Page 32 of Bart (Hades Rejects MC)
Bart
Rushing inside the hotel I say a little prayer, please let me get to her in time, please let her be safe, please let me kill the bastard. When the receptionist sees me she instantly cowers, I must look pretty damn scary. “Where is Jack Finch’s room?” I ask through clenched teeth.
“I can’t give out that information.” The poor receptionist tries to scoot further behind the counter, but I reach over it and pull her halfway across the desk.
“You will give me that room number; it’s life and death. Do you want it to be your death?” I ask her in my calmest voice, which usually scares the piss out of grown ass men; this poor girl turns stark white.
“They went to room 302, third floor, please don’t hurt me.” Shoving her back across the counter, I run to the elevator as the doors are about to close, there’s an elderly lady alone inside. I can’t help thinking, great this old broad is going to give me trouble.
“You going after your girl?” What the fuck did this woman just ask me?
“Uh...yes.” What else am I going to say, I have to wait the three floors to get to Bliss.
“Good for you young man, you remind me of my husband; he road with a motorcycle club back in the sixties. He came for me too, you get that girl of yours and hang onto her tight.” I simply nod at her as I rush out of the elevator door, baffled at the conversation I just had with a complete stranger.
Room 302 isn’t far from the elevator; I start pounding on the door not caring who hears me. Suddenly the door is flung open; there stands Bliss covered in blood with a knife in her right hand.
“What the hell are you doing here?” She seems unaffected by the fact that she’s covered in blood as she yanks me inside with her. I don’t even hesitate to pull her flush against my body in a hug, she struggles to get loose.
“Don’t Bart, just don’t. Answer my question, what the hell are you doing here?” I inspect her, looking to see if the blood is coming from her or not. “I’m fine, you should be more concerned about them.” She points with the knife to three bodies, at least I think they are bodies, some bits seem to be missing.
“What did you do Bliss? I told you I’d take care of this, it was my job to protect you.” I want to shake her, but all I can think of is she’s safe, she’s safe and free of Jack. I reach to pull her to me again, but she skitters out of my reach.
“Go Bart, please just go, I have to finish this.” She looks lost as she walks back towards the bodies. “They were going to whip me with this, you know, Jack and that sick fuck Mr. Old-as-hell. They were going to watch Hank butcher me with this.” She’s holding up a bloody whip of some kind, there are pieces of skin hanging from the ends.
“I’d say you butchered them Baby. It’s over Bliss, give me the knife. I’ll call the guys and have them do clean up, just please give me the knife.” The look in her eyes scares me, her monotone voice is even scarier, but the way she keeps looking down at the knife has me in a panic. I can’t lose her, I need her too fucking much, I’d give my life for hers without a second thought. Silently I plead with her to give me the knife as I hold out my hand for it. She looks at my hand, almost as if she thinks it will bite her. “Please Baby, look at me, and give me the knife. It’s over, they can’t hurt you anymore.” She slowly hands me the knife before dropping to the floor on her knees.
“They were going to...he made me...oh God Bart.” Then the dam breaks, she cries like I’ve never heard her cry before, it breaks my heart into millions of pieces hearing the sobs escaping her. I place the knife on the table and slide to the floor to hold her, she’s needed this release for a long time, there was no way I was going to put a stop to it. When she had no more tears left and was simply hiccupping, I called in the cleanup crew. They brought both of us new clothes; I took her into the bathroom while the crew got down to business.
She was completely limp in my arms, like she was too drained to even stand on her own, I sat her on the counter to help her undress. When I reached for clothes, she swatted my hands away.
“Baby, I need to get you in the shower, come on.”
“I’ll do it; you shouldn’t touch me, what I had to do...Bart.” She looks completely defeated, this woman has always had a strength to her, but right now she looked lost.
