Pops

by Screaming Mimi

  Pops: Hades Rejects MC

  Book 2

  Screaming Mimi

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Pops: The Hades Rejects MC Book 2

  Thank You

  WARNING!!

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Four Months Later

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  © Screaming Mimi - 2018

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by means mechanical, electronic, photocopying, recording or otherwise without prior permission from the publisher.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events or persons, living or dead are purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names or featured names are assumed to be the property of their respective owners and are used only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used. Except for review purposes, the reproduction of this book in whole or in part, mechanically or electronically, constitutes a copyright violation.

  Published in the United States of American in the year 2018;

  The right of the Authors Name to be identified as the Author of the Work has been asserted by them in accordance with The Copyright, Designs and Patent Act of 1988.

  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 2018 © Screaming Mimi

  Language: English

  ISBN-10: 1717179010

  ISBN-13: 978-1717179012

  Thank You

  I’d like to take the opportunity to say thank to

  everyone that has supported me over the past few years. Without your love and support I couldn’t do what I do. Thank you to my amazing friend and editor Jodi Cowan for putting up with my craziness.

  To my glorious #porngirls you girls, Dava, Melissa, and Beth, are my rocks, never forget that. Shelton Cole thank you for another gorgeous book cover. You take what’s in my head and somehow come up with the perfect design. To my two daughters, thank you for putting up with mommy’s insanity. Last, but not least the man who is responsible for making me scream in good ways as well as bad, my husband, thank you for helping me with “research and development”.

  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

  “DADDY, PROMISE ME YOU won’t let him try, I don’t want him in pain.” Swallowing the lump in my throat, I hold her hand, kissing it. I want to tell her no; I want to beg her to let us try to save her, but we all know the chances are slim that it will work. They gave her a ten percent chance with the bone marrow transplant from her brother, but she refused to take it, refused to put her brother through the pain.

  “I promise baby girl, now save your strength, you need to rest. Daddy will be right here when you wake back up.” She smiles as she allows herself to drift off to sleep.

  “Castor how can you not make her take the treatment, she’s going to die because of you. This is all your fault, if you had let me take her in sooner she wouldn’t be this bad off.” I cringe at her words, I know she’s right, if I had let her bring Isabel in sooner, maybe they could have done something more for her.

  “Please be quiet Diana, she’s resting, let her rest.” I pray she listens to me. I know I fucked up not letting her bring Isabel in sooner, but she needs to let our daughter rest.

  “I’ll be in the chapel, you better hope she survives Castor, or so help me I’ll never forgive you.” I’m sure she means her drug dealer, not the chapel, but I’m not going to call her on it. Bart and Isabel don’t need to know exactly how fucked up their mom is, it’s my secret, one I hope to take to my grave.

  Watching my little girl's chest fight to move is crushing me inside, it feels like a vise is tightening around my heart with each labored breath. She’s our beacon of hope; if we lose her we lose our light in the darkness that is our lives. I knew Diana never wanted to marry me. Bart was the only reason she did it, but when Isabel came along I saw how much happier she was. She doted on Isabel, dressing her in the best clothes, paying for dance lessons, piano lessons, and anything else Isabel’s heart desired. We were as close to being happy as we could get, and the glue that was holding us all together was losing a battle I couldn’t win for her.

  “Pops, can I come in?” Turning, I see Bart standing in the doorway uncertainty marring his face. God I never wanted my children to ever feel pain or hurt, but fuck if it didn’t break down our door full force, and its name was fucking cancer.

  “Yeah buddy, come on in, but be quiet she just fell asleep. She needs her rest.” Nodding, he picks up the chair and scoots it as close to her bed as he can, not making a sound. As he sits there gazing at his sister, I can see the tears forming in his eyes; I want to take that shit away from him. He reaches for her other hand taking it gently in his own, he’s been all fumbles lately, growing bigger by the day, becoming the man he’s meant to be, but with her he’s extra careful. He’s been her shadow since the day she came home from the hospital, watching her, kissing her hurts, and making sure no one picked on her.

  “Why can’t I help her Pops? Why can’t it be me instead of her lying in this bed? I’m the damaged one, I’m the one who’s already tainted, it should be me. She’s pure and everything that is good in this world.” His tears are flowing, and I’m fucking pissed that he’s heard his mother's cruel words. I go to him pulling into a hug, and let him cry, it’s killing me not to be able to tell him that even if he helped his sister she probably wouldn’t survive. She made me promise, and I will give her anything right now; she deserves to go on her terms.

  “She would never want it to be you son; she loves you too much for that. I don’t know why we were given her only to have her taken from us so soon, but she won’t be forgotten, ever. She’s here, and we won’t ever lose her if we keep her here.” I point first to my heart then his own, I truly believe she was in our lives for a reason, we just may not understand that reason yet.

