Page 29 of Bart (Hades Rejects MC)
“How could you let her make that choice? Why didn’t you force her to do it? I could have saved her; she might have lived.” I’m shaking with rage; how could they keep this from me all these years.
“Son, she was adamant about it, she didn’t want you to suffer. She loved you so much. If anyone is to blame for her death, it’s me, if I’d let your mother take her to the hospital when she wanted to maybe they would have caught it in time. I let my baby girl suffer because I thought she just had the flu. Your mom though, she knew something else was wrong. That’s why she left us, because I killed our baby girl, and she couldn’t forgive me. I can’t blame her; hell I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me too.” I’m just about to tell him it’s not his fault; no one could have known it was more than the flu, that I didn’t hate him when Bliss stands up and starts yelling before I can get a word out.
“This, this right here is why I can’t trust anyone in my life, all of you keep secrets. Everyone lying, never telling the truth. You want me to trust you, to go back to the way life was before Vic and his sick twisted shit. I can’t trust any of you, you’re all liars, and I’m through with this shit. If I’m going to be lied to at least I’ll be lied to by the king of lies.” We don’t even have time to react before she’s storming out of the room, her eyes full of tears. By the time we recover and run after her, she’s barreling out of the parking lot.
“I seriously hope y’all aren’t falling for that bullshit performance she just put on. That girl is about to get herself into a world of trouble, you realize that right?” Turning, I nod to Dr. Diaz because I know exactly where she’s going, but have no clue how to find the place.
“Where the fuck is she going Bart? What do you mean performance, she looked pretty pissed in there to me?” Poor Pops, he never could tell when Bliss was full of shit, thank God I could or she would have gotten into more trouble in high school.
“I’ll explain on the way to the clubhouse, we’re going to need back up.”
BLISS
Fuck, I can’t believe I just did that. I saw the pain in Pops eyes, the shock in Bart’s. I wanted to go back and apologize to them, say it wasn’t true, but I couldn’t. I needed my plan to go the right way; I needed them as far away as possible from what I had planned. No way was I going to let any of them get hurt just so I could exact revenge, no I needed them safe. Where I was going, pain and self-loathing awaited. Now to find the man I’d been avoiding since the day he brought me to Castor, Jack Finch.
I knew where he used to hole up when things got hot with the cops, I’d start there first. My hands are shaking; I know once I go back to him the punishment will be severe. I remember when one of his girls took off because her grandma was sick, when she came back, Jack didn’t give two shits what her excuse was, only that she’d left him. He’d taken a bullwhip to her back, she’d needed stitches to close some of the damage, then he’d been pissed she couldn’t work and kicked her out on the streets. I didn’t look forward to my punishment, not at all.
Pulling up to the abandoned warehouse, I didn’t see any vehicles around outside, but that didn’t mean anything. Turning off the engine, I took a deep calming breath, praying I survived long enough to put an end to Jack forever. Checking my makeup in the rear view mirror I’d make sure to look just like he liked, he needed to believe I was coming back into the fold. Stepping out of the car, I looked up and saw the doors to the warehouse opening up, it’s him, I have to stop myself from fleeing. I need to do this, I tell myself, once I end him the world will be a better place. With that resolve I plaster a smile on my face.
“Well...well...well...look who decided to come home to daddy. I knew you couldn’t stay away forever, the whore in you will always call you back to me, I own you, remember.” Hearing his voice makes me want to stab him in the eye, but I know he’s stronger than I am. I need him weakened before I enact my plan; I need him to trust me.
“You know it, they tried to change me into the good girl, but I’ve always been your little whore. Do you forgive me?” It takes everything I have not to cringe when he comes near me. When he grabs me by my hair and hauls me into the warehouse, I don’t even put up a fight, I know what’s coming. I took pain pills just for this reason; hopefully they will help make the pain bearable.
“Oh my sweet little whore, I won’t forgive you yet, but I will once you’ve been punished properly.” I can only see the floor and feet as he drags me through the warehouse.
“Who’s that Jack? I thought I was your top bitch!” Wow, that voice could melt paint, whomever it belonged to.
“Shut your trap Connie, it’s my daughter, she has come home to daddy. Now move, she has a punishment coming to her, or do you want one first.” I hear the sound of heels quickly retreating, I guess she doesn’t want to be punished, can’t say I blame her. I’m being flung across the threshold of a door, before he slams it shut behind us. I only have a moment to look around before he’s on me again. He’s taken me to some kind of living quarters, that’s all I can tell from the glimpse I got before he’s right in my face, pulling my hair.
“Your friends killed one of my best male whores, do you know that? Vic was damn good at what he did. My male clients were very happy with him and now he’s gone; you’re going to pay for that too little girl. First though, first I’m going to make sure you never leave me again.” I don’t have time to reply, I know it won’t do me any good anyway, his confirmation that Vic was working for him makes me sick to my stomach. He picks me up by my hair and flings me on a bed, I don’t protest as he ties me down, it’s only when I see the knife come out that my fear rises. Starting with my jeans, he cuts every piece of clothing from my body until I’m lying there naked, that’s when I realize what he has planned for my punishment. I close my eyes as I hear him call out names from the doorway. Fuck, I could take any amount of pain he dished out, but this, this I didn’t think I could survive.
