Page 3 of Mayhem

I hated when he started comparing me to Cleo. She has always been model thin. I’m not and have never been a big girl, but I am curvy. I have always had big boobs, wide hips, and a round ass. I loved my body, and I was confident in my skin, but I was envious of her and the attention she got because of how she looked. I tried dieting and exercise, but when the weight wasn’t coming off, I took drastic measures. When the weight started to come off quickly, Evan constantly praised my new figure.

I did that until I became sick. My mom was so scared that I was going to die. I hated seeing her like that, and honestly, I hated how I looked. I slowly started getting healthier and putting the weight I lost back on.

Evan was livid that I was putting weight back on, and demanded that I stick to a strick diet of his choosing. I stupidly aggreed. I am still thinner than I was, but not as sickly thin anymore.

I was never one to have a bad relationship with food, until Evan made it that way.

He always had a say in my appearance, even as a kid. Whenever my mom would take me shopping, I always made sure to choose things he would like. It was never anything I would have worn, but it made him happy, so I did it. He was never like that with Cleo. She had friends, could dress how she wanted, and do what she wanted.

One night, Evan and I got into a fight. I wore a dress that was ‘too short’ and showed too much skin. He got so angry at me. When I pointed out that he never treated Cleo that way, he backhanded me hard across the face. A red mark marred my skin, and blood trickled from my lip where I bit it. The pain was unimaginable. It was the first time I was ever scared of him.

He apologized profusely that night and said he would never do it again. I believed him again. He kept telling me that I made him do it. If I were not wearing something so revealing, he would not have had to hit me. Everything was my fault in his eyes.

After that, I tried my best never to upset him again. I did what he wanted. I behaved the way he wanted and became the perfect girl. His parents praised our relationship constantly. His mother even told me she always knew we would get together one day and that she could not ask for a better future daughter-in-law.

“Cleo. So nice to see you.” I deadpan back. “Who paid for your time tonight?” I look her up and down. She sneers at me before she tosses her black hair over her shoulder and walks into Evan’s dorm building.

I have no idea who she is seeing. I honestly don’t care anymore. I knew she wasn’t a good person, but I never thought she would stoop as low as she has. She and her new friends still love to spread rumors about me, not that I pay attention to them. Gossip like that gets spread because people are miserable and have nothing better to do with their lives.

I heard Cleo was making her way through the entire football team this summer. Everyone wanted to fuck her, but no one wanted to date her. She was desperate to find someone that would stick with her.

I continue walking to the main entrance. Thankfully, my Uber is waiting for me. I hop in the car and stare out the window until it pulls into my driveway. Mom is still awake, sitting in the kitchen, eating a slice of chocolate cake. She looks up as I enter the room and smiles at me.

Mom was never a huge fan of me dating Evan. She always said that there was something off about him. I always roll my eyes and shrug off what she says. I know my mom means well. She just wants the best for me and always has. It has always been me and her against the world. Her family has never been present in my life. I know nothing about them, and that is fine with me. They didn’t want anything to do with me, and that’s their loss. My father's family has been there for me, even though he couldn’t be.

I grab the cake from the fridge and cut off a small slice for myself. I sit down across from my mom and enjoy my cake in silence. I did not realize how hungry I was until now. I barely ate my dinner. Evan ordered an all-vegetable dish for me. I wanted to cut a second slice, but then Evan’s voice was in my head. I decided against it.

I rinsed my plate off before kissing Mom on her head and saying goodnight to her.

Midas

Summer break is almost over. My boys- Odin and Zeus- and I have been living it up this summer. Soon, we start our senior year of high school. This is the last summer we could do anything we wanted to. Partying. Sex. Chaos. The shit that we revel in. That is what life should be about anyway. Getting fucked up. Fucking anything willing. Fucking shit up.

Going back to Fallingbrook High is not something that I wanted to do. I don’tneedan education; it is not like I ever planned to do anything else in my life. I am where I want to be, and nothing will change that.

Our Dads have been members of the Kings of Chaos MC our entire lives. My boys and I have grown up with this lifestyle. It is all I have ever known, but I wouldn’t want my life any other way. We haven’t become members yet. Our fathers stated that we couldn’t join until after high school. Some bullshit rule they made when we were younger. It used to be that at eighteen, you could become a prospect, but for us, they changed that. Not that it overly matters. People still know who we are and not to fuck with us.

I have never had to worry or wonder where I would be going in life or how I would survive. I will be set for life. My father paved a path for me that I plan to continue down. Nothing in this world could stop me from achieving my goals.

High school is the only wrench in my plan- so far. I wanted to drop out this year. My father would only allow us to join if we finished our last year. His original terms were that I had to finish college, but I refused. It was the only battle I had ever won against my father. I learned quickly as a child never to argue or fight my father. It was a painful lesson.

Fallingbrook is a charming small town. Or at least, that is what the welcome sign says when you drive into town. It is one of those places where you blink, and you miss it. Everyone knows everyone. People rarely move here. The locals all know who we are. They don’t know what the club gets up to, which is better that way. Of course, they know the smalls stuff. There is no way to hide it all. Many do not agree with what we do, but they know we do more good than harm to the community.

There is not much to do here. There are only a handful of mom-and-pop shops along the main drag and many forests and lakes. It is private and peaceful.It is just the way I like it.No one disturbs us here.

If you want more, you drive to Richmond. The “big city” is only about a forty-five-minute drive north from here. The MC doesn’t go into the city, unless we have to. The beef between us and the Shadow Brotherhood is lethal. It has been that way for the last six years. We used to have peace between us, but that all changed when the previous leader died. It became an all-out war after that. No one ever told us what happened, but the Brotherhood blamed the MC. They declared war that day, and there has been constant bloodshed since. We each stick to our own turf.

My boys and I will rule this town one day. Who needs more than that? As long as I have them and willing pussy, I will be content for life. Settling down and finding an old lady is the last thing I want. I will probably be just like my dad and end up knocking up some random chick to get my heir. Unlike him, I will not be nineteen when that happens. Hell, I don’t even want to be younger than forty before I think about that. I plan to live a long, adventurous life before I fuck my life up with an ankle biter. Fuck waking up all hours of the night and changing shitty diapers. Who honestly thinks of that as a fun time?Not me. I plan to live my life to the fullest before I ruin it.

It is Saturday night. We are throwing a party at our warehouse. The place is packed to the limit tonight. With little to do in this town, everyone hopes to get in. We throw parties every weekend, much to my father’s dismay. We own this building, but my dad likes to use it for storage for the club. The number of weapons and drugs here could rival the cartel.

Enough of the rich assholes from Richmond come here to party. We are just as dangerous as the Brotherhood, but they have more anonymity here.

Dirty Mind by Boy Epic is blasting through the sound system. The bass is so loud you can barely hear the person beside you. The strobe lights decorate the dancefloor with assorted colors. Half-naked girls that are high and drunk are dancing and grinding on any willing dick.

I look out at the raging crowd below us. My arms are on the railing as I lean over to look down at my people. Odin and Zeus are beside me, watching the depravity below. All the kids from Richmond have more money than brains, especially when they are intoxicated. Guys are looking to spend a ton of cash in the hopes of getting some poor girl drunk or high enough to sleep with them.

Selling and dealing is a lucrative business, especially how we do it. We learned long ago the lengths and prices people are willing to pay to get what they want. We double the street price and pocket the difference. We then split that three ways and make a killing. The club then gets their cut, which they divide between them all. It is the perfect system.

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