Matt: The Hades Rejects MC Book 3: The Hades Rejects MC

By Screaming Mimi

Interrogation takes skill. One has to be cunning and quick, picking up on any response or tick someone may unknowingly share.

From the military to the Hades Rejects MC, Matt is their master interrogator. Using his tactics from his military days to break those who try to break the MC is what he does best. Will he be able to use the same skills when it comes to Jesse and her safety?

On the run from treacherous and twisted parents, a betrayal one would never fathom, Jesse digs her way out, but bitter from betrayal by those who should have loved her, she trusts no one. Her virginity sold and her dignity promised to business partners of the parents she despises, could she be able to fully escape?

From the suspenseful and devious mind of Screaming Mimi, this story gives you action, heat, thirst for power, and struggle for love that may prove to be the deadliest game Matt and Jesse will ever engage in.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Screaming Mimi
• Release date: May 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393991205

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Published by: Screaming Mimi

Cover art by: SC Photo – Shelton Cole

Edited by: Jodi Cowan

Interior formatting and design by: Screaming Mimi & Shelton Cole

Copyright 2019 © Screaming Mimi

Language: English

Thank You

To my cover model Lance Jones, thank you for giving me a muse for Matt, it made writing his story so much easier. Shelton Cole thank you for always creating something spectacular for my cover. To my editor who I am pretty sure I drive her crazy on a regular basis, thank you for putting up with my brand of crazy. To my Golden Girls, you are my rocks! As always thank you to my scream making hubby who helps with all my research, and I do mean ALL my research.

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 know I shouldn’t be here, Dad said to stay away, it was better for me, but I need to see her one last time. A part of me needs her to tell me that she doesn’t want us anymore, or maybe I’m hoping if she sees me, she’ll come running back to us. The broken part of me that needs my mom, the one that isn’t ready to grow up just yet, is standing there in front of a ramshackle house that looks like a good gust of wind will blow it down. The door was barely on its hinges, the windows were boarded up on the inside, and the roof was a rusty tin with pieces flapping noisily

Looking up and down the street I can see that most of houses look the same, I see a few small children running around in their diapers with no parents in sight. It was getting late, if I didn’t get back to the house soon my dad would come looking for me. I needed to make this quick, before he noticed I wasn’t in my room doing my homework. As I walk towards the porch, a feeling of dread begins washing over me. What if she slams the door in my face? What if it is the wrong house? It could be, I was only able to listen to half of the conversation between Pops and my dad on the phone, I could have gotten the wrong address.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door and it swung open with no resistance. If this was where she was living, she wasn’t safe. She needed to be home with us so we could take care of her. The door creaked open with a resounding thud against the wall, causing me to jump. Inside was dark, the smell from inside wafted out making my stomach roil. Mom, Mom are you in there? I could hear a groan of pain coming from deep inside, it made me take a few steps into the house. Looking around, I saw food rotting from where it had been left on the floor, stepping over as much of it as I could, I made my way further into the house. Mom! I heard another groan coming from down the hall, so I inched my way towards it. I tried to flip on the light switch, but it didn’t work. The hallway was even darker than the living area, making me hesitate just a little. Opening the first door with a nudge of my foot revealed a bedroom with, what looked like, the remnants of a bed sitting in the middle of the room. The room was otherwise empty, so I moved down the hall to the next room. Toeing it open, I see her lying inside the bathtub with her arm hung over the side and I race to her side. Mom, Mom look at me, please just look at me. She lifts her head up; I can tell she’s trying to get her eyes to focus.

Yanking her arm out of my hand, she glares at me and starts yelling, What the hell are you doing here? Get out!

My mouth is wide open in shock as tears start streaming down my face. Mom, I came to bring you home, please. I’m pleading with her, I need her. Why can’t she understand that?

I ain’t going home, now get. I never wanted you kids, none of you. I don’t want to believe her, she used to love us, she used to be our mom. Now, now I’m not sure what she is, a ghost of her former self. Please Mom, please just come home, I’ll take care of you, I promise. She swats feebly at me and I jump back out of instinct.

You can’t help anyone, get out and don’t come back, I don’t need you. Tears start to fall as I back out of the bathroom. Once in the living room, I bolt out the door dropping to the ground. I don’t know how much time passes while I’m on my knees crying before Dad finds me. Matt, Matt, look at me son. Come here. As soon as his arms wrapped around me, I let it all go, sobs rack my body as he tried to sooth me.

