Page 1 of Bart (Hades Rejects MC)
Prologue
Iremember the dayI came to my new family, I was fourteen and a child prostitute. The man who was my father, Jack, was also my pimp; he had been since I turned twelve and my mom left us. As soon as she was gone, he turned on me. Instead of protecting me like a father should, I became a piece of property to sell to the highest bidder. Oh, he pretended to be noble and protect my innocence by only making me do everything but have intercourse. The truth was he was waiting to use my virginity to gain him something bigger, and that’s where my new family came in.
The Hades Rejects MC was the local motorcycle club, and yes when I say club, I mean a real MC. They weren’t the Betty Crocker version of clubs either. They ran guns, drugs, and anything else that could make them money. I met the president, Castor, when I was fourteen. The club was celebrating some big deal and wanted prostitutes to come to the clubhouse to help the guys blow off some steam; naturally they called my father. He took great care choosing my clothes and giving me instructions.
“Listen to me carefully, you do whatever Castor asks of you, this is the opportunity I’ve been waiting for, to get in good with his club. He could fund my retirement if he likes my girls, especially if he likes you baby doll. So you be real nice to him and let him fuck you good, do you hear me.” I swallowed hard against the sudden need to vomit and nodded, I knew if I didn’t do exactly what he said I’d be punished. The last punishment he’d dealt out to me, I could barely sit for two weeks from the belt buckle welts he left.
When we got to the clubhouse there were only a handful of the guys there. “Where’s Castor’s room? I have a special prize just for him.” Jack had a death grip on my upper arm, like he was afraid I’d bolt before he got me in Castor’s room. I probably would have, if I thought I’d get farther than the door. I was dressed in a hooded coat so none of the guys could see my face, but several of them slapped my ass as I passed by walking down the hall towards their president’s room. There were pictures all over the thick wooden walls, some looked like mug shots, when Jack noticed me looking around he yanked the hood down over my face. The smell of stale beer and sex permeated the room we were walking through until we hit Castor’s room.
Opening Castor’s door, Jack pushed me inside and closed the door quickly. “Get out of that coat and get in position on the bed like I’ve taught you, you don’t leave this room until you’ve sealed the deal with him. Do you understand me? Do not leave until he takes your virginity!”
“Dad.... please don’t make me do this.” I pleaded with him, but he didn’t even seem to register my words. I notice him placing tiny cameras around the room directed at the bed, “What are you doing?”
He spun around on me gripping my shoulders. “For blackmail you stupid cunt. Why do you think I’ve been saving that precious little pussy of yours? Huh? Not because you deserve someone special, that’s for damn sure. No, I was saving it for just this kind of chance, to get someone powerful in my pocket. With the video showing him raping my precious, underage little girl, I can own him till he dies; I can make him my puppet. So you play your part right, make sure to protest nice and loudly when he takes it.”
I couldn’t believe what he was saying, if the president thought I was behind this surely he’d kill me without a second thought. Shaking my head violently, I tried to get out of the bed and reach for my coat, Jack was faster. He ripped the coat out of my hand and pushed me back onto the bed.
“Where do you think you’re going? You will do as you’re told, or find your ass out on the streets. The only thing you have of value to me is that snatch between your legs, use it like your whore mother use to use it, and do as you’re told.” Without a backwards glance to make sure I obeyed he left me there on the bed, alone. I could have gotten up and walked out the door, but then I wouldn’t have anywhere to go. I had no one turn to and he knew that. Slumping back onto the bed, I waited like a prisoner on execution day.
I must have fallen asleep because someone was shaking me. “Hey.... hey wake up sweetheart, I think you’re in the wrong room.” Blinking my eyes, I looked up into the kindest pair of eyes I’d ever seen in my life. They were as green as spring grass, with laugh lines surrounding them. Looking like he could choke a man out with his bare hands, but he didn’t seem to want to move any closer to me. He smelled of a combination of worn leather and some kind of spicy cologne, it was strangely comforting. I quickly remembered where I was and why I was there. I scooted back against the headboard away from him.
“Whoa there little lady, I’m not going to hurt you. What are you doing in my bed? I’m supposed to be having a friendly visitor and you being here is going to hamper that. Are you one of the new guy’s daughters?” All I can do is stare up at him, it’s Castor, and I’m supposed to show him a good time. Taking a fortifying breath, I inch away from the headboard. Throwing the covers off my body, he takes a long hard look at my outfit that Jack took extra care picking out. It’s a black leather corset, cinched just tight enough to show off my C cup breasts without making it hard for me to breathe, and a black leather micro mini skirt complete with thigh highs and garters.
