Page 6 of Bart (Hades Rejects MC)
“Fine, I promise, but I don’t think he will, he seems to have made his choice by running away to Italy. Now I need to get to the truck so I can head back to the house and start getting my things ready to move. Don’t forget you have to take me shopping for dorm stuff. Don’t give me that sour puss look, you promised.”
BART
I can’t believe I was so fucking stupid; I shouldn’t have touched her. I wasn't supposed to claim her until I’d done my duty. I had sworn never to touch her until I made sure she was safe. Only then would I be worthy of her touch. She deserved someone that could do what needed to be done to protect her, I wasn’t that man yet. In my drunken stupor, I’d practically ravaged her, no matter how willing she’d seemed, I didn’t give her much choice. I was such a fucking bastard!
When I woke up nestled against her body, I didn’t want to leave, I felt like I was home. Instead I ran as far as I could possibly go. She’ll hate me, God how she’d hate me, but it was better this way, until I could make her safe forever, it was better if I stayed away. She could go to school, become whatever her dreams lead her to do, while I watched and waited, like always. Watching her grow up was the hardest fucking thing I’d ever done. Seeing her date, was like knives to my chest, but taking her virginity, causing her pain, it just about ripped me in two. Even though she begged me not to stop, I should have pulled away, should have begged her forgiveness, but once I was inside her, I couldn’t stop myself; my body had to claim her. Even now sitting on the plane to Italy, the thought of her beneath me has my dick hardening. Adjusting myself just as the cute flight attendant stopped by my seat, earned me a suggestive smile.
“Is there anything I can help you with sir?” Typically, I’d be all over that, but with the warmth of Bliss’s touch still on me, I had no desire to sully her memory with a quick fuck.
“No, I’m perfectly fine thank you.” She looked genuinely shocked I’d turned her down. Oh well, she’d get over it, she wasn’t Bliss, it was that simple. Huffing back down the aisle, she ignored me the rest of the flight, sending the male attendant instead when I pressed the call button. I could almost laugh at her childish behavior, it reminded me of Bliss’s own antics when she didn’t get her way.
The last time Bliss had given me the silent treatment was when I’d interrupted her date with Mitch Richardson, the guy was total tool. I’d found them parked in front of the house with his hand up her shirt, I saw red, how dare he touch her like that, she was mine after all. Yanking open the door, Bliss squeaked in surprised. “What the hell Bart?” Pulling her from the car I turned, to face Mitch. Even his name made me want to punch his face in, I would have too, if Pops hadn’t come out the door first.
“What’s going on out here?” Bliss ran to Pops like always balling her eyes out. I remember feeling like an asshole, but at the same time thankful I’d stopped Mitch, the tool, from getting any further with MY girl.
“Bart, here decided to interrupt my date, apparently I’m the only one in the house not allowed to get any. Thanks a lot Bart!” She’d stomped off to her room, ignoring me for the next week, while Mitch, after a little talk from me and Pop decided Bliss wasn’t worth pursuing after all. She eventually spoke to me again, but for a week every time I tried to speak to her she’d simply walk past me like I didn’t exist, such a petulant girl. Damn, I miss her already.
I needed to get my shit straight in Italy so I could hurry home, make her safe and claim her before some asshole in college could. I’ll do what I should have done as soon as I turned eighteen, but Pops kept holding me back. Once I returned I wasn’t going to let him hold me back any longer. I was going to finally take that bastard, Jack Finch, out once and for all. I wasn’t sure why my father let him live, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to let him keep breathing while my angel still suffered from her time with him. She still woke up with nightmares sometimes. Trying to fight the urge to run to her, was the reason I started sleeping at the clubhouse when I could. The first couple of weeks I listened as Pops would hold her while she cried, then listen as she would recount the horrors of her nightmare to him. Her father, the rat bastard, deserved a thousand deaths for what he put her through, and I was going to watch the light fade from his eyes as I exacted retribution. Only then would she be safe forever, only then could I finally claim her as mine. I just hoped it wouldn’t be too late, and that she would be able to forgive me once I did.
Chapter Three
FOUR YEARS LATER
Bliss
Four years, it’s been four years since I last saw Bart, no letters, no phone calls, no visits. Even when I went home for the holidays to visit Pops he was nowhere to be seen. Now that I was graduating from college, I hoped and prayed he’d be here for it. I’d worked my ass off getting this damn Bachelor's degree in business for the last four years, his ass better show the fuck up or I was going to hunt his ass down. He checked in with Pops of course, but not so much as a birthday card in the last four years, so much for Pops’ idea that I just needed to give him time.
I’d moved on, or at least I kept telling myself I had. I got a boyfriend, Victor Daniels, since my second year in school. He was smart, funny, sexy, and treated me like a queen, what more could a girl ask for, oh right, love. Victor was a rugby player, six-two, solid wall of muscle with dark brown hair and green eyes. I should have been on cloud nine, instead I just felt like I was going through the motions with him. He’d already declared his love a year after we were together, and even though I cared about him, I couldn’t bring myself to say those words to him. He claimed to understand, but I saw the look in his eyes when I didn’t say the words back to him, he said he’d give me time. I knew the clock was ticking towards the end of my time. I’d have to let him go soon or lie to keep him. No way, could I be that selfish, no matter how much I craved the closeness we had in bed, my heart didn’t belong to him. It never would.
“Hey Blissful, you ready to go graduate, my love?” Jumping at the sound of his voice, I’m startled from my musing when Vic walks in wrapping his arms around me.
“Hey baby, yeah just packing the last of my stuff for Pops and the guys to come pick up after graduation. How do I look?” Spinning around, to show off the beautiful new dress Pops sent for me especially for graduation. It’s a beautiful shade of blue, done in a retro fifties style, reminded me of something Jackie O would have worn, my favorite.
“Wow baby, you look amazing, I can’t wait to take it off tonight.” Smiling up at him, I kiss him lightly on his lips.
“Vic I told you, Pops and the guys are all coming for a big celebration, he rented out a hotel for it. I can’t come home with you.” I see the look in his eyes right before he conceals it behind a smile, I know he’s pissed, but he’ll just have to get over it.
