Page 31 of Bart (Hades Rejects MC)
“I’d do anything for my family, I may not be a member of the club, but you’re still my family man.” He was right; even though he chose to join the police force, he was still family, and we protect our own. If he got busted, we’d be there to help him anyway he needed us to.
“Family ‘til the end bro, and hell even then I might need your help pulling my ass out of hell.” His comment lightens the mood, at least as we make our final approach on the building in front of us. It looks like a warehouse, but something tells me what’s inside is a different kind of goods than what you usually find in one. I take a steadying breath, trying to prepare myself for whatever we find inside, I reach behind my back for my Glock. Nodding towards the rest of the guys waiting for my signal, we descend on the building hoping to catch whoever is inside off guard.
When we break through the door there are screams from men and women coming from what can only be described as a giant harem. Men and women sitting around on cushions watching television surrounded by security guards. As soon as the security guards saw the numbers we had, they didn’t even give us a fight, which I was kind of disappointed about. We searched the whole facility and the only thing I found was Bliss’s bags in a bedroom in one of the upper rooms. Somehow in the shuffle, I lost track of Holland, the last time I saw him it looked like he knew one of the women and didn’t seem happy about it.
I rounded up all the security guards and whores; I needed answers, and I was losing patience fast.
“Where are they? Where are Bliss and Jack? Someone better start talking.” The guards all start to look at each other with fear in their eyes, good maybe they would talk quicker. One guy seems to find his balls suddenly and decides to piss me off.
“What’s it to you? She’s just another whore in Jack’s enterprise, even if she is a fine ass lay.” I feel my blood run cold, and I see red. When the fog clears he’s dead, my knife is in my hand, covered in his blood, and the other guards are trying to get as far away from their dead partner as possible.
“Now I’ll ask you again. Where are they?” Suddenly they are all talking at once. “One at a time. You, start talking.” I point my knife at the guy who was right next to Mister Personality.
“They left about thirty minutes ago, he took her to meet one of his clients at The Harper Hotel.” He’s not telling me something, the other guards keep looking at him in expectation.
“What else, there’s something you aren’t telling me, what is it?” He shakes his head and looks down the line at the rest of the guys, who are also shaking their heads.
“You have to promise you won’t kill me, we just did what we were ordered to do. She even acted like she liked it.” I didn’t like where this was going, something told me I was going to want to kill every one of them. Suddenly one of them tries to run, Matt stops him before he can even make it two feet with a punch to the gut. Where did Jack get these fucking pussies?
“Fine, I promise I won’t kill you, now TELL ME.”
“Jack had us...he had us initiate her.” I don’t even listen to the rest; I feel nauseous, and all I want to do is kill them all. I start to beat the crap out of him.
“You promised you wouldn’t kill me, you promised.” He’s crying, and the rest of the guys look terrified.
“You’re right, I promised I wouldn’t kill you, Matt over there however, he didn’t make that promise. Can you clean up this mess while I go get my girl back?” Matt has a sick gleam in his eyes as he nods to me. Yeah these guys are so fucked, and they don’t even know it yet. Four other guys come over to restrain the men, as I walk away I can hear them scream for help. Sorry suckers, you fucked the wrong woman.
BLISS
Sitting beside Jack makes me feel like my stomach is in my throat, I’m anxious, nervous, and excited all at the same time. If things go as I plan, I’ll be free. Finally, after all the years looking over my shoulder I’ll be free of this monster’s hold on me. When I was little, before my mother left us, I never dreamed that this would be how things would end between us. Neither of my parents were ever going to win an award, but before my mom left life was bearable.
I remember the day she walked out, Jack and her argued for hours the previous day. I’d watched as she packed a bag, never putting two and two together until she reached the door. She’d wished me good luck, and walked out the door, no kiss goodbye, no offer to take me with her; she just left me with him. When he came home, he was enraged, told me my mom was a whore, and that was exactly what I was too. I’d cried myself to sleep that night, wishing I could have gone with her while hating her at the same time. My world changed forever that day, it was her fault and his fault, but I was paying for it all. It was time for at least one of them to pay for what they’d put me through.
Pulling up to The Harper Hotel, I feel the pit in my stomach growing; my plan depends on Jack and Hank going up to the room with me. I didn’t know who we were meeting, but he’d just be collateral damage as far as I was concerned. I was ending this shit today; in the next few minutes, victory was going to be mine. Hank comes around and opens our door, I slide out of the Town Car with his help. I want to yank my hand back, but I hold steady, smiling coyly at him, or at least what I hope is coyly. Jack follows behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist making my skin crawl.
