Sons of Mayhem 2 Chaser (Sons of Mayhem Novels, #2) (21 page)

But Cheryl had awoken something inside me. I was getting my spunk back, something which had been lost years before to a teenage Dewey. I was feeling again.

“I guess.”

Then she began to give me advice and as she did so I felt dual flames burning inside me, one a cold flame of resentment and desire for revenge, the other a burning flame of hope; hope that there could be something to my life after I got out, something other than suicide, and hope that I could get my own back on Dewey, that I could put
him
under a car or find some other way to tear him the fuck apart.

“I don’t know anyone out there who can help me though, Cheryl. I don’t have anyone anymore.”

“No one?”

I thought for a moment and felt a welling panic as I realized that there really wasn’t anyone left out there, for me. “No one.”

She tapped her chin for a minute, as if in thought.

“Then you need to make some friends.”

I cocked my head.

“I know some guys. Tough guys. Out West.”

My heart began to beat faster. Would she hook me up with someone who could help? Why would she do that for me, a cellmate she barely knows? I gave her an expectant look.

“Of course they ain’t hired killers or nothing. But they look after their own.”

“But I don’t know them.”

She shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t? Why would they help me?”

“Hon, you said you think this Dewey asshole is going to try and track you down when you get out, right?”

I nodded. He’d sent me letters. Letters that said he was going to be there for me when I got out, that we’d finally be together, that he couldn’t bear to be without me and other bullshit. “Yeah, he doesn’t want to let me go.”

“Well what do you think he’d do if you were with someone else?”

I gave her a quizzical look as comprehension slowly flowed over me. “He’d go crazy. It’d drive him fucking nuts.”

Cheryl nodded at me, grinning. “Well, maybe if you made friends with one of
my
friends...”

“So trick him into attacking one of your tough guys, and then they’ll get revenge on him?”

Cheryl patted me on the upper arm. “Now you’re beginning to think like me, think like a survivor.”

Ideas began to flood my mind, and for the first time in years I felt
alive
.

My cellmate held my upper arm again and gave me a concerned look. “You don’t think Dewey would
kill
the guy, right?”

I thought about it. “I doubt it. Dad was a special case; he needed something really big to stop me going to college.” I hoped I was right.

Cheryl and I talked about it a lot over the following months. We put a few ideas into motion. I signed Dewey up to receive the catalog for
Stringtown Supplies
, a company that sold all kinds of survival gear, as well as electronic devices such as spy cameras, long range listening equipment, night vision goggles and various other pieces of military grade equipment.

We wanted to put ideas in his head. And we wanted him to be able to track me.

I never replied to any of Dewey’s letters, except once. About a month before I was to be released I wrote him:

Dear Dewey,

I will be released on April 14th. Do not write to me again. Do not try and speak to me. Do not try to contact me. When I am released I am going to be moving across the country. Do not try to follow me or ever contact me again.

Karen

I knew he’d be angered, and there was no way he was going to let me go. He’d chase me. I wanted to give him a little time to prepare, to get ready to come after me. The date I gave him was wrong of course, I was actually released on the 9th. I wanted a bit of a head start.

What Dewey didn’t realize though was that it wasn’t
him chasing me
. I may have been the bait, but the real prey was him.

I have to thank Cheryl for saving my life. Without her assistance I wouldn’t have had any life after jail. I’d have died.

Meeting the Sons of Mayhem, and Bottle in particular has given me a reason to live. The way they survive in this world is just what a fuckup like me needs.

I may have been ‘using’ them initially, but after that first kiss from Bottle? It was game over. I was all in with them. I never faked a thing. I just hope he can put up with me and my temper. He said he doesn’t mind if I stick around. Maybe I’ll even become his old lady. Wouldn’t that be something?

But when I first brought Red back I knew Dewey had been spying on me through my window. I knew he had a bug in my cell phone. The fucker thought he was so smart. And he did fuck us around a bit, I’ll give him that. The plan went off the rails and got a bit screwy. Shit, I never imagined he’d kidnap poor old Red. I hope he’ll forgive me.

But still, that didn’t change the key point. Dewey thought he was chasing me.

But no.

I may have been the bait, but...

The chaser was me.

THE END

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