We’re all solemn leaving the counseling session, and we don’t speak until we get to my truck. Before I can get in Bliss wraps her arms around me, hugging me tight. “Pops, if I’d known I wouldn’t have scheduled this appointment. I’m so sorry it slipped my mind with...well with everything, you know.” I pull her into a hug, kissing the top of her head.
“Bliss, it’s alright, you aren’t responsible for this, and you aren’t responsible for me. I’m sorry I fucked up your counseling session, this shit’s been helping you and I fucked it up. I promise next time I’ll be on my best behavior.” She smiles at me; it’s still as bright as sunshine and I live for it, just like I did Isabel’s. Only there is sadness behind her eyes, there’s deep wounds that her sick fucking father put there, and I hate it. I should have killed him years ago when he dropped Bliss off at my club to be a whore, but I let his ass live and he fucking killed her inside. That shit was laid right at my fucking door, it was all my fault she suffered, the least I could fucking do was there for her therapy shit.
Her savior was Bart, I knew that, or I wouldn’t let him near her, son or no son. Either he treated her right, or he had me to deal with. Looking over at them, Bliss has rolled herself into Bart’s body, and he crushed her to his chest.
“Damn Pops, why didn’t you say anything? You know what today does to you; it fucks with your head. Hell, it fucks with mine, I can’t believe I forgot. Damn, I’m a lousy brother.” Watching him run his hand through his hair, I hated seeing him feel guilty over his sister. It was something I tried to eliminate from his shoulders, but he still felt responsible to some degree.
“Both of you stop being so hard on yourselves, shit happens, remember life goes on. She would understand, she knows you can’t live your lives around some memory of her.” Bliss pulled away from Bart with her hands on her hips, pointing her finger at both of us. “Now we are all going to go to Pops’ house, and watch sappy movies for the rest of the day. Do I make myself clear big, bad, bikers?”
It was moments like this we when got the old Bliss back, the one we had before she died inside, there was no way I was saying no to her. The more time she spent in therapy, the more we saw of the old Bliss coming through, that was the only reason I kept going with her, that and the hot as fuck doctor. Shit, I needed to stop thinking about her before my cock decided to make an appearance again. Holding up my hands in surrender, I looked over at Bart who was trying to contain his laughter.
“Alright Miss Bossy Pants, let’s go then, I’ll stop at Red Box so you can pick out some movies. Pops can grab all the snacks, deal beautiful?” She nodded her head before strapping on her helmet to get on the back of his bike, smiling triumphantly.
“Meet you at the house, and please have pity on an old man, nothing too sappy for movies.” I clasp my hands together like I’m praying, tilt my head to the side, and give her my best pleading look before Bart revs up the bike silencing her reply. He gives me a smirk as he pulls out, and I know the fucker is going to get some damn tearjerker just to piss me off.
Beth
The more I find out about a certain biker, the more I want to know. He’s like the fire to my moth, and I can’t seem to pull away. I know he’s bad news, hell my father was the president of a club, I couldn’t go back to that life. The things I’m feeling for him are wrong, his daughter is my client for pity sake, and he’s got issues that he refuses to deal with. He thinks he’s invincible, that he has control over everything in his life, and he’s just fucking wrong.
Sitting here listening to my second client of the day drone on about their mommy issues isn’t even distracting me from thoughts of him in his tight fucking jeans. Damn, no man should look as good as he does at his age; it’s a sin, plain and simple. Grey hair, blue eyes, and a scruffy beard, every woman's wet dream in my office every damn week. It didn’t help that he flirted openly with me, or that he made it very obvious the things he would like to do with my body every chance he got. My body was being a bitch and practically salivating as soon as he walked through the door.
Trying to keep from rubbing my legs together every week while he’s sitting across from me was starting to drive me crazy. If I wasn’t so determined to help his daughter heal from her ordeal with her biological father, I probably wouldn’t have lasted as long as I have staying away from him. My head told me stay the fuck away from him, but like I said, my body was being a bitch and wanted everything he promised.
I wasn’t a sweet butt though, and I sure as hell didn’t want to be his old lady, I got out of that life for a reason. Seeing my mother being passed around my father’s club was sickening, I didn’t want that for me. She thought once she got pregnant with me, my father would claim her as his old lady, but that didn’t happen. Instead, he claimed me, and tossed her to the guys in the club to use as they saw fit. Growing up he treated me like a princess and ignored her. I watched as it slowly killed her inside. I vowed then I wouldn’t stick around to be someone’s pass around, I was going to make something of myself.
I worked hard in school and continued to do so in college, never letting on I wasn’t ever going back home. When I graduated college, the whole club came to watch, but as soon as I finished walking the stage, I disappeared. I ran and never looked back. Sometimes I think about calling home, but I can’t bring myself to do it. It’s been so long he’s probably not even the president anymore; hell for all I know he’s dead.
“Dr. Diaz, are you listening to me?” Blinking up at Cliff, I realize I was lost in thought and not listening to him at all. Not that he ever had anything new to add to our sessions, I think he just liked having someone to rant to more than actually help him sort out his problems. I didn’t mind normally, but my mind was still on the hot biker.