“Come on Baby Girl, let’s go meet your first client. The first of many, I’m sure. Remember, whatever he wants you give him. Don’t try any of that poor, poor you shit on him either.” He tightens his hold on me until I nod in agreement, I’m just pleased with the fact that they are coming up to the room. I keep telling myself to keep him happy, lull him into a false sense of security, then make my move.
“Do I get to know who my client is Daddy?” The pain it causes me to call him that is almost unbearable. This man was never a father to me, Pops has been my dad since day one with him. I feel like shit for making him think I hated him. I wish I had more time now; time to tell Pops how much he meant to me; how much he changed my life. Pops was there for me, he rescued me, and I treated him like shit. If I made it out of this shit alive, that’s a big if, I was going to find a way to make it up to him. Bart, on the other hand, would probably never forgive me, especially once he found out what I had to do to convince Jack I was back. I needed to clear my mind before I fucked up my chance to take out Jack and his asshole, Hank. Walking to the elevator I try to get my focus back.
“Your client is an old friend of mine; he likes things...well he enjoys spice, that’s all you need to know. Do everything he says, everything. I find out you denied him and there will be hell to pay. My guys were gentle last time, they aren’t normally.” I can feel my skin get cold and clammy just from the thought of all of them all over me again.“Focus Bliss, focus, don’t let him get into your head.”
“No problem Daddy, whatever he wants it’s his.” I attempt to ignore Hank, but he inches towards me to whisper in my ear as Jack steps out of the elevator.
“Come on Baby, be bad, and you get all of us for round two, you know you liked it.” He’s such a snake he makes me shiver, Hank takes that as a sign of approval and he smiles while winking. I hurry out the door to catch up with Jack, while Hank is left to trail after us. I take a calming breath as Jack knocks on the hotel room door, that’s when I took a moment to actually take in the hotel. It wasn’t some shabby No-tell Motel, this was along the lines of The Ritz, it was gorgeous. Who was this guy that Jack set me up with, and how had Jack made such high connections? So many questions running through my head, I almost miss the door opening to reveal an older man. No, scratch that an ancient man. This guy looked like if you blew on him he’d turn to dust, could he even get it up anymore.
“Ah Jack, come in my friend, this must be the infamous Bliss, all grown up but still beautiful.” He tries to kiss my hand, but I can’t even feel his lips they are so paper thin. I might break this guy if I did have sex with him, something was off. “I see you’ve brought Hank with you as requested as well, this is going to be fun. Let’s sit down and have a little drink shall we. Bliss why don’t you pour us all a glass of whiskey, hop to it.” Swatting me on my ass, the old fart pushed me in the direction of the fully stocked bar, inside I was smiling at the perfectness of it all.
I keep my ear tuned into their conversation as I slip behind the bar, set my purse on the counter and begin to make their drinks. After I put three ice cubes in each glass, I reach into my purse to slide out the vial I have inside, peeking up to make sure they haven’t strayed their focus onto me. It would suck to get caught this close to my destination. As I’m pouring the whiskey, I overhear bits and pieces of what they are saying.
“So Jack and I will be watching while you whip her with this.” Mr. Old-as-hell was handing Hank what appeared to be a cat-o-nine-tails with metal pieces on the end that jingled as he handed it over. My body starts to shake, they are planning to make me bleed; this was Jack's real punishment, and he planned to watch the whole thing. Any doubts about what I was about to do to all three of them vanished in an instant.
I distributed the drug into each glass and stirred it with my fingernail, grinning to myself I handed each man his doom. Hank wasted no time at all slinging his back, I got a little nervous thinking that if he passed out before the other two, they’d know I’d drugged them; I tried to remain calm. When Hank jumped up and pulled me toward the bed, I wanted to resist, but until they were knocked out, I couldn’t do anything.
He laid me face down on the bed and started ripping at my clothes until Jack stopped him. “Careful, she has to wear those out of here, have her take them off.” Hank pulled me up by my hair until I was standing, I took my time undressing, hoping the drug would take effect before I was tied down to the bed. I looked over to where Jack and Mr. Old-as-hell were sitting and noticed both their glasses were empty, just a little longer, I just need to stall a little longer. Once I’m naked, I can tell Hank is having trouble standing, his legs look like they’ve turned to jelly, and he’s got the what-the-fuck-is-happening face. Glancing back over at Jack he’s trying to stand up, while Mr. Old-as-hell is snoring. I smile wide for Jack as he stumbles out of his seat.
“You little bitch, what did you...” He never finishes his sentence, he just passes out on the floor cold, and Hank dropped like a two-ton weight to the floor.
Now it was time for the dirty work, I slipped back into my clothes, and prepared to finally put an end to my misery.