  “Oh that’s it comfort the child that isn’t dying, real good there Castor. She’s there because of all the sins of her father, you did this to her, it’s you and your club’s fault she’s dying.” Diana is staggering across the room, but I won’t let her wake Isabel, so I grab her by the arms and lead her through the door before she says anything worse. I’ve already decided that she’s gone as soon as the funeral is over; I won’t have her spewing her hate at Bart anymore. He deserves better than that shit.

  “Let go of me Castor, or so help me I’ll scream right here in the hospital.” Releasing her I step back double-checking the door to make sure Bart didn’t follow us, I let my anger go.

  “Listen to me very carefully Diana, our daughter is in there breathing her last breaths, if you want to be allowed to stay you will shut your trap. Do I make myself clear? This isn’t Bart’s fault, that kid loves his s
ister more than any of us, he lives for that little girl, so knock this shit off.” She starts to pace scratching her arms, and I know she needs another fix. I’ve tried so many times to get her clean, but it never works long. The longest she’d ever been clean was when she was pregnant with Isabel, but even that didn’t last once Isabel was born.

  “Diana, go do whatever it is you need to do to be able to deal with this shit, but do not come back in that room until you can keep your tongue civil. Isabel deserves peace, and if you aren’t willing to give it to her then you stay the fuck away from her.” I don’t wait to see if she follows my instructions; I go back inside to my children.

  Walking back inside, I see Bart lying on the bed curling into Isabel while she runs her hand through his hair. I stop and watch as they talk about school, girls, and plans for the summer, I choke back a sob. She’s trying so hard to keep everything normal for him; she doesn’t want him to hurt any more than he has to. How could God take something so pure, so beautiful away from the world? I want to smash things, to tear the world apart to fix her, but I know it won’t do any good. We will live in this moment, we will love in this moment, and we won’t think about tomorrow, because right now my children are happy together.

  I don’t know how long I stand at the door watching them; Bart eventually falls asleep next to his sister, but she doesn’t stop running her fingers through his hair. “I’ll miss this most Pops, don’t let him blame himself, you promised.” She’s so quiet I barely hear her voice, she’s so intent on her brother’s face, like she’s trying to memorize it, and all I can think is shouldn’t it be us who are trying to memorize her.

  “He won’t baby girl, I promise.” I can’t say the same for myself, but I won’t let Bart blame himself for not being able to save his sister. “Why don’t you rest with him?”

  “I don’t want to sleep, if I sleep I might not wake up, and I want to remember all of this for later. I don’t ever want to forget his face, or yours, or Moms, I want to keep them in here for later.” She points to her head, and I have to clear my throat before I start crying.

  “Baby, you won’t ever forget us, we’ll always be right here, just like you will be right here for us.” I point to her heart, and mine like I did with Bart, tears shimmer in her eyes, it takes all my control not to lose my shit right there in the room. I know I have to keep my shit together for her; she doesn’t deserve to spend her last days comforting us. Especially not me, I don’t deserve comforting. It’s my fault they didn’t catch the fucking cancer soon enough, it’s my fault; I should have brought her in sooner. I was such a fucking idiot, thinking my kids were invincible, that something like this could never happen to them, I was so fucking wrong. This was my punishment for being wrong. I wasn’t sure I was going to survive the consequences for being so wrong.

  “I’ll miss you Daddy, but remember I’ll be watching you always. You’ll remember to say goodnight to me like always right? All those other angels will be so jealous that my daddy is saying goodnight to me and not them, I can’t wait to rub it in their faces.” I smile a sad smile, because her talking about heaven just about kills me.

  “I’ll remember Baby, I’m sure they will be jealous as soon as they see how beautiful you are. No angel can compare to mine.” She blushes, bringing much needed color to her pale cheeks. She’s been fighting for the last year, but I can tell she’s just tired of fighting, and ready to be free. I see it in her eyes, I know she’s ready to let go. I don’t want her to, but I know I need to let her. If I could fight this demon for her I would, hell I would switch places with her if I could, take all her pain away. There is nothing as scary as watching your child fight and not being able to help them.

  “Good, I’m going to go to sleep now Daddy. Tell Bart and Mommy I love them please.” She reaches for me so I lean down and give her my cheek, she lays back with a smile on her face as she falls asleep. I know she won’t be waking up again, deep down I knew she was saying goodbye for the final time. It doesn’t make it easier when the alarms on her machines start going off an hour later. I have just enough time to pull Bart off her bed and into my arms before they rush in to try to save her. Falling to my knees I pull Bart tightly to me, finally letting fall the tears that I’ve been holding in.

  The next week I’m like a zombie going through the motions, but I couldn’t tell you what I ate, or if I ate for that matter. I planned the funeral, found her favorite dress, and picked the flowers out all alone, Diana just couldn’t handle it. She never even came back to the hospital the night Isabel passed, I don’t know where she was when our daughter took her last breath, and at the moment I don't give a fuck either. I focused on making sure everything was perfect for my princess, while making sure Bart knew I was there for him. Diana didn’t seem to give a fuck about anyone but herself, crawling into whatever drug she could find to make the pain go away. I envied her somewhat; I wanted to make the pain go away too, even if it was temporary, but Bart needed me. There was no way I was going to let him down, I’d already let one child down, I wasn’t about to let the other one down too.

