Chapter 5

Mayhem

 

This is great. Really, really great. I’m on security for a complete nutcase! She’s beyond fucked in the head. So am I though. But she has this little ankle bitter that yips nonstop. I want to strangle it already. In fact, when she isn’t looking I might throw it out the front door or off the patio.

When the girl, Taylor, opened that door, my heart stopped for a minute. Her long blonde hair was hanging around her shoulders, her blue eyes full of light. I thought I saw a glimpse of Becca in her. It took me a minute to pull my shit together, but now I see they are nothing alike. This chick’s nuts.

“Yeah, you keep sayin’ that, but you’re runnin’ around here yellin’ and shit like you just escaped the mental hospital.” I wave my hand through the air dismissively as she yells a little more. She doesn’t seem to like that much.

“Can you just leave? I don’t know who the hell you are or why you’re here.” She huffs holding a small raggedy teddy bear in her arms.

“Oh, where are my manners. My name is Mayhem, love. You can call me sir, master, sexy…whatever works best for you.” I grin at her. Her cheeks redden as she takes a step back.

“My dad sent you?” She asks like I’m not really here in front of her.

“Your dad hired my club. Seems your dad and mine have a deal goin’. I’m here until further notice, love.” I pull my feet from the coffee table before glancing around. “We sharin’ a room? I don’t do dogs in the bed though.” I wink her at before nodding toward her mutt. Her cheeks flush, her grip on the bear tightening.

“You’re gross. Stay on the couch,” she says turning and heading toward what I assume to be a bedroom. She calls after her dog. Minnie? Really? Delusional much? A fucking two-pound dog named Minnie. I shake my head at that.

I’m curious though. Or maybe I’m just too damn nosey. I shove off the couch and head toward the door. I find her sitting on the bed with tears in her eyes. Something inside of me shifts. I don’t want to see her cry. I didn’t mean to hurt her.

“Hey, I was only fuckin’ around,” I tell her as I lean against the doorframe. Her head comes up and her eyes meet mine. There’s so much sadness in her.

“It wasn’t you. I’m sorry. I didn’t know my dad would hire someone like you to stay here,” she says.

Someone like me? Curiosity is getting the best of me with this one. “What is someone like me?” I ask.

She shakes her head and looks me up and down. “You look like you sell drugs on a corner.” She waves her hand up and down my body.

I look down at my torn jeans, my dusty boots, and my cut. I think I look normal. A drug dealer? No. “I don’t do street corners, but if there’s somethin’ you’re into, I can get,” I tell her. I see the flicker in her eyes, which again makes me wonder what the real deal is with this girl.

“I’m going to take a shower.” She grumbles.

“Is that an offer?” I ask. She looks up at me again, and her cheeks turn pink. Jesus, it’s easy as hell to get a reaction out of her.

“You’re disgusting. Don’t you have anything else to wear? I don’t want my new furniture all nasty.” She shoves off the bed and walks around her little room.

I wonder what her problem is? Daddy issues would be the first thing to tick off on her sanity sheet. The girl has an attitude from Satan himself.

“You know what? I was tryin’ to play the nice card with you, but fuck that. Fuck you. I’ll be out on that overpriced couch of yours if you need me,” I tell her before turning and leaving her room.

I pull my cell out and check my messages when I hear the water turn on. I hit the call button and call my dad.

“You find the place?” he says without a hello.

“You sent me to the pits of hell, Pop? What have I ever done to you?” I ask. He laughs into the phone, but I don’t think it’s all that funny. If she keeps up with that attitude, I will kill that bitch before any of her dad’s enemies get a chance.

“What’s wrong?” he asks slightly amused.

“She’s a vile bitch. She doesn’t want me here, and she has this little squeakin’ ass dog. Why didn’t you send Dec for this shit?” I already know the answer to that. I’m the fucking enforcer. I get these kinds of jobs.

“She can’t be that bad; she’s just a kid, Mayhem.” He laughs. Yeah, laugh it up, motherfucker.

“She yelled at me for sittin’ on her couch, Pop.” He laughs harder into the other end of the phone. “How long am I here for?” Hopefully not long; I take this shit.

“As long as there’s a threat. He’s got his guys lookin’ into it, but we may need to step up eventually. Just get some sleep, Son.”

The line goes dead, and I’m left to the silence of the evil woman that’s in the shower. It doesn’t help my dick to know that there is a sexy ass woman in there naked.

I adjust my dick and groan.

This is going to be hell.