I couldn’t help her, I’m sorry. My father pulled me away from his body; he bent down touching our foreheads together.

You can’t save her son, no one can. Come on; let’s get you out of here. There’s nothing else we can do for her now. I didn’t want to leave her alone, I’d failed to protect her, even if it was from herself.

Everything around me seemed to fade away in my mind all I saw was her face as she told me to go away. If I had gotten there sooner, if she hadn’t left us, if I hadn’t been a brat, but I couldn’t go back in time and it was killing me. It was my fault; I should have been a bigger help with my brothers while my father was overseas. Then she wouldn’t have needed drugs to help her through his deployments, but I was a selfish brat and complained anytime she asked me to help them with anything. Hanging my head, I make a vow never to let someone down again, to always be what they need me to be, regardless of my own needs or wants.

Come on son; let’s get you out of here. We have a lot to talk about before we go home to your brothers. I didn’t even look up at my dad as he handed me my helmet, before sliding into the seat in front of me. Once we are moving the feel of wind against my face calms me like nothing else ever has, brings me that sense of peace that I crave. My mind goes rampant with what my father needs to talk to me about before we go home to tell my brothers about our mom. I know they will blame me, just like I was sure my dad did, but I would take their anger, because I deserved it.

Chapter One

Matt

Jerking awake, I look over at the doorway to see Jesse standing there fidgeting with her nightshirt. Damn if she’s not the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen with her curves in full view under the thin nightshirt she’s wearing. She’s too good for me though, untouchable, but it’s hard to get my dick to understand that.

You were dreaming again. She knew not to touch me when I was having a dream, that the best way to wake me was yelling my name. I hadn’t been having dreams when she slept in the same bed with me, but things changed when she found out I had feelings for her. In the blink of an eye, she went from feeling comfortable with me holding her at night, to not being able to handle my touch. Damn her parents, double damn that bastard who put in her the fear of a man’s touch into her, and damn me for wanting something I wasn’t worthy of having.

I’m fine, just a nightmare, go back to bed Jess. I sat up, flinging my legs over the side of the bed, it wasn’t until I heard her gasp that I remembered I wasn’t wearing my boxers. Since she’d stopped sleeping in bed with me, I’d gone back to sleeping naked. I quickly reached for the blanket to cover up my very obvious erection, shit. Sorry, go back to bed Jess.

I heard you yelling in your sleep, want to talk about it. I needed her to leave, as much as I wanted her to stay, my restraint was hanging by a thread. My head told me I couldn’t touch her, shouldn’t touch her, but my dick clearly had other ideas.

Jess, please go back to your bed, I’m fine. When I look up at her, I can see her eyes are riveted on the blanket covering my dick. Shit, I bet I scared her with my fucking dick hanging out. When I looked at her again, I didn’t see fear, what I saw was curiosity, which made my dick jump under the blanket.

Sorry. She bolted out the doorway. Fuck, now I’d really done it.

Wait, Jess, shit! I was halfway to the door when I felt the breeze hit my cock. Damn it, settle down asshole, you can’t have her. Yanking on some basketball shorts, I run down the hallway to her room, knocking on the door. Jess, I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have seen that, it won’t happen again. Please, talk to me.

I can hear her shuffling around the room through the door, before she cracks it open just an inch. Her eyes immediately travel down my body, stopping at my crotch, which of course just made Mr. Happy jump to attention. When she finally makes her way back up to my face, she’s blushing slightly, damn she’s beautiful. She starts to nibble on her lower lip and damn it if Mr. Happy waves a salute. I want to grab him to get him under control, but I’m afraid she might slam the door in my face in fear.

Jess, come on, don’t be like this. I’m sorry, please come out and talk to me. She looks hesitant; I could kick myself for letting her find out about how I really feel about her. I know she’s too good for me, I know I should stay away from her, hell I even know she shouldn’t be living with me. The thing is I can’t bring myself to tell her to leave either. I was afraid after she found out about my feelings she’d leave without a backwards glance, but she stuck around. The only thing that changed was she stopped sleeping in my room with me.

