Page 34 of Bart (Hades Rejects MC)
BART
The ride home was relaxing in a way, having her on the back of my bike her breasts pressed into my back holding on. I thought having her in my arms was heaven, this feeling beat it by a long shot. I felt like we were completely in sync, our bodies were one, flowing together as one. A sense of completeness rolled over me, calming me like I’ve never felt before, I was whole with her behind me. I never wanted to live without that feeling again. One way or another I was going to convince her she was mine.
Pulling into the driveway, Pops comes barreling out the door scooping Bliss up into a bear hug. He held her to him until she starts squirming.
“Pops, don’t suffocate her, she’s fine, see in one piece.” Pops sets her down and starts fixing her hair like he used to do when she first started riding behind him; she swatted his hands away.
“Pops, I’m not fourteen anymore. I can take care of my own hair.” He pulled her in for another hug, and pulled her beside him all the way into the house, guess he was making sure she didn’t go anywhere.
“I know you can, but give an old man a break will you. Bart hurry your ass up, we got shit to talk about. Don’t give me that pouty face look young lady, you don’t get to disappear on us, and not get an ass chewing. You had us all worried like a bunch of mother hens, you know how unmanly that shit is young lady; badass bikers do not worry like mother hens.” I snicker, which earns me the shut-the-fuck-up-before-you’re-on-my-shit-list too look. Pops was definitely still a badass biker, but when it came to Bliss, he was a worried mother hen through and through.
Walking inside, I smell that Pops has definitely gone full mother hen mode, he usually only bakes when he’s worried, or when he’s pissed. Since he was both he became Betty fucking Crocker. The house smelled like cinnamon, sugar, apple, cherry, cake, and vanilla, basically, like a bakery threw up in the house. Yeah, Pops was getting into lecture mode.
“Get in here and sit down son, we all need to set some shit straight. Bliss deserves to know the truth, and I want to know what the hell happened today.” I sat and listened as Pops struggled to tell Bliss about the past. I knew he was afraid she’d blame him for everything that had ever happened to her. I knew she wouldn’t blame Pops for Jack’s sick twisted nature; she wasn’t like that. She’s shocked to say the least, when she stands and starts to pace, Pops looks nervous.
“I knew he was sick and twisted, but he was seriously fucked in the head on top of that.” More pacing, she was working something out in her head, her arms were being flung around like she was talking to herself, but no words were coming out of her mouth. She used to do this when she was pissed at one of us, but was afraid to say the words that she really wanted to. Suddenly she stops, whatever she had been working out in her head must have worked its way out. “You’re not to blame for his actions, you didn’t turn him into the sick fuck he became, he was that man all along. His switch just flipped when things didn’t go his way The world is better off without him in it. I was having second thoughts, but no he needed to be taken out of this world.” Walking over to Pops, she hugs him to her, and when he brings his arms around her, she collapses against him sobbing. “I could never blame you, you’ve always been a good dad to me, I’m the worst daughter ever. I’m so sorry Pops, please don’t hate me, I just wanted him out of our lives forever.” Pops rubs her back and hair until she calms down, I know she needs his reassurance, as much as he needs hers.
“Bliss honey, you’re not the worst daughter ever, I could never hate you. I’ve loved you like my own since the day you walked into our lives, and I’ll be here for you until the day I die. That doesn’t get you out of the lecture though, you know that right?” I almost laughed, when she nodded her head like a five-year-old with her bottom lip stuck out, until Pops gave me the look. The one that says, do-it-and-your-ass-is-grass-and-I’m-the-motherfucking-lawnmower. Yeah that got me keep quiet real quick.
BLISS
I try to look petulant, but deep down I wanted to smile, Pops was still going to lecture me, all was forgiven, and he still loved me. There was hope for me yet, if Pops could still love me, then Bart might be able to. Sitting back down on the couch, I know it’s our turn, or I should say my turn to tell Pops what happened. Bart reaches out to hold my hand, giving me strength to retell my story. Pops listens, never batting an eyelash, by the time I’m finished I feel drained again. I haven’t told either of them how I got back into the fold with Jack, I’m still afraid to.
“Baby Girl, you did what you needed to do to be free, I wish you had let us handle it, but I know how it feels to be the one to take care of something. It’s like the weight of the world, and only you can be the one to remove it. You’re safe now honey, he can’t hurt you ever again.” Getting up from his chair he moves to sit on the other side of me on the couch, hugging me to him. I’m not sure what I did to deserve both of these men in my life. I wasn’t about to give them up, but what if they gave me up once they knew the full truth.
