did or are faking it for our dads. It's not like I care. A few manly grunts follow, and it goes quiet except for the music playing.

Two things a son should never know about his father. How he sounds and how he looks while coming. The first time I saw it, I was seven. I accidentally walked in on him and my mom. I don’t know if that makes it better or worse. My dad cheated on my mom their entire marriage; it wasn’t a secret. I don’t know if I should feel relieved that I didn’t catch him cheating or horrified that I walked in on him and my mom.

I notice Midas staring at the prospect. The wheels in his are turning with some kind of idea, but I don’t know what. Odin is staring down at his phone. I look over his shoulder, and he is going through some pictures of Serena. She looks so happy in all of them. He had to have taken them without her knowledge because she hasn’t looked that happy around us in a long time. In each picture, she is smiling. He scrolls through photos of Serena walking around school, hanging with her friend, the day we saw her at the tattoo studio.

I will never forget how happy she looked showing her friends the tattoo. A crown on her shoulder. I instantly noticed it before we called out to her. When I saw that tattoo, my jaw dropped. She looked stunning, like a true queen, wearing the crown she deserved. She was so happy that day until I ruined it.

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