“I’m so sorry Cliff, my mind is wondering today, please forgive me. Why don’t we call this session on me, I have some things on my mind today. Maybe I need to find myself a therapist.” I laugh it off, but I feel horrible for ignoring my patients.
“It’s alright Dr. Diaz; it wasn’t that important anyway, just my cats are fighting again. Maybe you need a vacation or something, you’re always working.” I smile at him as I escort him out of my office.
“You know you could be onto something, I just might take a vacation soon. Thanks for understanding Cliff, and I’ll see you next week.” As I’m opening the door to the office, I notice a black motorcycle sitting across the street. There’s nothing out of the ordinary about it, but something in the back of my head tingles, like a memory that’s just out of reach. I shake it off as I wave goodbye to Cliff.
My next patient isn’t due in for another hour, it’s my lunch hour and I’m starved. Grabbing my purse, I lock up the office and head down the street to the local deli. They make the best hot roast beef sandwiches; my mouth is watering just thinking about them. I glimpse over across the street and the bike from a few minutes ago is gone, but I can’t get the feeling that it reminds me of something out of my head.
After grabbing my lunch, I head back to my office, thinking I’ll get some of my paperwork done before my next client comes in while I eat my lunch. I keep saying I’ll hire a secretary, but I’m too cheap to do it, so I’m stuck with all the insurance paperwork. Walking up to my small office building, that used to be a cell phone store, the first thing I notice is the broken window. The second is the warning written clear as day across the rest of the windows, “WE FOUND YOU”. I can’t move, I know I need to run, and the sooner the better, but I can’t get my feet to move.
Then I get angry, so angry I start to shake from the force of it. I don’t know how they found me, and I don’t give a fuck, but I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going back, and they can go fuck themselves. They weren’t scaring me. I built a life for myself in this town, I had people who depended on me, and there was no way I was letting them get to me. So what, they fucking found me, who the fuck cared, if they wanted a confrontation, I had it right in my holster against my back.
Pulling shit tog
ether, I called the police and within five minutes Bliss’ friend, Holland, showed up. He looked between me and the building, concern etched all over his face.
“Are you alright, Dr. Diaz? Were you inside when this happened?” After I explained how everything happened, he waited for a second cruiser to show up before he went inside to investigate the scene. When he came back out, he looked even more concerned than before. “Do you have any idea who would have done this? They seem to know you, or at least they think they know you. There’s more writing inside along your walls, I’m not sure what it all means, but if you want to come take a look maybe you can figure it out.”
“I honestly have no idea who would do this, but let’s go see if I can make heads or tails of whatever they wrote.” Walking back inside my office I try to keep myself calm, but when I see what’s written I can’t help the small gasp that leaves my mouth. Written in the same black spray paint across my lobby walls is “You belong to him.” Holland looks over at me, but instead of asking me questions, he guides into my office space where there is more written. In the back of my head I’m thinking damn this fucker was quick, I didn’t think I’d been gone that long, then I looked at my third message for the day and I felt like I was going to fall. “Gauley River MC will always own you.” I was holding out hope that it wasn’t me that whoever did this was after, but seeing those words drove it home. They’d found me, and I was fucked.
“Whoa there Doc, here sit down for a minute.” Holland got me a bottle of water, and sat with me until I was able to speak. “I’m going to take it you know who these guys are, but by the hard set jaw you got you're not going to tell me. Look Doc, if you’re afraid we can help, hell if you won’t ask the cops for help, maybe you should ask Pops and Bart for some. They can give you protection from these guys, whoever they are.”
Shaking my head, there’s no way I’m getting any of them into the middle of my mess. “No, it’s probably nothing; I don’t want to get anyone else involved with something that could be nothing. Can I just file a police report so I can call my insurance company for a claim? Please Holland; don’t tell them, they’ve been through too much already.” Sighing, he combs his fingers through his hair before he nods his agreement.
“I’ll keep it to myself, but only if you agree that if things get worse you’ll call someone. If you don’t want to deal with the whole police force, then call me and if you need more help than I can give call them. Whoever this is though, keep yourself protected, please. You’ve been good for Bliss; if she loses you it might set her back. If she loses you and I could have stopped it, she’d skin me alive and smile while doing it, I like my skin Doc.”
“Alright, deal; if I can’t deal with it on my own I’ll call you or them. Thank you Holland.” While the police take pictures and try to get fingerprints, I call all my clients and reschedule appointments, and the repair guy for the window. By the time I make it home it’s after seven, I double check all my doors and windows before grabbing a bottle of wine and hitting the bathtub.
Chapter Two
POPS
After a long night of memories with Bliss and Bart, I felt bad for just leaving the doc’s office the day before without an explanation. As soon as I woke up, I knew I needed to explain, or at least apologize for just walking out. Walking through the garage, I glide my hands over my old Panhead, Isabel’s ribbons still tied to the handlebars. I refused to remove them, even though all the guys in the club gave me shit for weeks after she put them on there. I kept them there so she’d always be there with me.
