Page 9 of Mayhem

“Good evening, boys.” My father greets us. None of us say anything, waiting to hear what was so urgent that they requested our presence tonight. “Boys, I need your help with something."

I nod my head to him. I have never been able to say no to him, as my dad. It will be even harder once I am a member and he becomes my president. It is a weird dynamic, but it works for now. My dad looks down at his phone. An evil smile breaks across his face.

“Come on, boys. We have work to do.” He looks over to Ryker and Axel. They each give him an equally evil smile and stay behind while we walk out the door to our bikes. Ryker waves at us before turning to Axel and laughing with him.

I want to ask what he has us doing tonight. Most of the jobs we do are unofficial work for the club. The stuff he does not want to have to bring to a vote because he knows no one will agree with him, usually running some product or murder.

"We just need to make a quick stop at the house first," Dad announces before starting his bike and taking off. I get on my bike and ride behind my dad the whole way to our house, contemplating what he could need from us.

Our fathers have trained us our entire lives to take over the club. To become the best of the best, wanting us to take this small MC and turn it into something grand. They started the process when they all took over. They laid the groundwork for us to take it to the next step. Pops created the MC as a hobby. He wanted a club of like-minded people who enjoyed riding. Nothing illegal, just a hippie and his friends enjoying freedom.

My father saw something more. He wanted to make this a club that people feared. He wanted power. When he took over, the club got involved with drugs. When the money started pouring in, they decided it wasn’t enough. Guns became the next big-ticket item. I am confident there are other methods of earning the club money, but I can’t prove anything. One day, I will.

We pull into the laneway, and we all shut our bikes off. The house next door, which has been empty for months, was owned by Pops. I guess after he and his wife both passed away, the house went to his kid. His kid moved away before I was born. No one had ever talked about them. I never understood why his son would move away and give up his father’s legacy.

Pops was the most extraordinary guy I had ever met. He always took care of everyone at the MC. He became an honorary grandfather to all of us. I will always remember one lesson he gave me.When you meet your queen, never let her forget it. Treat her like royalty every day, and she will be anything and everything you need. I didn’t understand that fully at eight years old, but I kept that with me all these years. He knew what was coming for me one day and knew I would need someone strong beside me.

As far as I knew, the offspring still had not decided what they wanted to do with the house. I guess they finally decided to sell it. I wonder who the poor fucker is that moved in next door to my dad. He was known as the neighbor from hell. Constantly playing loud music, revving bikes at all hours of the night, and girls in and out of the house at random times. That is why the only neighbors are Ryker and Axel.

We park our bikes in the laneway. Dad gets off his motorcycle and saunters over to the sedan parked in the neighbor's laneway. A woman is bent over the back seat, grabbing a box. She has a nice ass.

“Can I help you with anything?” He smoothly says to her. She pops her head out of the car, and her jaw drops.

She looks like she has just seen a ghost. Her dark green eyes dart back and forth while looking at my dad. Her mouth opens and closes a few times, completely lost for words.

“Emma? Wow. Look at you. Still just as hot as I remember.” He grabs her around the waist and pulls her in for a hug. Her body is tense in his arms, but if he notices, he doesn’t act like it.

Emma pushes away from my dad, keeping her distance from him. Dad starts talking to her. I tune them out, not giving a shit what they are talking about. I look down at my phone and see a few texts from Valerie. Mostly nude pictures, telling me how horny she is, asking me to come fuck her. She doesn’t interest me past sex, despite how much she wants me to, but I could use a good fuck. Well not a good fuck, it never is with her, but sex would take the edge off right now.

“Where are my manners? Emma, this is my son, Midas.” My head snaps up. I give her a polite smile and nod. “The young man on the left is Odin, Ryker’s son.” He points out Odin. Odin politely waves to her. “And this is Zeus. Axel’s son.” Zeus keeps his face blank, trying to figure out how our dads know this woman. I am thinking the same thing.

She keeps her face blank as she looks at the three of us, but there is something in her eyes: anger and resentment. I have no idea why she looked at me the way she did, like a scorned lover, which was weird. I look over at my dad. He is staring at her like the conniving asshole he is. Something was up here.

“Dad, you said you had something you wanted our help with?” I ask impatiently. If he wants to talk to this woman, fine, but at least give us your orders first so I don’t have to be polite any longer, and I can get on with my evening.

“Oh, right. It can wait. Why don’t you guys head home? You have school tomorrow.” He gives me a pointed glare before waving us off.

I roll my eyes, pissed off that this was for nothing. The three of us head inside my house. We walk down the hall to my bedroom, and I flop onto my bed. Odin and Zeus sit on the bean bag chairs and pick up a couple of controllers to play video games.

We spend the next hour smoking some good weed and playing video games. Nights like this are my favorites. I love the mayhem we cause, but relaxing with my brothers makes it worth it. Knowing at the end of the day, I will always have them at my side.

I get up and walk to the kitchen to grab another beer when I hear a voice that sounds like it came from an angel. I looked out the window and saw her. She must be Emma’s daughter. She is beyond smoking hot. Long, blonde hair. A curvy body that I want to grab and leave marks all over. Her smile is bright and sweet, like she has never had to deal with anything in her life. A devilish idea pops into my head. I call the boys over to look at this pretty little plaything.

“I’m going to go get the pizza, Mom. I’ll be back in a bit.” She yells back into the house. Emma is standing at the door waving.

Odin stares at her, a crazy smile across his face. I already know he will be down with my idea. Zeus looks at her. His customarily expressionless face almost lights up when he looks at her. Something is brewing in his head, but I can’t figure it out. Then again, it is hard to figure out what he is thinking.

We stand there watching as she practically bounces to the sedan we saw earlier.Fuck.Her luscious ass looks spectacular, and her tits have a nice bounce to them.Oh yes, my idea is perfect.

She gets in the car, turns it on, and pulls out of her laneway before driving down the street, and we lose sight of her. We all stare out the window for a little too long, hoping to catch another glimpse of her even though she is gone.

“What’s the plan?” Odin asks with a wicked smile. I know he is thinking the same thing as me.

“I say we make a bet.” I grab a beer from the fridge. Popping the top off and taking a huge gulp of it. “First one to fuck her gets to keep her as their new toy.”

Odin’s crazy smile tells me he is down for that. I feel bad for her if he wins. There is a reason everyone calls him a psychopath. We are all ruthless, but Odin takes it to a new level.

Zeus is more difficult to read. I saw the way he looked at her. He wants her. I give Zeus a look, and he nods his head. I knew he would be up for the challenge.

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