Chapter 3

Mayhem

“Roll your hips.” I slap Gloria’s ass making her squeak. Why can’t these club whores just fuck like they are supposed to? I swear to fuck, this is more like the how-to session of fucking. I’m really getting sick of it.

“Oh God.” She moans. What the fuck is she moaning for? I know my dick is big, but she is barely moving! This is like that roller coaster ride you went on when you were a kid and it stalls. That’s what’s happening right now. My dick is stalling.

“Look, if you ain’t gonna ride my dick, just bend the fuck over and let me finish.” Her eyes snap open. She looks down at me a little pissed. I don’t care. I’m sick of little girls that want to be with real men but don’t know how to handle us.

“It’s so good, Mayhem,” she groans as her overly long nails drag across my chest. Ok. That’s it. The bitch looks like she rolled her face around in a box of Crayola’s before she came in here, but I thought I’d get a quick fuck and move on. This is insane though! I shove her off me quickly, tossing her onto her stomach. I grab her hips and lift them in the air before plunging back inside of her. She’s not that tight but she’ll do. I thrust into her rapidly needing to find my fucking release before I throw up from looking at the rainbow face. Reaching forward I grab her hair and yank it roughly listening to her scream my name. I roll my eyes and take her harder.

“Come the fuck on!” I growl as I ram inside of her. Thrust after thrust, I close my eyes and picture Becca. Her beautiful face. Her long golden hair as it swept around her. That’s all I need to get off. I cum roughly inside of her, filling the condom full. I’m breathless when I pull out of her and drop back onto the bed. Apparently Crayola Wonder takes it as an invitation and tires to snuggle, throwing her arm over my chest. What the hell is she thinking?

“What are you doin’?” I ask now that I’m a little interested in what she thinks is happening right now.

“I’m tired, Mayhem. Can’t I stay with you tonight?” she asks sweetly. I look down and see her clown paint running down my chest where her head is. Yeah, I don’t think so.

“Not a chance in hell. Get the fuck up and out,” I tell her. Her eyes come to meet mine and there it is. The motherfucking waterworks. She forces the tears to fall, further letting that shit she calls makeup run down my chest. I reach for the back of her head, pulling her hair as I lift her.

“Look, you did what you were here to do. Now get the fuck up and out of my room, darlin’. I will make sure no one in this club touches you again if you can’t follow simple directions.” I growl at her. Yeah, a fucking growl. Like a goddamn bear so that she gets the idea. Gloria pulls her hair free of my hand before climbing off the bed. Reaching over, I grab the sheet and wipe the remnants of her face off my skin before tossing it to the side.

“Your dick wasn’t that great anyway,” she mumbles as she heads for the door with her clothes in her hands. I can only laugh at that. I grab the Jack off the nightstand and take a long pull before dropping back onto the pillow. I have to picture Becca just too fucking get off. I wonder what that means for me? It’s been four fucking years. Four years, and I can’t seem to get myself past her. All I want is her sleeping peacefully in my fucking arms like she used to.

Her long blonde hair fanned out over my chest. Her sparkling blue eyes shining with love. But that’s gone. All of it. Every last piece of her is gone, and my fucking heart went with her. Knocking pulls me out of my thoughts of the past.

“What the fuck?” I yell. The door opens and my dad walks in looking a little on edge.

“What’s goin’ on?” I ask, shoving myself up. I sit and watch him running his hand down his face.

“You know Reg walked, right?” he asks. I nod my head. Reg was a Nomad who was supposed to stay with our chapter but decided he couldn’t handle it. Declan saw that shit coming a mile away too but no one listened.

“Yeah. So what?” I ask yawning.

“So, we need more manpower, Mayhem. You think you can run up North with Dec next week? Griz wants to expand. I told him we’d back him, but we’re fuckin’ short. Monster will get voted in, that’s not even an issue. The guys all trust him, but he’s needed here.”

I nod my head, already knowing all that. We’ve had some shit luck around here lately.

“Yeah, I can do that. Griz owes me anyway. Mouse still hangin’?” I ask him. Mouse is a prospect who has been around for a while. He does what he’s told, but he’s just not ready to be patched in yet.

“Yeah. Him and Nuts. That motherfucker is as insane as you are.” He laughs. It’s a real laugh, too. It’s nice to hear my dad laughing. He’s always so serious with all this club shit that he doesn’t have a chance to just let go.

“Don’t worry about it, Pop. We’ll get some new guys in here, and shit will all work out.”