“Who the hell allowed you out of the house dressed like that little girl? Put some clothes on this instant and get out of here.”
“I don’t......I can’t leave until...until we.” I can’t get the words out while I fiddle with the edge of my corset; I can’t even look him in the eyes. I hear his footfalls as he comes closer to me; stopping just inches away he puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
“Listen sweetheart, I don’t know who put you up to this, but I’m not touching you in that way. Now why don’t you tell me why you’re here, so we can get you home safe and sound.” Shaking my head, I knew I had to go through with it, if he sent me home without it being done Jack would kick me out. Acting without thinking, I grabbed his face and kissed him. He reacted almost instantly pulling me off of him.
“You can’t take me home.... please I’m begging you. If you take me home before we’ve.... before you’ve.... you know, I’ll be kicked out.” Walking me backwards toward the bed at arm’s length, I’m disappointed when he sits in the chair across from me.
“What’s your name princess, and why the hell do you think if I don’t have sex with you, you’ll get kicked out? What kind of parents do you have that they would send you here to do this?” He seemed pissed, his eyes were flashing a darker green, and I couldn’t look at them for the intensity behind them.
Looking down at my hands in my lap, I don’t know what to do. All of the other men Jack had set me up with were more than willing to use my mouth without worrying about my age, this guy was supposed to be an outlaw. Why did he care?
“I’m.... that is my name is Bliss, Bliss Finch, my dad is Jack Finch.” When I say my dad’s name, it’s like Castor was punched in the gut, all the air expelled from his chest. He looks ever angrier when I look up at him, if that’s even possible. Suddenly he’s grabbing me by my arm and carrying me out the door. I try to plant my feet, hoping to delay the inevitable, I know I’ll be homeless in just a few minutes.
Dragging me down the hall towards the front room of the clubhouse I hear noises of pleasure coming from the rooms, at least my father’s other employees were doing their jobs. As we reached the front room, I saw my father talking to a boy I knew I’d seen at school; I started to pull against Castor even more, there was no way I wanted that boy to know what I was, but Castor just kept moving towards them.
“JACK!” Castor yelled a few feet from them causing my dad to turn towards us, instantly his eyes narrowed in on me. I tried to hide behind Castor. He pulled me in front of him.
“What the hell is this Jack?!” Castor is seething. I can feel him almost shaking with the rage that’s just barely contained while he is eyeballing my father.
“What, I brought you a gift, she’s a virgin, enjoy.” My father turned back around to continue talking to the boy, who has now started looking at me with shock written all over his face. Dropping my eyes to my feet, I wait for them to finish.
“Don’t you ever turn your back on me Jack, now answer my fucking question! What the hell is this Jack? Did you honestly think I’d fuck her? You are one sick fuck. Get your girls and get the fuck out of my club, this is the last time I’ll be using your services.” Castor turned to walk back the way we came.
“So give her to Bart here, I’m sure he’d be happy to pop that cherry, wouldn’t you?” He nudged Bart in the shoulder towards me. Castor stomped back toward us getting in Jack's face.
“I said take your girls and get the fuck out, my son won’t touch her and neither will I. For fucks sake man, she’s your daughter, how could you even think about this?” Castor is vibrating with rage now, clenching and unclenching his fists.
“Did she refuse to service you?” Jack looked right at me moving around Castor towards me. “Did you refuse to service him? Huh, you little bitch!” His hand came up and across my face before I could duck, landing me flat on my ass looking up at him with tears in my eyes. “Get up you little cunt, there’s more where that came from. How dare you embarrass me like this?” I start to edge backwards from him as Castor and Bart grab his arms dragging him out of the club kicking and screaming profanities at me.
“I’m coming back for you little girl, I own you, you’re mine. Do you hear me bitch? I own you and that little cunt of yours.” I heard the door slam shut as I huddled on the floor by a couch, trying to figure out what to do, all I knew for sure was that I couldn’t go home, ever. Pulling my knees to my chest I tried to disappear for at least a second before they would be back to kick me out of their clubhouse.
Feeling someone standing over me I chanced a peek up at them, it was the boy, Bart. Had his dad given me to him like Jack had said, or was he here to kick me out?
“You’re Bliss right? I’m Bartholomew but everyone calls me Bart, here let me help you up.” Bart was only two grades ahead of me, but with his height and muscles, he already looked older than his sixteen years. Like his father, he had green eyes, only his were more sea green than spring green, he was holding out his hand to me, waiting for me to take it.
