Page 8 of Mayhem

Mom sighs and taps my shoulder before turning around and heading into the car. I take one last good look before I join her. We start to drive away, and a lone tear falls from my eye. Change is never easy, but maybe this will be good. A change for the better.

Or the worst.

Goodbye, sunny Florida. Hello, Fallingbrook.

Midas

Dad called me earlier, demanding that we come to the clubhouse, saying he had something urgent we had to do. With him, that could mean anything. I don’t mind doing the dirty work for the club. I have been doing it since I was a kid. All three of us have.

Of course, he is not here when we arrived. He never is when he demands our presence. All the members are here tonight. Most are just hanging out, shooting pool, or drinking, but some are in the back fucking club bunnies. I greet everyone we pass. I have known these guys my entire life. We grab a beer from the bar before sitting on the couch to watch the girls dance. My father loves having this place filled for entertainment. There is a constant rotation of new girls. Only a few have been here for a while, most are girls that live in town. I don’t know where the new girls come from, but I have an idea.

Some random bitch is shaking her ass in our faces. Odin is barely looking at her. He is more focused on whatever is on his phone. More than likely, someone is trying to convince him to fuck her. Zeus is looking but is zoned out. None of us care about the girls here. They are all the same. I have had more than enough of that. The ones that have been here a while get passed around from guy to guy in the hopes someone will like their pussy enough to settle down. These girls do not seem to have anything more in life than that.

Don’t get me wrong, we have fucked all the regular girls here and then some. Pussy is still pussy. I want more from my old lady if I must get one. I want a strong woman who will rule beside me. Someone obedient and submissive to me but would be willing to pull a gun on anyone without a second thought. All the girls at our school or from Richmond are not like that. All of them are looking for Prince Charming to sweep them off their feet and turn them into trophy wives.Pathetic.

I may be a misogynistic asshole at the best of times, but women should still be able to fight their own battles.

I am surprised that Dad called us to the clubhouse tonight. The first day of school is tomorrow, and he has been on my ass about it. He is still pushing us to go to college. He wants us to have more than he did instead of us tying our souls to the club. What he does not know is that we already have. We all agreed that this would be our life. We would ride together and die together. We have always done everything together. We will keep doing everything together. They are my brothers and mean more to me than anyone.

It has been over forty minutes since our dads were supposed to meet us here. Typical of them to be late. They live on their timeline and don’t care about anyone else: it is their way or the highway.

My dad has always been an asshole but became a bigger one once he took the President title. The power instantly went to his head and he ran with it. I think of him more like a dictator instead of a president. He rules the club with an iron fist. Anyone who goes against him gets a bullet between the eyes. This isn’t the original idea of the club.

The original leader was Bruce but we all called him Pops. My grandfather was his best friend. When Pops came to him with the idea for the club, my grandfather immediately agreed. They were both hippies who wanted a way to rebel and make their own rules. They wanted to be Kings, and change how things were done. A few other friends of theirs started all this. The original five are no longer with us, but we still follow their core policies. Or at least that is what everyone thinks.

“Do you like what you see tonight, Midas?” The girl who is shaking her ass in front of us asks me. I never learned their names. No point. I only bother learning the names of people that are important to me.

She is hot, but she does nothing for me. She has to be in her mid-twenties. Her shoulder length brown hair lays flat against her head. She is stick thin and her eyes are bloodshot. She looks like she is high off of something.

“Always, sugar.” I flirtatiously wink at her. I need some sort of entertainment while I sit here waiting.

She gets down from the table and saunters over to us. She lowers herself on my lap and whips her hair over her shoulder. “Then take me to your room in the back and show me just how good you can fuck me. You don’t even need to wear a rubber baby.” She glides her hand across my chest.

I grab her hand, squeeze it and twist it. She lets out a whimper of pain. She looks terrified, like she should. I throw her off my lap and she falls hard on the floor.

“If I wanted to fuck you, I would have already fucked you. Also, the last thing I am going to do is fuck you raw. Who knows where you have been and what you could infect me with.” I sneer at her. Her eyes start

“You aren’t going to trick him into getting you pregnant,” Zeus says from beside me, finally returning to the world of the living.

She sneers at Zeus, pissed off that he figured out what she was trying to do. It wasn’t exactly a secret what she was hoping to do.

I give her my signature fuck of now look, and she finally gets the hint. She clumsily gets up and walks away straight into the arms of another man. He is old enough to be her grandfather, not that she cares. Dick is dick to these girls.

Mine is just the best.

I need a fucking drink. I walk over to the bar and get the prospect to grab three beers. I bring them over for the boys. They thank me for the drinks, and we continue to wait for my old man to show.

Why the fuck would he call us here and not even show? What is he planning?

Speak of the devil. Dad finally walks into the clubhouse, followed by Odin and Zeus's dads. Like the three of us, they have been friends since childhood and inseparable. I heard rumors from the older guys that they all shared the same girlfriend in high school. They are fucking crazy if they did. I could never imagine sharing my woman with anyone. I want my women fully attached and obsessed with me.

My dad, Zane Anaxson, looks like an older version of me. Everyone tells me all the time that we look identical. His black hair is still just as dark as mine. We both stand at the same height and build. The only difference between me and him is I inherited my mother's golden amber eyes. My dad has bright blue eyes that you can see from across the room. Dad has a few tattoos. Most of them you can’t see. The only one he proudly shows off is his Chaos tattoo, the skull and crossbones with a crown.

Axel Skylar was the current Vice President. He has deep brown hair that is cut short but always styled. He is the pretty boy of the three and is covered in tattoos from his neck to his feet. His full beard is always neatly trimmed. He is not as tall as Zeus, but Axel is just as muscular.

Ryker Hayes is my father's Sergeant at Arms. The man is deadly. He use anything as a weapon. He loves to spend his free time at the shooting range. We all trained under him. Both Ryker and Odin have a rich blonde hair color, but Ryker's hair is short. Just like the others, his body is littered with tattoos. He has some chick's name tattooed over his heart, but he never talks about her. Ryker's green eyes were observing the room. When his eyes finally cast on us, he nods in our direction for our fathers to see.

None of our fathers were old. They are all thirty-seven years old. They decided to get their old ladies pregnant simultaneously so we could have the same bond they did. When my dad knocked up a club bunny by accident, the other two knocked up their girlfriends and married them. After I was born, my mother abandoned me with my father and left town. She never came back, and I have never heard from her since.I don’t even know what she looks like or what her name is. Anything Dad had of her, was burned shortly after she left.

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