I’m fine, go back to bed. She starts to close the door in my face, but I put my foot out just in time to stop it from shutting completely. I let out a wince as it squished my foot. Jess suddenly yanked the door open and got down on her knees, she was going to be the death of me. Oh my god Matty, why did you do that? Are you alright? Did I hurt your foot? You know that was really stupid!

I could kiss her, I wouldn’t, but I wanted to so badly I had to ball up my fists to keep from reaching out and grabbing her towards me. It was getting harder and harder to resist touching her in more than a friendly way. I’m fine, remember, hardened soldier, nothing hurts me. I point to myself with a lopsided grin on my face. I’m rewarded by a swat to my chest, followed by her gasping with her hand over her mouth.

I’m so sorry, I never hit people. I don’t know what came over me, please forgive me Matt. I hated hearing her call me Matt, I preferred when she called me Matty. When she called me Matt, I could hear the distance she was trying to put between us, and it hurt a little. Even though I knew it was probably for the best, it still hurt knowing she was trying to keep me at a distance.

Again, hardened soldier, remember. Come on Jess, you didn’t mean anything by it, besides I’m no worse for wear. I wasn’t about to tell her about what her touch did to me, because then she’d surely slam the door in my face, lock it, and possibly move the dresser to block it.

That doesn’t give me the right to hit you, violence is never the answer. If her face wasn’t so serious, I would laugh, violence definitely was the answer to certain problems in my opinion. Especially when it came to her asshole parents and their business partners, after what they’d done to her, violence was the only answer. She didn’t do violence though, she was the make love not war kind of girl, which should make me run for the hills instead of wanting to be closer to her. I’m the make war then love kind of guy, I don’t think violence solves all your problems, but it probably did solve the vast majority of them.

You barely tapped me cupcake, it felt like a gnat landed on me, calm down. Are you ready to talk about what’s really bothering you, or are we still pretending nothing's wrong? I tapped her on her nose, when what I really wanted to do was pull her to me and kiss away her worry. She gazed up at me, worrying her lip with her teeth. There was a part of my brain that told me to abort mission, but I ignored it and found myself reaching for her instead.

I wrapped my arm around her back, lifting her just a little to get a better angle, before I dipped my head to her. When our lips connected, lightning shot straight through me, the connection lasted only a second before I got control of myself again and let her go. Stepping away from her, I ran my hand through my hair, as I thought to myself, I’d just fucked up completely and there was no going back.

Shit, Jess that shouldn’t have happened. I can’t look at her, I’m afraid I’ll see the fear, I know it will be there. She’s not ready for me, she’ll never be ready for me. She needs a nice guy who isn’t as fucked up as I am, someone she can count on, that wasn’t me. I wish it was, but I always let the ones I love down.

Are you fucking kidding me right now Matt?! My head snapped up at her angry words, and I saw the fierce set in her eyes, I really had fucked up. Shit, shit, fuck. You are seriously going to kiss me like that and then say, oops sorry that shouldn’t have happened. What if I wanted it to happen? Huh? There was no way she wanted me to kiss her, she didn’t want anyone touching her, let alone kissing her. We had strict rules when we slept in the same bed, she could touch me, but I couldn’t touch her.

Thinking back to the kiss, she didn’t try to pull away from me, maybe she had wanted it. No, I took without asking, I’d promised her I wouldn’t do that. I’d always ask permission before touching her, she deserved that kind of care after what she’d been through. What if I’d set off a trigger for her, I could have set her back in all the progress she’d made.

Jess... I had no words to make what I’d done better, there were none, I’d crossed a line I couldn’t erase now. She was going to hate me; I’d just become like every other man in her life.

Matt, when are you going to stop treating me like I’m a porcelain doll? I’m not going to break just because you touch me anymore, I’ve come too far for that. You’ve helped me come so far; don’t you see that? She moved into my space, standing up on tippy toes she pulled me down to her lips. The lightning was back. Electricity coursed through my whole body and I never wanted that feeling to stop. When we separated, I wanted to pull her back to me, but I didn’t. I knew we shouldn’t be doing this, even if she didn’t. She deserved better than what I had to offer, she was everything soft, while I was everything rough, and she deserve a man who could give her soft.

We shouldn’t have done that Jess; you don’t know what you’re asking for. You deserve more than I have to offer you. I can see the hurt in her eyes, hurt I never wanted to put there. It just proved to me that she didn’t need to get involved