Sons of Mayhem 2:Chaser

By: Nikki Pink

Sons of Mayhem Novels, 2

The Night Before



Robbie “Red” Dugan squeezed the throttle of his new motorcycle - a Harley Davidson Dyna Wide Glide - and let out a whoop as the engine screamed and the bike flew down the desolate highway. The girl behind him dug her fingernails into the front of his jacket and pressed herself tight against him. As they soared through the night there was nothing left in the world but the two of them and the roar of the engine.

They had met in a local bar. She was looking to party and what red blooded young guy isn’t?

Apparently she liked what she saw when Red pulled up on his obnoxiously loud motorcycle. He’d barely had time for a bottle of beer before she was yanking insistently on his hand, telling him to hurry up and finish the bottle, telling him to show her his motorcycle, telling him to take her home.

Of course he’d obliged. Who wouldn’t? She had a tight body, she was insistent, and she was into him. But the thing that had most intrigued him about her was her wild eyes - eyes that spoke volumes more than her mouth did. Eyes that said, I want to fuck you or stab you, guess which? Eyes which an older, wiser man would have been wary of.

Don’t stick your dick in crazy, had always been Red’s old man’s advice, and it was advice that Red as a dutiful rebel son had done his best to ignore - when he could find some crazy that would oblige him, that is.

They soon reached her part of town, an older suburb full of run down one floor ‘starter homes’, most of which looked like they’d be better for starting a fire than starting a family. He turned the motorcycle onto her street and they slowly rolled down the road, the putt-putting of the bike filling the otherwise quiet evening air.

“Which way?” Red yelled over his shoulder.

She didn’t answer in words, instead she squeezed his arm and pointed to an unlit house coming up on the right-hand side of the road. He nodded as he gunned the engine gently, his light touch still being enough to cause the bike to let out an aggressively loud roar in the silent night air, and guided them into her driveway. He stopped behind a beat-up old Honda Civic which looked like the kind of vehicle that had seen better days ten years ago, let alone now. He wondered how she had gotten to the bar, and if her car even ran.

After they pulled to a stop Red lowered the kickstand of the motorcycle. In half a second she’d hopped off the bike and was tugging insistently on his hand, her short nails digging into the skin.

“Come on,” she said tugging, “let’s get inside.”

He grinned at her. “You don’t waste any time do you?”

“Stop talking. If I wanted to talk we would have stayed in the bar.” The young woman yanked his hand again as she drew him forward toward the front door of her house. Red smiled to himself and shook his head from side to side, hardly believing his luck.

She dragged him inside and as soon as the door was closed behind him she spun around and stared into his eyes. They faced each other, and Red could see a wild look of desperate longing in her eyes. She wanted him, she needed him, and she was going to have him. Any chance of a say in the matter was over now that he was in her lair.

Her hand latched onto the big metal buckle of his brown leather belt and she began to drag him willingly through the small, rundown house. There was nothing on the walls and the place hardly looked lived in at all. Into the bedroom they went, and in front of the large queen-size bed, covered only in a thin sheet, she furiously tore her clothes off.

Red gave an internal shrug to himself and, keeping his eyes on her, followed suit. With furious speed they each removed their garments, and as soon as they were naked the girl grabbed him by his engorged manhood and yanked him forward onto the bed, causing him to let out a yelp of shock, pleasure and pain. He could tell he was going to be in for quite a night.

The windows were un-curtained and dim streams of incandescent light streamed inside from the streetlight a few yards away outside. If anyone decided to peer through the window they could see everything, but she didn’t seem to give a fuck. Who goes peering through windows at night anyway?

As he lay back on the bed and she took him in her mouth he realized he didn’t even know her name. “Oh, fuck yeah!” God, he loved this life.



He had arrived five days earlier, choosing a place to stay well outside of town. Somewhere quite and private. Somewhere without staff, or a check-in or check-out time. Somewhere no one had been in years, seemingly.

He wasn’t ready to see her yet. It had been so long since they had been together, but he wanted to cherish the gentle ache of being apart for just a little longer until he could sweep her up in his arms again and take her home.

He hadn’t seen her in so long he needed time just to see, just to watch, just to get to know her again before he revealed himself and they could be reunited.

Why had she run here instead of going home, he had wondered? He had smiled softly and sighed when he realized the answer. It was obvious. She was embarrassed and ashamed. After all that had happened it would have looked bad for her to be seen with him. So, darling that she was, she had run away, run away from him, her love, to start a dismal new life. All to protect him. That she would do that for him was truly something special. She was a saint. He really didn’t deserve to have the honor of calling her his fiancée.

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