“I miss you, damn even after all these years it still fucking hurts.” I press my fingers to my lips and then to the ribbons, kissing her goodbye for the day, it’s the same routine I’ve had since she died. Heading towards my newer trike, it didn’t have a lot of bells and whistles, but when I dropped a gear it took off like lightning. I wasn’t planning on a long ride, just to the doc’s office and home, so I figured I’d ride it. Maybe if I reminded her how hot I looked in leather she might give in, I smile thinking that she’ll probably just tell me to take a hike like usual, damn that woman had spunk.
Rolling down the street the first thing I notice when I pull into her parking lot is that her car isn’t there, and the second is that the windows are busted out of her office building. I try to calm my growing concern when I notice a note on the door to the office.
“If you are reading this, chances are I didn’t get ahold of you to reschedule your appointment. Due to the giant hole in the window, I will be postponing sessions until it is fixed, sometime within in the next few days. If you need immediate help, please don’t hesitate to call my emergency number. As soon as I am back up and operational, I will be calling everyone to let them know. Thanks, Dr. Beth Diaz.”
Millions of questions roll in my head, like who did this to her office building, why did they do it, were they still out there, and did they mean her harm. There was no way I was waiting around until she called; I was going straight to her house to find out what the fuck happened. Just as I was walking back to my trike, I notice something written under the boards that were covering the windows; I couldn’t make out all the words, but I did make out “YOU”. Someone clearly targeted her, which made me even antsier to get to her. If she was in trouble, there was no way in hell I was letting her out of my sight, not after what happened to Bliss. I didn’t give a shit if she liked it or not, I was going to make damn sure she was kept safe.
It’s a good thing after our first meeting that I kind of stalked her to her house, ok not kind of, I totally stalked her. I wanted to make sure she was who she claimed to be, sure I could have had one of the boys do it for me, but then I wouldn’t have seen her changing through her bedroom window. Yes, it was pervy, but I didn’t go there with those intentions, it just kind of well happened, not that I was complaining that it did.
Her car is in the driveway when I pull in and cut the trike off, I look around to make sure nothing seems out of place, but it feels like someone is watching me. The hairs on the back of my neck are inching up; I brush it off thinking that maybe she is watching from inside the house. I don’t even make it to her door before it’s yanked open and she’s standing there in nothing but a t-shirt that barely covers her thighs and panties holding a pistol aimed at my chest. I went from ready to bend her over the closest piece furniture to raising my hands quickly.
“What the hell woman, get your ass back in that house and put some clothes on. Someone could see all that lusciousness, and it belongs to me. Beth, Beth do you hear me, honey look at me. Right here, that’s it, look me in the eyes.” She’s been in a trance like state until I call her name, it’s like I woke her from a bad dream. Blinking a few times, she looks at me in shock before she lowered her weapon.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry Castor.” I don’t put my hands down until she looks down at herself, makes a small squeak before running back inside with it in her hands. Damn, she was even hotter when she blushed from head to toe. Fuck, I think my jeans just got even tighter; I needed to reign that shit in so I could get answers from her. I had a feeling she wouldn’t want my help, but I was going to give it regardless. Walking up to the door, I decide to announce I’m coming in before I actually do, in case she still feels the need to shoot me.
“Honey, I’m coming in, don’t shoot the old unarmed man please.” I can hear some rustling around in the back room, but figure giving her some privacy to get dressed might be a good idea. Plopping down on her couch, I take a good look around her space, it’s sparse, nothing too homey feeling. There were no family photos, hell, the only thing on her walls were artwork, and it was cheap artwork at that. She didn’t have any of the little things women generally collect over the years, like knick-knacks or stuffed animals. It made me wonder what or who she was hiding from; because that was the only reason someone didn’t have anything personal in their space. Hearing her come down the hallway, I prepare myself for the fight I’m sure she’s going to give me for trying to help. “So you wann
a tell me who they are, or do you want me to guess?” She stops in her tracks looking at me like a deer in the headlights, but just as soon as it’s there it’s gone and her hackles are up and she’s coming after me.
“You wanna tell me how the hell you know where I live? How about why the fuck are you here?” Shaking my head, I get up from the couch and stalk toward her, damn she would have to put on that pair of skin-tight jeans. Adjusting myself from the ache in my groin, her eyes immediately hone in on my hand, she licks her lips, and I swear to fuck my cock almost bursts out of my jeans.
“Babe, eyes up here before I do exactly what you want me to do and bend you over that couch and fuck you ‘til you can’t walk.” She shakes herself, looking up at me with a go-to-hell look, but I keep moving toward her until I’m in her space. “Who. Are. They. Beth.” She swallows hard looking up into my stern eyes; I refuse to give an inch on this one.
“It’s none of your concern Castor, please just leave.” I can see she’s afraid, and I want to take that shit away right that second.
“It is my concern, what part of you are mine didn’t you understand earlier? Besides, if nothing else, Bliss is attached to you, I can’t have you go missing on her.” I try to smile keeping it light, but she just crosses her arms over her chest.
“Seriously, I don’t belong to anyone. Why can’t men understand that? You know what, not every woman wants to be a pass around. Now if you will climb back on that trike of yours and ride out that would be great.” What the fuck, I’d never share her with the club, why the hell would she think that.
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