Swallowing Mayhem

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Copyright© 2015 James Cox

 
ISBN: 978-1-77233-384-8

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SWALLOWING MAYHEM

Outlaw MC,
5

James Cox

Copyright © 2015

Government File:

Name: Mark Almstedt

AKA: Mayhem

Affiliations: Sergeant at Arms, Outlaw MC of Mars

Description: Shoulder
length black hair, blue eyes, light beard

with
mustache
, very muscular

Distinguishing
Marks/tattoos: Skull and vines on
back
of
neck
.

Letters
D and
C over
pec
.

Outlaw
in bold over Belly button and
MC of Mars
below.

Notable history
on file: Suspected of smoking cigars, no proof collected.

Previous prison time: 6 years for alcohol and
explosives.

Prologue

Earth was considered a desolate
planet and is used as a prison. Humanity lives on Mars in a single but always
expanding city.
Technology
being what it
is keeps
us humans breathing. Our government is
ruled by a man named Max
Wexmen
. He’s a
twisted fuck and changed our entire structure. Now it is illegal to drink
alcohol, do any drugs, have kinky sex,
and,
of course, smoke. Homosexuality was a death sentence. Women were to be kept for
breeding. Dark-skinned men were used as slaves like back in the darkest days of
history. The bad guys ruled the world and the good guys were the outlaws.
That’s why we created the MC. We take our hover bikes and fight the injustice
on Mars. The battle is going to be bloody.

My
name is Torrin,
prospect
for the Outlaw
MC. The guys have taken to calling me Number Two since they have another man
they call Prospect. It’s also a shit joke. How original. What I should be
called is undercover. I’m working the club, trying to find undeniable proof to
take them down. Welcome to the Peacekeepers.

Chapter One

Not all men can work undercover.
You need steel fortitude, the ability to adapt quickly, and the strength not to
throw up when you see your fellow peacekeepers slain by the men that you see every
day. I watched the holograph silently. They were talking about bombings. Someone
had taken out both
peacekeeper’s
buildings. Our forces
took a serious hit and so did our stability. The city was changing. Mars was
becoming as volatile as Earth had been. Maybe it didn’t matter that we switched
planets to survive. Maybe the human race is just destined to destroy itself.

“Body count yet?” Outlaw,
president of this
club,
walked into the
room. It was a living room sparsely furnished but hidden within was real,
illegal booze. However, the government wanted enough evidence to execute, not just
a prison sentence for this club.
Which is why I was still
here.

“Fifteen they said.”
Fifteen of my fellow peacekeepers.
It should have broken
me,
but I felt oddly calm. A little angry but many
of those men were ones that I knew and several that I didn’t like. I pretended
to be watching the screen as my mind wandered. I’d been with the club only a
few weeks and already I was questioning myself.
Questioning
my government.
I had to have a stronger will than this.

“We’re going
in
the chapel. Keep an eye on the bar
upstairs.”

I nodded. The Outlaw MC had a
hover bike garage attached to the clubhouse where the guys slept. Above that
was a bar, not that they could serve alcohol. It was illegal. They served fresh
juice, which was
expensive
as hell, and twice-filtered
water, also expensive. Outlaw walked past and went
into
the
chapel
. The room
where they discussed their club shit. If only I could get a bug in there, their
asses would be done but they had precautions that prevented me from taking the
easy way out.

Whip walked past. He was the
club’s
treasurer and apparently the local
pervert. I heard he liked to use devices on his lovers. Not that there were any
women around here, which made me wonder if he used men. If I could get proof of
homosexuality, I’d be able to get them all on the executed list. They did have
one member, Romeo, who was on that list for being
gay,
but he took off into the dark side of Mars. The parts we hadn’t
yet built on with another MC of all black men. They too were illegal. According
to our law, men with dark skin should be locked up as slaves. I didn’t agree
with that one too much or the law that women were for breeding. However, those
were our directives and I wasn’t a lawbreaker.