“Baby, I don’t care what you did, what you had to do, or what you thought you had to do, I love you. You have been mine since the day you walked into The Rejects clubhouse, you’ll be mine ‘til the day I die. Hell, probably even after that. Let me undress you, I’m dying to get you inside that shower with me, I need to feel you next to me, I need reassurance that you’re alright.” She reaches out to caress my cheek, then pulls me towards her, the moment our lips touch I know I’m lost. I rip and pull her clothes off, as she does the same to mine. Somehow, I manage to not relinquish my lip lock with her and reach behind us to start the shower.
Pulling her along with me, I step inside and let the water wash over us, feeling her naked body next to mine again is like coming home; I never want to leave.
“But I’m not alright Bart, I murdered them, all of them...they were going to...they were going to let Hank make me bleed while they watched. Mr. Old-as-hell, I don’t even know his real name was all excited to watch...I needed to be free.” She’s sobbing against my chest as the water is running over us, blood swirling at the bottom of shower. It should have been me that took on this burden not her, not my sweet Bliss.
“Baby, you did what you had to survive, no one will fault you for that. None of them deserves your tears; they deserved what they got and so much worse. I’m sorry you had to do it. It should have been me that ended them; you shouldn’t have to bear this on your shoulders.” Kissing the top of her head, I lather up the soap and start to wash away all the evidence from her body. Making slow circles around her breasts, down her stomach, around her back, I have her lift her hair so I can do the same to her shoulders and ass. I can see some of the tension leaving her body as I grab the shampoo, I have her tilt her head back just a little and massage the soap into her scalp, she hums in response. That’s when she starts to really open up about what went down.
“They wanted whiskey so I made a special cocktail for them, one that would knock them all out. Hank was the first to feel the effects, Mr. Old-as-hell was out cold, Jack took a little longer...he tripped out of his chair cursing me as he passed out.” She giggles a little before she slaps her hand over her mouth. “I shouldn’t find it funny, but the look on his face, Bart...it was like the sweetest candy to me, twisted right?”
“No Baby, after all he’s put you through, you deserve to enjoy your victory. You did what you had to do to be free of him for good, don’t ever feel bad about that.” Rubbing my hands down her back, I waited while she collected her thoughts, I didn’t really need to know the details of what happened, but I had a feeling she needed to let it out.
“Once they were knocked out I...I started with Hank. He was so big...I couldn’t move him once he was unconscious...I slit his throat...the blood sprayed everywhere for what seemed like forever. Mr. Old-as-hell wasn’t that hard, he was so old, I just stabbed him in the heart, but Jack I wanted him to suffer more. I picked up the whip they were planning on using on me with him flat on his stomach all I had to do was strip him. I don’t know how long I stood over him just hitting him over and over again, that’s when I...I...” She buries her head in my chest again, shaking her head.
“It’s alright Baby, you don’t have to keep going; you’re safe now.” She keeps shaking her head against my chest.
“No...no I need to...you need to know. I was mad, he wasn’t screaming out, he couldn’t feel anything I was doing to him, like it didn’t make me feel better. I wanted to feel better, I wanted him to feel the pain he made me endure over the years, but he wasn’t. He robbed me even of this Bart.”
“Your victory is not in bringing him pain, but in ridding yourself of him in your life. You did that baby, you got your revenge.” She looks up at me brushing her fingertips across my lips, and as much as I want to throw her up against the shower wall and slide into her, I don’t know if she’s ready for that yet. When she grips my neck and pulls me down to her lips, I don’t even resist a little, I’ve needed the taste of her lips, like a man in the desert needs water. Once I start kissing her I can’t stop, I need to taste all of her; pressing her against the tiles I trace my fingers from her hip to the tips of her breasts, groaning in satisfaction when the nipples pebble instantly at my touch.
“I need you, make me feel whole Bart, make me feel something other than this emptiness, please.”
“Your wish, Princess, is my command.” I slide down to my knees and lift her left leg up onto my shoulder; looking up at her, she grips the top of my hair in anticipation. I take my thumb and trace the rim of her before delving inside to the sweetness that is her essence. She’s already wet, making my cock strain up towards her pussy like a damn beacon in the night. Fuck, I want to be inside her so bad, but I’m going to make this perfect for her.
