Midas
Dad called me earlier, demanding that we come to the clubhouse, saying he had something urgent we had to do. With him, that could mean anything. I don’t mind doing the dirty work for the club. I have been doing it since I was a kid. All three of us have.
Of course, he is not here when we arrived. He never is when he demands our presence. All the members are here tonight. Most are just hanging out, shooting pool, or drinking, but some are in the back fucking club bunnies. I greet everyone we pass. I have known these guys my entire life. We grab a beer from the bar before sitting on the couch to watch the girls dance. My father loves having this place filled for entertainment. There is a constant rotation of new girls. Only a few have been here for a while, most are girls that live in town. I don’t know where the new girls come from, but I have an idea.
Some random bitch is shaking her ass in our faces. Odin is barely looking at her. He is more focused on whatever is on his phone. More than likely, someone is trying to convince him to fuck her. Zeus is looking but is zoned out. None of us care about the girls here. They are all the same. I have had more than enough of that. The ones that have been here a while get passed around from guy to guy in the hopes someone will like their pussy enough to settle down. These girls do not seem to have anything more in life than that.
Don’t get me wrong, we have fucked all the regular girls here and then some. Pussy is still pussy. I want more from my old lady if I must get one. I want a strong woman who will rule beside me. Someone obedient and submissive to me but would be willing to pull a gun on anyone without a second thought. All the girls at our school or from Richmond are not like that. All of them are looking for Prince Charming to sweep them off their feet and turn them into trophy wives. Pathetic.
I may be a misogynistic asshole at the best of times, but women should still be able to fight their own battles.
I am surprised that Dad called us to the clubhouse tonight. The first day of school is tomorrow, and he has been on my ass about it. He is still pushing us to go to college. He wants us to have more than he did instead of us tying our souls to the club. What he does not know is that we already have. We all agreed that this would be our life. We would ride together and die together. We have always done everything together. We will keep doing everything together. They are my brothers and mean more to me than anyone.
It has been over forty minutes since our dads were supposed to meet us here. Typical of them to be late. They live on their timeline and don’t care about anyone else: it is their way or the highway.
My dad has always been an asshole but became a bigger one once he took the President title. The power instantly went to his head and he ran with it. I think of him more like a dictator instead of a president. He rules the club with an iron fist. Anyone who goes against him gets a bullet between the eyes. This isn’t the original idea of the club.
The original leader was Bruce but we all called him Pops. My grandfather was his best friend. When Pops came to him with the idea for the club, my grandfather immediately agreed. They were both hippies who wanted a way to rebel and make their own rules. They wanted to be Kings, and change how things were done. A few other friends of theirs started all this. The original five are no longer with us, but we still follow their core policies. Or at least that is what everyone thinks.
“Do you like what you see tonight, Midas?” The girl who is shaking her ass in front of us asks me. I never learned their names. No point. I only bother learning the names of people that are important to me.
She is hot, but she does nothing for me. She has to be in her mid-twenties. Her shoulder length brown hair lays flat against her head. She is stick thin and her eyes are bloodshot. She looks like she is high off of something.
“Always, sugar.” I flirtatiously wink at her. I need some sort of entertainment while I sit here waiting.
She gets down from the table and saunters over to us. She lowers herself on my lap and whips her hair over her shoulder. “Then take me to your room in the back and show me just how good you can fuck me. You don’t even need to wear a rubber baby.” She glides her hand across my chest.
I grab her hand, squeeze it and twist it. She lets out a whimper of pain. She looks terrified, like she should. I throw her off my lap and she falls hard on the floor.
“If I wanted to fuck you, I would have already fucked you. Also, the last thing I am going to do is fuck you raw. Who knows where you have been and what you could infect me with.” I sneer at her. Her eyes start
“You aren’t going to trick him into getting you pregnant,” Zeus says from beside me, finally returning to the world of the living.
She sneers at Zeus, pissed off that he figured out what she was trying to do. It wasn’t exactly a secret what she was hoping to do.
I give her my signature fuck of now look, and she finally gets the hint. She clumsily gets up and walks away straight into the arms of another man. He is old enough to be her grandfather, not that she cares. Dick is dick to these girls.
Mine is just the best.
I need a fucking drink.I walk over to the bar and get the prospect to grab three beers. I bring them over for the boys. They thank me for the drinks, and we continue to wait for my old man to show.
Why the fuck would he call us here and not even show? What is he planning?
Speak of the devil. Dad finally walks into the clubhouse, followed by Odin and Zeus”s dads. Like the three of us, they have been friends since childhood and inseparable. I heard rumors from the older guys that they all shared the same girlfriend in high school. They are fucking crazy if they did. I could never imagine sharing my woman with anyone. I want my women fully attached and obsessed with me.
My dad, Zane Anaxson, looks like an older version of me. Everyone tells me all the time that we look identical. His black hair is still just as dark as mine. We both stand at the same height and build. The only difference between me and him is I inherited my mother”s golden amber eyes. My dad has bright blue eyes that you can see from across the room. Dad has a few tattoos. Most of them you can’t see. The only one he proudly shows off is his Chaos tattoo, the skull and crossbones with a crown.
Axel Skylar was the current Vice President. He has deep brown hair that is cut short but always styled. He is the pretty boy of the three and is covered in tattoos from his neck to his feet. His full beard is always neatly trimmed. He is not as tall as Zeus, but Axel is just as muscular.
Ryker Hayes is my father”s Sergeant at Arms. The man is deadly. He use anything as a weapon. He loves to spend his free time at the shooting range. We all trained under him. Both Ryker and Odin have a rich blonde hair color, but Ryker”s hair is short. Just like the others, his body is littered with tattoos. He has some chick”s name tattooed over his heart, but he never talks about her. Ryker”s green eyes were observing the room. When his eyes finally cast on us, he nods in our direction for our fathers to see.
None of our fathers were old. They are all thirty-seven years old. They decided to get their old ladies pregnant simultaneously so we could have the same bond they did. When my dad knocked up a club bunny by accident, the other two knocked up their girlfriends and married them. After I was born, my mother abandoned me with my father and left town. She never came back, and I have never heard from her since.I don’t even know what she looks like or what her name is. Anything Dad had of her, was burned shortly after she left.
“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.
We all have gotten bored of the same old chicks here. New meat is just what we need. Plus, the bet makes it better. None of us like to lose, so this should be fun. I know I will win. No girl has ever said no to me, and I do not plan on breaking that streak. When we meet her tomorrow, I will get a feel of her before I formulate a plan to win. I bet she likes a man to sweep her off her feet and woo her. A prince charming. That is not me. I am the villain who will steal the princess, lock her in a tower, and have my way with her.
“All right, then we agree. The first to fuck her gets to keep her. May the best man win!” I smugly say.
Already a plan was forming in my head, and I knew I would win. Soon, the new girl would be on her knees for me.