“Hey boss, what’s up.... oh I see.” Not his male whores, no. His goons, six of them standing there staring down at me like I’m a damn steak, and they are starving. Jack comes over to leer at me, then gets close to my ear and whispers, “You will not scream, you will not cry, you will moan like the whore you are. If you don’t, this will only be the beginning. Prove to me you are here for the reasons you say you are or I’ll make sure this is a walk in the park to what I’ll do next.” I nod because that’s all I can do without calling him the bastard he is. How could a man put his own daughter through something like this I’ll never know?
“She’s all yours boys, I want her pristine when you get finished, so no rough stuff, and make sure you wear protection, I don’t want no babies ruining her yet. I need her to be able to work when you’re finished, enjoy Bliss.” His mocking tone as he exited only made me want to scream at him even more, once he was out the door my focus went to the six men left in the room, time to win an Oscar for best actress.
BART
Let me get to her before she does anything stupid, before she finds him, before he exacts retribution. Why didn’t she let me handle this shit? I should have known she was up to something. I saw it written all over her face for the past few weeks, she wanted revenge. All the way to the clubhouse I pray, I pray that we can find her before she gets hurt. I pray that if we don’t then she survives whatever that sick fuck does to her. My need for her is too strong for me to lose her now. We’d started making progress, or was that a lie too, was she just pretending? Damn it, I wanted to protect her and throttle her all at once.
“Where is she going Bart? Answer me damn it!” Pops hasn’t let up since we started towards the clubhouse, I don’t have an answer he’s going to like though.
“Where do you think Pops?” I hear him cuss next to me.
“This is my fault; it’s been my fault from the beginning.” What is he talking about his fault, how could Jack being sick and twisted be his fault? He starts to beat his fist against his thigh, something I haven’t seen him do since Isabel was sick.
“Pops, what the hell are you rambling on about? How could whatever Jack is doing or did be your fault?” He looks over at me and I see guilt in his eyes, whatever it is I’m afraid to find out.
“I’ll explain once we get everyone into the clubhouse, I don’t want to repeat this once I reveal it. Just remember that I love you son, no matter what else I love you.” He was scaring me, what could possibly be so bad that he’d think I wouldn’t believe he loved me. I’d find out soon because we were pulling into the clubhouse parking lot. I’d sent a text out to all the guys before we left Dr. Diaz’s office, so as we were pulling up so were about twenty bikes, the sound was almost deafening.
Walking inside I’m apprehensive, whatever is about to be said could change things between my dad and me. I steel myself as I take a seat around our giant meeting table and wait for the axe to fall. Pops comes in and takes a seat at the head of the table. He looks as nervous as a virgin on her wedding day. Everyone else ambling in is clearly unsure of what to expect from the 911 text I sent out.
“Hello gentlemen, what I’m about to tell you will explain why Jack Finch has been a thorn in our side. I’m not proud of what I did, or how things went down, but it is what it is. I regret that Bliss is the one paying for my mistakes; she deserves better than what Jack has put her through.” He seems to take a calming breath, but what I want to do is yell at him to hurry the fuck up, Bliss is missing. Clearing his throat, he began, “We were young, dumb, and full of cum. Jack and I used to be friends, we did everything together including sharing women.” He pauses looking at me, ok so he shared women with this man, it’s not like half the guys in the club hadn’t done the same thing. “Then we met Diana, she was beautiful, smart, and funny; we both fell hard for her. Diana only fell for one of us, me, and Jack couldn’t deal with the rejection. When I married Diana, he lost it. He started doing drugs heavily, and married the first chick he got knocked up, Bliss’s mom. Diana, as you all know, left me when Isabel died, but Jack blames me for her not loving him. Bliss is paying for my mistakes in life.” Holy fucking crap on a cracker! my mother, the woman I saw as an angel, until she left us, had a threesome with my dad and Jack Finch. I vomit a little in my mouth.
“Jack is responsible for his own mistakes, not you Pops, he decided to become the man he is, not you. I don’t blame you for what he’s done to Bliss or what he’s about to do to her, which brings us to why we called you all here. Bliss is after revenge and has gone looking Jack to exact it. Does anyone have leads on where he might be?” Everyone starts to talk at once, but none of them have a clue, fuck. “Alright, let’s get some eyes and ears out there, go to where we know he’s been before, find his girls if you have to, I want this fucker tonight.” The room clears out leaving me and Pops alone, his head in his hands.
“Pops, you gotta stop blaming yourself for Jack’s shit, you may have won the girl from him, but you didn’t force him to become the man he is, that’s on him. We’ll get her back Pops, we will.” He’s about to say something when my phone rings, it’s Holland, the one man I didn’t contact. I didn’t want him near this in case it goes south, he’s on the right side of the law, and he deserves not to be touched by this shit.
“Yo, what’s up man!” I try to sound upbeat, I don’t like hiding the fact that Bliss is in trouble again, but it’s for his own good.