Mayhem was next and this time my
gaze lingered. He was one of those men that physically dominated the room. I
think he was the tallest in the club at six feet five. And he wasn’t a
pushover
. The man had enough muscle to make a fight
seem unfair. He had a beard and a mustache, both coarse and black. Why
was I thinking
about that? I shook my head to
clear out the strange thoughts. Mayhem was the sergeant at arms for the club.
He handled the guns and explosives. The smell of his cigar drifted toward me.
Those were also illegal. A
six-month
sentence but like I said
,
the government wanted a
permanent solution to our MC problem.

I stood from the clean, plain couch
as Grim entered. He was another
oddball
.
He barely spoke to anyone. Grim was the road captain so he did the navigating.
He was also the
medic
and the best mechanic
in the club. I watched him work one time and it was impressive. He fixed things
that seemed like a lost cause and when done they worked like new. “Grim.” My
greeting was short.

Grim tilted his head my way and
walked to the chapel. I told you he was a
talker
.

I walked to the bottom of the
stairs Chaos and Beau climbed down. I moved out of their way. “
Hey,
guys.” Those two were lovers. I had proof
of their
homosexuality,
but the
government wanted an execution order for all the members. So, I had to sit on
this revelation. Seeing them together—they were holding hands—didn’t revolt me
like it should have. Maybe that’s why I
stayed
away from them. Their touching should have been more uncomfortable for me. Beau
winked at me and Chaos nodded. I heard they met in prison. I watched them walk
toward the chapel doors then took the stairs to the bar.

There was a long counter with a
few stools, some tables, and not many windows. This place was dimly lit and
smelled fruity thanks to the juices. The bar was where many cover stories were
held. We, the government, knew the club was behind the
bombings,
but they always had their asses covered with witnesses
that placed them at this bar or in the garage. Somewhere
so
they couldn’t be
liable,
and they wore masks that jammed radars on their runs so we couldn’t get a clear
picture of anyone. Well, we did find blood at a scene several months ago. It
matched the VP of the club, Liam, who was serving fifteen years in Earth’s
prison for the club. Outlaw didn’t talk about that much. I think it was a sore
subject,
but I wasn’t entirely sure why.

Behind the bar was Deviant, a scary
motherfucker. He was a strawberry blond with long hair and muscles like Mayhem.
These guys were built like steel walls. He was also fiercely protective of his
lover, Tage. More proof of homosexuality but again I couldn’t act on it.
Deviant looked up, his blue eyes boring into me. “I’ll take over. Chapel’s
filling up.”

Deviant frowned then took Tage’s
hand. He was Deviant’s contrast—dark hair, shorter, no muscle. He was a twink
and many nights I heard them going at each other. The sounds made me so uneasy
that I always left the living room and bunked in the bar area.

They walked past and I took my
place behind the bar. Not that there was much to do. Until I became a patched member,
I was stuck with the menial, dirty, or downright boring jobs around here. Well,
the other prospect and me. He was the one they called Prospect. His real name
was Reilly. He was young, only twenty, so he was six years younger than me.
Nice guy. I didn’t know what he was doing with this group.
“Any
action?”

Prospect scoffed.

Being the bottom of the totem
pole must be lonely around here. I knew Tage and Beau were patch members
because of their lovers. That meant Prospect and I had to do it the old-fashioned
way, work up to it. That meant more time around these guys. I did get some good
information last time, the bombings
of
the peacekeeper buildings. I managed to overhear that tidbit and alerted the
government right away. Of course, I didn’t know that the mission also included
the Underground MC and the Amazon MC, which was a bunch of women who didn’t
want to be breeders anymore. They outnumbered us and had
firepower
we weren’t expecting. Despite putting
up a hell of a fight, the peacekeepers had lost and our buildings were rubble.

It was all part of my life now,
the bombs, the guns, the chaos, the homosexuality. This was the MC and I was
immersed. I was the sheep in a
den
of
wolves.