Page 39 of Mayhem

We went to the studio because Odin got his tongue pierced. He said he found a vibrating tongue piercing and thought it would be fun to use on Serena. It was just total luck that we went the same day as her. After the fight at the tattoo studio, I told the guys I would meet up with them later. I had always planned on getting her a birthday present. I didn’t know what I wanted to get her.

I was surprised to see her and even more surprised by her outfit. She looked stunning, a total smoke show, like an angel who wanted to play with the devil. She was everything in that moment, and I freaked out. I freaked because I didn’t need another reason for the guys to want her. That is why I called her a club bunny. Midas hates club bunnies. Sure, he screws them, but that’s it. They are just girls who fuck anyone they think will give them a better life. I don’t know how Odin feels about them. He has never shown any interest besides sex with them. None of them have ever caught his eye like Serena has.

It was a shit thing to do in the hopes they would back off. All I did was push Serena away. I hurt her even after I told myself I never would. Now, I need to make it up to her. I pat my chest and feel the small box, which has been in my inside chest pocket since I bought her birthday gift. It will stay there until I can give it to her.

“Hey! Prospect,” Midas shouts, making the poor guy jump and almost drop a bottle of booze. He turns to face Midas and points at himself. Midas nods, and the prospect walks over to him. “Follow me.” He grits out.

Odin and I rise to follow, but Midas gives us a look to stay.What the hell?I look at Odin, and he shrugs his shoulder, clearly not knowing anything. I watch Midas put his arm around the prospect and lead him down the hallway to the bedrooms.

Heels patter across the floor to the front door before our dads sit beside us. We all nod at each other in greetings, not saying any words. The less I speak to my dad, the better. I hate him most days. He is everything I never want to be, but I know I will grow up being just like him. There is no avoiding that. Destiny is a fickle bitch.

The prospect isn’t behind the bar anymore, so I get up and walk around it to grab three beers for our dads. I hand them off and grab another for me. I need it. I can’t stop repeating everything that has happened in the last three days. So much has happened in such a short amount of time. I can’t wrap my head around everything yet.

I agree with the guys that the cameras are a good idea. I know she will hate it, but I will take that as long as she stays safe. Thankfully, we are familiar with the layout of that house well, having spent a lot of time there as kids. I know the perfect spot to put them. She won’t be able to find them.

After a few minutes of awkward silence with our dads, Midas finally returns with a very scared prospect.What did he say to him?I glare at Midas, and he returns it with an almost unnoticeable head shake.Not here.He sits down beside his dad and takes a sip of his beer. I’m still behind the bar even though the prospect is back. I would rather be able to see everyone. It's the best way to read them properly.

Because I didn't feel things, I would fake them. The best way to do that is to watch everyone. To learn the proper ways to react to situations. I didn’t want kids to know I was different after the accident. Everyone knew what happened to me- it made the local paper- but no one besides the guys knew the effects of it. I was scared to be bullied by the other kids at school. I was a small kid. Short, skinny, and nerdy. Odin was always a big kid, and Midas had this massive energy around him. No one ever messed with them. I was the target out of the three. I didn’t need to give kids another reason to bully me. So, I rapidly learned how to blend in.

Now, it works out for me because I can pick up on little ticks that most people don’t notice they do. I read people. I read that poor bastard we had to torture on Friday. He had no clue why he was there. I still don’t either. It's another thing to add to the growing list of shit I need to figure out about our dads. I swear that list gets bigger every day. They have always been an enigma, but in the last month, they have been even crazier.

I left early to get his computers to find all the information that our dads wanted. They didn't want me to look through it, but I did. I wanted to know what was so special about this guy. There was nothing of interest at all. No information on any rival clubs or us. No vital data or bank account information. Even his calendar was empty. The guy was a loser and never should have crossed paths with the King's MC. There was no logical reason why we had to deal with that poor bastard.

“Why are we here, Dad?” Midas grunts out.

