Bart: Hades Rejects MC Book 1: Hades Rejects MC Book 1

By Screaming Mimi

I was a child prostitute, that is until I met the Hades Rejects and Bart. Then I became someone else, someone loved, someone cherished. I thought I could hide from who I was.

When Bliss was thrown at me I knew my life would never be the same. She deserved a man who could protect her, even if that meant taking out her father. I was going to be that man, one way or another.

You can't hide from the past forever, no matter how hard you try. Sometimes a little blood must be spilled to save the ones you love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Screaming Mimi
• Release date: Jun 10, 2016
• ISBN: 9781386149620

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Thank You

I used to do a dedication, but this book needs a thank you page instead. Thank you to all those people who have been supporting me with this book. It’s definitely something a bit more out there for me, but they stood by me, rooting me on. So thank you to my #porngirls: Melissa, Dava, and Beth for standing by me while I wrote this story. A huge thank you to the man who gives me half my ideas, but only gets paid in sex and beer, my amazing husband, Gray. Thankfully he doesn’t complain in his payment method. To my editor and friend, Jodi Cowan, thank you for your patience, and for understanding that I’m comma illiterate for the most part. Finally, to the awesome Shelton Cole for designing my gorgeous cover along with the chapter headers for me, this is my first professionally done cover and I couldn’t be happier.

WARNING!!

This book is for adults only. It deals with strong situations that could cause triggers for some individuals. Please be advised that if you have a weak constitution you should not go any further. You’ve been warned.

Prologue

I remember the day I 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.

When I placed my hand in his I felt safe, like no one would ever hurt or use me again. As he led me towards the hallway I saw Jack's other employees come running out towards us pulling on clothes, while hearing Castor yelling from down the hall.

Where are you taking me? Shouldn’t I be leaving with them? Pointing to the women scrabbling out towards the door, he didn’t answer me; he kept guiding me down the hall. He stopped in front of an ornate door; it had a beautiful angel carved into it with outstretched wings, like something you’d see on a tombstone. Using a key to open the door, he gently pushed me inside with him.

The room was definitely not Bart’s; it was decorated for a girl or a woman. A bedspread made of bandanas in beautiful assorted bright colors with matching pillows made me wish it was my room. Along the wall there was a bookcase filled with books and dolls, yeah this definitely wasn’t his room. I was afraid to touch anything, so I just stood there in the middle of the room being jealous of whoever the room belonged to. My room at home was a mattress with a sheet, nothing else, seeing this girl’s room made me want to weep.

This was my sister’s room; you can stay here until my dad figures out what to do with you. Make yourself comfortable. If you need anything either tell me or my dad, there are clothes that might fit you in the closet. My dad said to have you change out of that. He pointed to my outfit, and until that moment I’d forgotten I was wearing so little. I felt dirty and ashamed having him see me dressed like this. Turning away from him, I walked toward the closet to find something to put on over my outfit so at least I’d have something warm on when they kicked me out. He reached his hand out to stop me.

Bliss, if I’d known he was.... if I’d known you were living like that. I’m sorry. Why was he sorry? It’s not like we’d known each other before today, I mean I’d seen him in the halls at school, but we didn’t hang with the same crowd. He pulled me against his chest, hugging me to his body; I melted against him. He felt safe and comfortable, the two things I’d never had. Looking into his eyes, I saw compassion there right before his lips met mine. They were soft and gentle unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I’d been kissed a lot by the men Jack had set me up with, but this was different. This was my first real kiss, and it was heaven.

Just as quickly as he had pulled me to him, he let me go causing me to almost stumble. Before I could ask him why, he was closing the door behind him. I slid to the floor in a heap, sobbing. Several minutes later I could hear yelling in the hallway.

You can’t keep her! She doesn’t belong here; you need to send her away. It was Bart yelling at his father, hearing him say he didn’t want me there kinda hurt, considering he’d just kissed me.

What would you have me do, send her back to that scum? Huh? No way son, she’s not going anywhere, your sister would want us to take care of her, period, end of story. I’ll get one of the old ladies to take her shopping and get her squared away for school; you won’t be responsible for her at all.

Bart growled and I could hear receding footsteps. Yeah, because I won’t have to watch out for her in school, or make sure she gets home safe, nope, not gonna be my responsibility Pop, right. Thanks a lot. Before I knew it Castor was opening the door I was leaning against to listen, I stumbled backwards going to the closet to hide.

"It’s alright, I’m not here to hurt you. Bliss come on, if I’d wanted to hurt you I could’ve done it when you were in my room, not after I basically threw your......father out. The way he said father" is clear he finds him disgusting, I climb out of the closet looking down at my feet. I don’t know what’s going to happen now, what he plans on doing with me.

Bliss, look I’m sorry.... shit......he never should.... if I could, I’d string him up for making you come here at all. He looks lost looking at me; like it’s not me he’s seeing, but a memory of someone.

My daughter, Isabel, would have been your age, this was her room. I’m sorry it’s not a teenager’s room. We.... she’s been gone for four years now, you can stay here until we figure out a permanent place though, it’s safe here, and your father can’t get to you again. I don’t know what to say, essentially this man just kidnapped me from my father, but then again it’s not like I wanted to stay with that man anyway. My question was, why?

It’s not that I’m not grateful, but I’m not sure I understand what’s going on. Why didn’t you just kick us both out? Why did you keep me? I’m sure with their reputation it’s not good whatever it is.

You deserve better than what he was doing to you, a girl should be able to depend on her father to protect her from the evils of this world. I couldn’t save Isabel from the disease that ravaged her body, but I can save you from that man. Now that I have you though, I’m not sure exactly where to put you, or how to deal with this whole thing. Hell half my club thinks I’ve lost my damn mind, the other half wants to kill your father. I sit down on the bed contemplating my next move; I couldn’t let him be responsible for me out of some misguided guilt over his own daughter.

I appreciate you coming to my aid, but I’m not your responsibility, I’ll work, pay my way while I stay here. Clean, cook, run errands, whatever you need me to do. For a moment he looked pissed, like I had insulted him by offering to work.

"Bliss,