Page 24 of Mayhem

I take a sip. The bitter taste coats my tongue, making me cringe. How do people enjoy this? I try to hide my disgust, but Odin notices. He chuckles before grabbing the beer from my hand and placing it on the bar top. He waves Diesel back over and whispers something in his ear. Diesel’s face blanches before he nods to Odin. He turns around quickly, makes a drink, and hands it to Odin. Odin condescendingly pats Diesel on the cheek.

Odin walks back over to me with a glass. “Here, try this. It’s a rum and coke.”

I take a sip. It’s good and not too strong. I start to chug it back. I know I shouldn’t chug alcohol. Tonight, I want to have fun and forget everything. I want to block out the pain and the horrible things I did to myself that I almost wanted to do again. I have been trying so hard not to go down that path again.

I chug back the entire drink before Odin grabs it from my hands. “Whoa, there, killer. Take it easy.” He snickers.

“Let’s dance!” I grab his hand and drag him out to the dance floor.

Tell Me the Truth by Two Feet playing loudly through the speaker system. Odin pulls my back against his front. His hands possessively grab my hips and pull me as close to him as I can get. He starts to sway us back and forth. I can feel his growing erection against my lower back.

I caress my hands up my sides, over my shoulders, and around his neck. I pull his head down beside mine, and he willingly moves. He brushes his nose against my neck, inhaling my scent. He lets out a low growl that sends trembles through my body.

“Tell me your truth, Odin.”

Odin

Tell her my truth. That could be dangerous.

I could tell her I had been obsessed with her since the second I saw her. I have followed and watched her from afar since school started. Even when she is in the shower, I could tell her about all the terrible things I have had to do for the club, but that would make her run. I think about her morning, noon, and night. She occupies all my thoughts.

I could tell her about the bet, get everything out in the open, but that would definitely make her run. I may like the chase, but I don’t want her to run from me. There is something about her that I can’t get enough of, and the way I feel about her is like nothing I have ever felt for another person before.

“My truth. I…”crave you. Obsess over you. Need you.“Need another drink. Do you want one?” I lamely reply. She looks at me, confused by my answer, and nods.

I rush to the bar, putting the much-needed distance I need from her. I order a shot of tequila and toss it back right away. It burns going down, but the burn seems to be tampering down the burn I feel for her. Serena.

Every part of me wants her so badly. I don’t know what I want from her, but I want her. I hate that she has someone else. She ismine.I have already claimed her in my mind and refuse to let her go. I am addicted to her, willing to cross every line to make her mine. Hell, I would even force her to be mine.

My phone starts vibrating in my pocket.

I said I would grab her another. I wave Diesel back over and order another rum and coke for her. She seemed to enjoy it earlier.

I need to buy some of both for my room when she inevitably spends all her time there. I smile at the thought of her in my room. In my bed. Naked.Fuck, I’m making myself hard.

I roll my eyes at his text. He is just pissy that I found Serena first. He is deadly committed to winning this bet he made. I will admit, at first, the thought of having a new toy to play with is why I agreed. I also enjoy the chase. The bet started this, but for me, it has turned into something more. I don't know how the other two feel, but if I had to guess, it's more for all of us.

I have spent my free time watching and learning everything about her. She is like no one I have ever met before, in the best way possible. She is sweet and kind to everyone. She works hard and seems to put everyone before herself. She is personable. She is too good of a person for the MC lifestyle, but I want her in it. She would be the sunlight in my otherwise dark world. She is my beacon of hope and goodness.

Diesel walks over with the drinks. I nod my head and walk back out to the dance floor. She is right where I left her, dancing to the loudly pumping music. A few guys have gathered around her, attempting to get her attention. She ignores them, but they keep pushing. A guy grabs her waist and pulls her towards him. She tries to push him away, but he holds on tighter.

A feral growl tears through my throat, and I see red. I want to beat his ass until he is nothing but pulp on the floor. I hand the drinks to some random chick beside me and charge over to my girl. Yeah, that’s right, I said my girl because that is what she is. She just doesn’t know it yet.

I grab the guy currently holding her, swinging his body around towards me. He is about to yell at me, but the words on his lips disappear when he sees me. Before he can even say anything, I cock my fist back and deck him as hard as I can in the face. Serena jumps out of the way, and her jaw drops. She doesn’t look scared. Instead, she seems almost impressed. She glances down at the guy bleeding all over the floor and swiftly kicks him in the ribs. Girls start screaming, and more guys look like they are ready to step in and try to fight me. No one is brave -or stupid- enough to start anything. Serena turns around, walking away from the scene unfolding before her.

I abandon the drinks with that chick and race after my little firecracker.Who knew she had it in her?I did, and I like it. I reach out to grab her but stop. She was just unwantedly grabbed by someone, so I bet the last thing she wants is me grabbing her. I jog in front of her and hold my hands up to get her to stop. She almost runs into my chest before she does. I look down into her mesmerizing green eyes. They are wild with adrenaline.

I raise my hand and slowly bring it over to her. I give her a second to move away if she wants to, but she doesn’t. She waits, and I run my thumb along her jaw. She gasps at the contact, seeming to enjoy it.You are mine.I want to tell her that. Proclaim to the world that she belongs to me. I know what she would say. Herboyfriend isback home. How can I get her to break up with him and crawl into my bed?

Usually, I don’t give two shits if a girl has a boyfriend. With Serena, I don’t want there to be anyone else, only me. Maybe also my brothers, but that is a whole other thing. I never thought I would think about sharing with them, but I can see it.

Her skin is soft under my touch. Silk-like and delicate like an orchid. She is so pure, and I am contaminated. I would ruin her, but maybe that is what she needs. I have seen how she acts and the texts she sends her boyfriend. She acts forced to be the perfect Stepford wife for him. She submits to him and has no ambitions besides him. That’s not how I see her. She shouldn’t be under control. No, she deserves to rule a kingdom.

I can see a dim fire in her, and I will turn it into a wild inferno that will burn the world if that’s what she wants. She needs a little crazy in her life. I will give it to her.

“What would your boyfriend say about you here with me like this right now?” I can’t help but ask. I know this will end with pain for me, but I need to know.

“What boyfriend?” She breathes out. “We broke up after he cheated on me.”

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