“Baby, stop, whatever thoughts are in your head, I can see it written all over your face. I already told you whatever happened is in the past, we never have to speak of it if you don’t want to.” I need to tell them, if I don’t I’ll always wonder, I’ll never be able to accept that they still want me in their lives if they don’t know the whole truth. Taking a calming breath to center myself, I hold a hand in each of my own as I begin my tale.
I feel the instant they both want to punch something, I can’t look at them as I say the words that may forever change the way they look at me, I hold my head down, tears falling on our combined hands. Bart is the first one to rip his hand away from me, I cringe at the words coming from his mouth, the hate filled words make me shrink into myself. Pops follows soon after him, pacing back and forth cursing, but when I listen to the words they are saying, none of them are aimed at me. They are all for Jack and the men that worked for him. Bart comes back to me grabbing my hand kissing it, putting his finger under my chin ‘til I look at him. He wipes away my tears with his thumbs.
“I have to be honest with you Baby, I knew; the men at the warehouse didn’t exactly stay quiet. It doesn’t make hearing it from your mouth any easier, but knowing that Matt made them suffer for what they did does.”
“You touched me, you...,” I pause and look over at Pops before whispering, “you made love to me, and you knew already?” I hear Pops groaning from across the room before he flops back down on the couch next to me reaching for my hand.
“Did you think for a second that the way I feel about you would be changed simply because he forced you to do something? Baby, nothing, and I mean nothing can make me not love you, ever.” When I look into his eyes I know he’s not lying, he loves every damaged inch of my soul. Looking over at Pops, I see nothing but fatherly love reflected there as well, these two are really my home. This is where I belong.
“The same goes for me little girl, nothing you ever do will make me not love you. You’re my daughter in almost every sense of the word, and hopefully soon even in that way. Hint, hint son of mine.” I’m a little confused by what he means until I look over at Bart to see if he knows, only he’s bright red, and then it clicks. I slap Pops in the chest.
“Stop! We are not...he’s not going to...” I’m about say it’s not going to happen, when I look over at Bart and he’s grinning from ear to ear, which is kind of scary and creepy all at the same time.
“Oh yes we are, I just need to get the ring, you need a dress, and then all that other crap you need for a proper wedding, but we most certainly are. I want babies, lots and lots of babies too, in case you were wondering, a house of our own with lots of babies.”
“Whoa there cowboy, slow down, let’s take it one step at a time why don’t you.” Babies make me nervous, what if I turn out to be a mother like mine, or a mother like Holland’s, or Bart’s; none of us had good mother role models.
“Alright fair enough, as soon as things settle, I’ll get the ring and we can go from there. Happy Pops?” Was that why he was going to marry me, to appease Pops? “Oh no you don’t, I’m marrying you because I want to, not just to make the old man happy.”
“How do you that? How do you know exactly what I’m thinking?” He kisses me softly on the lips.
“Because beautiful it’s written all over your face, you give everything away, if you know what to look for.” He kisses me again before pulling closer towards him on the couch.
“Stop that shit right now you two, we still have shit to settle, no hanky-panky until after that. Bart I got a phone call from Italy.” At the mention of Italy, Bart goes perfectly still and looks panicked.
BART
Shit, I’d hoped that I had a little longer before I had to explain about Italy, hurting my father is the last thing I want to do right now. We should be celebrating Bliss being home, not dealing with the past. He deserved better, unfortunately the past always seems to come knocking at the worst time in our lives, this was no different.
“What about Italy? Bart said it took longer to deal with whatever it was that you needed him to do.” Bliss looks at me with questions filling her eyes; will she be able to understand why I did what I did, or will she think me no better than Jack. Guilt has eaten away at me since I left there; knowing everything I was hiding from them both, but especially that I had been hiding it from my father.
“Seems our boy here got a visit from the past he neglected to tell us about. Why? Why didn’t you tell me Bart? Hell why didn’t you call me when it happened, you dealt with shit you shouldn’t have had to deal with alone.” The guilt feels like a stone weighing me down. I should have called him; he probably could have handled things better than I did. Running my hand through my hair, I try to get my shit in order to explain the best way I can without hurting him. Bliss looks at me puzzled still; how do you explain to the woman you love that you’re a bastard, and she may hate me for what I did. God, this was going to be like walking through hell to get to heaven, I wasn’t looking forward to the beginning, but the goal at the end was worth it.
