Midas
Stupid fucking bitch, who the hell does she think she is? No one has ever hit me and lived to see the next day. I have killed people for less. I wanted to strangle her until the life left her sweet eyes. I wanted to hear her beg and plead with me to let her live, but she didn’t. I saw how she flinched at first, but she held firm. Serena stared back at me like she was daring me to do it. That was probably the hottest thing a girl has ever done to me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hurt her. I would never be able to kill her. She is strong and reckless, but I like that about her. I just needed her to be scared, to know who was on top. To know her place. I may let shit slide when it comes to her, but she still needed to be punished. The thought of her naked on my bed, her hand tied behind her back while I spank her, invades my mind. That’s how I want to punish her when I finally have her.
The three of us walk out of the school and to our bikes. Everyone else is already gone. The only cars left belong to the teachers and Serena. I can’t stop staring at it, picturing fucking her in the backseat or her sucking my cock while I drive it. Add those to my ever-growing list of ways to fuck her when I win the bet. Is it just a bet anymore? Yes, it is, I think. Odin whistles to get my attention. I turn around and see him and Zeus already on their bikes, waiting for me. I hop on, and we ride to my house.
The open road has always been one of the only ways to calm myself down. The feeling of freedom as the world whips past me. I still feel so wound up, needing an outlet. Ordinarily, I would just fuck some slut to get these feelings out, but not this time. I refuse to fuck anyone until I fuck Serena. I want to feel her tight pussy clamp around me while I drive into her. I want to hear her moans of pleasure and screams of ecstasy. I want to hear her say my name like it’s the only name she ever wants to say.
I’m starting to feel like once I have her, I won’t ever be able to give her up.
Maybe Zeus has the right idea by trying to be her friend first. He is the closest to her out of the three of us. She looks at him in a way that I want her to look at me. She gives that look to Odin sometimes, like he is everything.
Odin has been laying his crazy on thick but in a different way. There is a reason we call him a psycho. Besides the fact that he could fillet a man without breaking a sweat, he is obsessive. When he gets his sights on something, we won’t stop until he has it. His sights have been set on Serena since he saw her.
I have seen him sneaking around her house a lot lately. He has been watching her. I don’t think she has ever noticed, or I know she would be raising hell about it. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has found a way to microchip her so he always knows where she is. Not that we would need it anyway. We all seem to gravitate towards her.
My brand of asshole doesn’t seem to faze her. She doesn’t care. I have been trying to make her jealous by flirting with other girls, but either doesn’t care or I’ve hurt her and she wants nothing to do with me. Fuck, I’m starting to think it’s the second one.
Serena isn’t like anyone I have ever met before. She can go toe to toe with me, and that’s impressive. No one has ever stood up to me like she does. When she slapped me earlier, I was pissed off. But I was so much more impressed. She is strong and would be a perfect queen by my side. I don’t think I could ever love her, but she has proved to be the only one worthy of the role. My old lady must be just as tough as I am and take no shit from anyone but me. She needs to be rough on the outside but submissive on the inside and only to me.
She is perfect for me. Even her last name proves that. Serena Gold. One day, I will change it to Anaxson and watch her grow round with my son. I need to do something soon if that’s the outcome I want. I need to scare her into my arms or something. She needs a reason to come to us. She needs a push to show her we are the right option.
I don’t think I have ever been jealous of my friend before, but recently it’s all I feel. If it wasn’t for fucking Valerie, I know she would look at me the same way too. I need to figure a way around her bullshit without Serena getting hurt in the process. Valerie may be a vapid bitch, but she has some dangerous people in her corner.
We pull into my laneway. I know Serena isn’t home yet, but I can’t help but look over at her house. It’s become my new routine when I get home. Knowing she is so close to me soothes a part of my soul. I almost thanked God- or the devil- when I noticed her room was right across from mine. We walk inside my empty house. Dad is never home, but he has been home a little more than usual since Serena moved next door.
I throw myself onto my bed. At least it’s Friday, and we can figure out something this weekend to get Serena. It’s still every man for himself, but getting help to push her in the right direction is fine. These boys know I want her, and I won’t stop until I get her. I don’t share, and I don’t play well with others. She will be my pet. My new toy. My queen. I’m just letting the other two think they have a shot.
