Page 42 of Chaos
“My dad.” All four of us swivel our heads towards Midas, waiting for him to explain further. “Last night, when allthathappened, I saw him with his phone in his hand. I had no idea he was taking a picture, but it makes sense.”
Midas, Odin, and Zeus start talking to each other, while Dante embraces me. He checks my nose, making sure it’s not broken. Thankfully, it’s not. Just hurts like a bitch.
Zero out of ten stars. Would not recommend.
So Zane is the one who sent that picture. Does that mean he is my stalker?
It weirdly makes sense. He has been extremely obsessive. I thought it was to my mom until that night at the clubhouse when he, Ryker, and Axel cornered me in that weird bedroom. The way they spoke to me, telling me I could become their queen. How they touched and kissed me was against my will.
He always seems to be around, inviting himself over for dinner. He came to my bedroom that one night and was pissed off when I mentioned Evan.
Were these all signs that I didn’t want to acknowledge?
Panic swells in me, the pain from my nose completely forgotten. This is not how I saw my Saturday going.
“Do you think that’s why he made us members last night? To get closer to Serena?” Odin looks at me with concern in his eyes.
I never knew they weren’t members. I knew they did jobs for their dad and the club, so I just assumed they were. More pieces are being added to the puzzle, and it’s starting to show me the answer that was under my nose the whole time.
“Is Zane my stalker?”
I didn’t realize the words left my mouth until four very pissed off faces looked like they were ready to charge out of my house and kill him on the spot. I rush to the kitchen entrance, stopping them in their tracks.
“We need to be rational about this. We need more proof before you barbarians do something stupid.”
“Quell'uomo merita di morire. Questo è solo un altro motivo per ucciderlo.”
Zeus, being the only sensible one out of the bunch, stands beside me. He looks to Midas, trying to get him to see reason, knowing I am right. We can’t just go out guns blazing and kill a man with only a hunch.
“As much as it makes sense, it doesn’t at the same time. I heard my stalker the night he broke in. It didn’t sound like Zane. So maybe he is the brain behind it and someone else broke in, or I am completely wrong.”
That seems to take the fight out of the remaining three.
Dante guides me into the living room, while the others trail behind us, and sits down with me. Midas picks me up, placing me on his lap. I can feel how tense his body is beneath mine. But his arms are relaxed around my midsection, like he doesn’t have a care in the world. I can see what this is. Midas is marking his territory in front of Dante. Not that Dante looks too pissed about it right now.
Now, we need to come up with a plan to smoke the fucker out and figure out who he is.
The rest of that day went out of control in more ways than one.
The five of us sat down and attempted to come up with a plan. I spent more time trying to get Midas and Dante not to shoot each other than to be productive. With one look from me, the bickering would stop, but they refused to agree to anything the other said.
It became very exhausting very quickly.
Odin and Zeus tried to play neutral in each argument, but Midas would give them a death glare every time they did. An unspoken conversation would happen between the three that would result in Odin and Zeus backing off until I stepped in.
The only thing that the guys could agree on in the end was for the Kings to keep their normal routine around the dads, not wanting them to become suspicious of us. With them officially becoming members of the MC, we all expected their presence to be needed at the clubhouse more often.
Odin seems to think the only reason for the chance of increased meetings is that their dads are hoping I will tag along and show up. Hell no. Never happening again. If I never have to step foot in there again, it would be too soon.
Which was proven when the three of them were called to the clubhouse later that night.
They were resistant to leave me alone with Dante, but he received a call from Marco, and he left shortly after them.
Today, the Kings showed up at my house in the late afternoon. All three were covered in cuts and bruises, but they refused to give me any answers as to why. No matter how much I pestered, their lips were sealed. Eventually, I relented, knowing they would keep their secrets, but I have my suspicions.
I don’t know the full scale of what they do in the MC, and I honestly don’t want to know. That world is so far from reality to me that the thought of even dipping a toe into it is jarring. But from the small glimpses I have seen and the rumors that float around this entire town, I know they are always stuck doing the dangerous and deadly work. Their dads don’t seem to care about their lives. If they died, I don’t even think they would care.
Knowing that I told Dante about Evan, it was only fair that I told the Kings too. It wasn’t an easy conversation with them, but none of them interrupted me as I spoke. I kept glancing between the three of them, needing to know what their reactions were to each vile thing that left my lips. Murder glared back at me from Midas and Odin. Zeus, on the other hand, looked as if he already knew most of what I was saying.