  The night before the funeral, I confronted Diana, hoping to snap her out of herself long enough to say goodbye to our daughter. “Diana, tomorrow you need to be straight. I know you’re hurting, but you need to be there for Bart, tomorrow is going to be rough on him.” She blinks up at me from the sofa, like she is trying to understand what I’m saying.

  “Yeah, I’ll meet you there tomorrow, I’m getting my hair done, I have to look perfect for our little girl.” Something seems off about her, but I let it go, at least she’s willing to go to the funeral.

  “Good, Bart will be happy to see you there, he needs his mom right now Diana. I know you’re hurting, so am I, but he’s hurting too. He needs us both, he needs to know he couldn’t save her, he doesn’t need to be resting that shit on his shoulders.” She ignores me, curling into the fetal position facing the back of the couch, blocking me out. At least she’s agreed to go to the funeral, I leave her sleeping on the couch and crawl into my bed.

  Getting up the next morning, I help Bart get his suit on, helping him with his tie. He looks so grown-up, soon he’ll be taller than me. “How do I look Pops? Do you think she’ll like it? I pick the blue tie because that’s her favorite color.”

  “I’m sure she’ll love it Bart, let’s get moving so we aren’t late.” We pass the living room and I notice Diana is gone already, she probably left for her hair appointment. Bart looks at me questioningly. “She said she’ll meet us at the funeral, she had to get her hair done.”

  She doesn’t come though; she never shows up, and when we got home all her things were cleared out. There was no note, no explanation; she was just gone. Bart tried to pretend it didn’t bother him, but I could tell it did, and I wanted so badly to take that pain away from him too. He’d lost his sister and mother in the course of one week. I was going to make damn sure I was always there for him from that moment on.

  Chapter One

  POPS

  “Castor, it’s your turn.” I blink back to the present, thinking about Isabel always gets me zoning out. Looking over at what has got to be the hottest fucking psychiatrist on the planet. Dr. Diaz is Bliss’ therapist, but we’ve all been coming in together to help Bliss heal from the shit her biological father put her through. Seriously, with her dark tanned skin, curves that went on for fucking miles, and golden brown eyes, I was completely fucked. I’ll support my baby girl any way I can, but sitting in the office looking at the doc’s legs in her skin tight pencil skirt has my cock straining to let loose. Fuck me, those heels she’s wearing would look mighty fine wrapped around my neck while I’m buried balls deep in her pussy.

  A blush creeps over her, and I realize my face is revealing my thoughts. I quickly straighten and look over at my kids. Bart gives me a puzzled look while Bliss waggles her eyebrows at me, yeah, I am so busted. Dr. Diaz is having none of my stalling though.

  “Castor, are you going to get your mind out o
f the gutter long enough to talk, or should we call this session a day.” Giving her a smile, I get my dick under control so I can do what I’m here for, help my girl, Bliss.

  “Yeah Baby, I’ll talk today. What’s the subject again?” She takes a deep breath, I can tell I’ve agitated her, but she composes herself quickly.

  “We’re talking about blaming ourselves for things we have no control over. Do you have anything to add to the conversation, or not?” She’s boring her eyes through me, but instead of making me worried, it’s just turning me on again. Fuck, the things I want to do this woman, but she keeps denying me.

  “I’m always in fucking control Baby, you’d know that if you let me show you.” I wink at her, and she glares back at me. Damn, she’s even sexier when she’s angry.

  “Pops, we aren’t here for you to hit on Dr. Diaz, we’re here for Bliss, come on.” I glance of at Bart to give him a fuck you look when my eyes land on Bliss, tears are in her eyes, and I want to kick myself in the balls. She may not be my blood, but I’d die for her just the same.

  “Sorry baby girl, I zoned out. Today's...well it’s...” I can’t bring myself to say it’s her birthday, if I say her name it will hurt too much, my chest feels like there’s a weight on it.

  “Oh shit, Pops, fuck me I forgot.” Looking over at my boy his face falls, he shouldn’t have to bare this burden with me. He already knows he couldn’t help her, that she refused to put him through the bone marrow transplant, but my own guilt eats at me. He whispers in Bliss’ ear and her eyes go wide before she’s off the couch with Bart and coming to hug me.

  “Dr. Diaz, I think we’re done for today.” The doc looks over at us quizzically, but instead of prying like a normal person, she simply nods and heads for the door.

  “Alright, well I’d like for all of you to do some homework for me, since we couldn’t get everyone to open up today.” She looks pointedly at me, but I don’t flinch. I may want to fuck her, but some shit I’m not ready to talk to her about. “I want you all to make a list of things you blame yourself for, no matter how big or small, I want a list to go over next session. As always, if you need to talk you have my number.”