I am still so grateful the boyfriend is out of the way. We need to keep it that way. Now I have the teacher to worry about. I saw the way he looked at her. The way he touched her. I make a mental note to get Zeus to look more into the teacher. Serena may not realize it yet, but Mr. Labeau wants something he can’t have. I would kill him before I ever let him touch her again- another thing I will have to deal with if needed.
Maybe I should take her out on a date. She could sit on the back of my bike, and I could show her what it would be like to be mine. I have never let anyone ride with me on my bike before. It’s sacred to me. I only want my old lady to sit there. That will be her seat, her throne. Serena is the only one I have ever thought about letting sit there. Fuck. Why is this girl already so far under my skin?
I’m the type to hit it and quit it. Being stuck with one girl is the most infuriating thought. Day in and day out with someone, being tied to one person. The thought used to make my skin crawl, but with her, I see something in the future. She is the one. I may never be able to love her the way she wants someone to, but I will respect her. Everyone will respect her. She will never need anything ever again. I will be the provider and protector of her.
Love isn’t something I ever thought about. I never had an example of it. My mom ran out right after I was born, and my dad never dated anyone. He fucked, a lot, but never got serious with someone. I used to think it was because of my mom, but it turns out it was because of a girl from high school. He loved her, and she broke his heart. He decided he would never give his heart to anyone again. He would never show love again. Not even to his own son.
I was a legacy to him, and that’s it. There is no love shown between my father and I. I am the product of one drunk night between two teenagers. Created by accident but bred for one purpose in life. To take over the MC and rule this town. My dad loves the power he has, and I can admit I do too. I love being a big fish in a small pond. It makes life exciting.
My phone rings, and I instantly know who it is. My father. He is like Beetlejuice. You say his name -or think about him- to many times and he will appear. Dad only calls when he wants or needs something. I let it ring for a bit before I answer. “Yeah?”
“Son, I need the three of you to meet us at your warehouse. We have some things we need you guys to handle.” My father says.
Our warehouse is a building that we bought a couple of years ago. We have been running jobs for our dad since we were fourteen, and they paid us. We saved all our money to buy our dream bikes when we were sixteen. After that, we purchased a space to hang out, throw parties, or do whatever we wanted. Our dads like to use it to interrogate people. They don’t own it, so they can’t get busted. We can, though.
It’s perfect for them and dangerous for us. Just the way they like it. At first, we kept it a secret from them. We didn’t want them to confiscate it and turn it into something for the club. We needed our own space because we aren’t even in the club yet. It still pisses me off. They found out when a prospect showed up at one of our parties. We warned him not to say anything, and he agreed. Until he got so intoxicated, he couldn’t find his own feet. He called someone who called our dads. I killed the prospect the next day. Harsh, maybe, but I don”t do well with people who disobey me.
That’s why there are always club members at our parties. A way for our dads to keep an eye on us, always. They may trust us to take over one day, but they don’t trust us enough to not kill them for it.
If they are using our warehouse, it means it’s not club business. It’s personal. They want us to do it so it doesn’t fall back on the club. There is a reason those three are at the top, and it has nothing to do with nepotism. They have proven how ruthless they can be and will do anything necessary to stay at the top. They took a small-town MC and turned it into something everyone fears. There are multiple charters now in a few states. They made the MC into what it is today.
One day, that will be me and my brothers. We will be at the top. We will rule and we will do a better job than our fathers. I know that’s possible with Serena by my side as my queen. I have so many ideas about where to take us.
Something Pops once told me pops into my head. When you find your queen, there is nothing you can’t achieve. She will be by your side and help guide you through every decision. She will help you grow into a man you can be proud of.
I know the girl he was talking about is Serena.
“We will be there in an hour.” I grit out and hang up before he can say anything else. “Looks like we have a different way to cool off tonight, boys. Let’s make those bastards pay.” A sly smile breaks across my face.
If I can’t fuck, I’m going to hurt someone.