“Is it a crime that we wanted to spend time with our sons?” Zane replies with a menacing tone. They never spend time with us. Odin is the only exception, and that never goes well for him. “Fine. We wanted to check-in. See how sales are going.”

“Everything is fine. Product is moving faster than I can supply it.” Midas keeps his tone lethal, in boss mode around his dad. He had to be. We all had to wear our masks when we were with our dads. We had our roles to play, and we played them well.

Midas is right. The product is selling fast, probably because we are the only supplier. Zane has us pushing weed and coke at the school and our clubhouse. Enough students from the college come, and they all come from money. Midas had the genius idea to up the price at the clubhouse so we could skim a bit off the top. All that money went into an account that only the three of us knew about. It’s a backup plan in case things ever go south. All our money goes in there.

Of course, we have our regular bank accounts that we keep topped up. For personal use and in case our dads come sniffing around our money. We always stay one step ahead of them. It's a must to survive and take over one day. As much as we are the future, we are also expendable to our dads.

“Good man,” Zane said while clapping Midas on the back. I could see his shoulders tense when his dad touched him. Midas hated anyone touching him, even girls he was fucking. That’s why he has a thing for bondage.

“We have a shipment coming in from down south. We need you boys to escort it.” My dad announces. Great, another drug shipment coming in. Not a hard job but a pain in the ass.

I want to argue that we aren’t the only ones who can do security for shipments, but I know our dads are up to something else, and it’s usually not club business.Fuck.What are they getting us involved in? Midas seems to have the same thought I am because his face scrunches up. We know better than to question. We will do our job, get paid, and leave. That’s it. I give him a nod, and so does Odin.

They tell us when the shipment is, where to meet it, and where to take it. It shouldn’t be a difficult job, just long. It's a few hour ride to the border to meet with the truck carrying whatever we have to pick up. Then, a few hours passed us to a warehouse I had never heard of, and then a couple of hours back home. It will take all night. At least we have three days until then. I will have to install the cameras before we leave.

I hate being gone all night from Serena when she has a stalker. The only thing that makes me not want to skin my father alive right now or refuse the job, is the cameras. At least I will still be able to keep an eye on her. I just need to set them up first. I won’t be able to do anything if something happens, but I have some people I can ask for a favor if needed. Someone the guys don’t even know about. It would destroy them if they knew I kept in contact with this person, but we were once close.

When our meeting is over, our fathers invite us to stay longer. There will be a party tonight and all the girls we could want.Pass.The only girl I want is back in her room, or at least, I think she is there. I still have to stop at my mom’s to get all my equipment. Then, we need to find a way to steal Serena’s key during class so I can install everything.

Easier said than done.

Serena

All my classes have been beyond boring today. I can barely pay attention to what my teachers have been saying. I can’t stop thinking about the note I found on my bed.I belong to them? Who are they? Why me?Questions have been swirling around in my head since I saw it, but there are no answers to any of them.

Midas was the only logical answer, but he said he didn’t leave it. Weirdly, I believe that he didn’t leave it. He may be possessive and an asshole, but he has never seemed like the stalking type.

I saw the look on his face when I shoved the note into his chest. His face fell, and he became so angry as he read it. There is no way he is that good of an actor, but that opens the question of who did. Odin and Zeus would never do anything like that. Knowing Odin, he would be naked on my bed if he wanted to surprise me.

A small nagging voice in my mind keeps telling me not to count them out yet. I can’t fathom them being this crazy. Yes, they are crazy -I have seen it firsthand- but this is different. This can’t be a tactic for the bet. It’s over now.

I expected them to be at my door the following morning, but surprisingly, they listened when I told them I wanted space. I have barely seen them around school. Even when we share the same classes, they don’t bother me. They haven’t sent me texts, made flirty comments when they see me, or even looked at me in the halls. At first, that’s what I wanted. I wanted space to be able to think about everything. Now that I have gotten space, I don’t want them to leave my side again. It’s weird how attached you can become to someone in such a short amount of time. They have been a constant in my life since I arrived in town.

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