Pops

by Screaming Mimi

  “No can do, I saw the office. Who did that? Damn it Beth, talk to me, I can help. Hell the club can help protect you if you need that.” Stomping over to the door, she flung it open and pointed outside glaring at me. “Fine, you win this round, but I will find out what the fuck is going on. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

  Reaching for her, I pull her toward me; she stiffens, but looks up into my eyes. Fuck, she’s beautiful; I dip my lips to hers only planning a little sampling of the decadence. Once our lips touch though it’s like a lightning bolt straight down my body, I deepen the kiss letting our tongues dance together in a dance as old as time. Damn, the things she is doing with her tongue I can’t help but think about what it would do with my cock in her mouth. Pulling away, we’re both out of breath. “I could never share you, that right there is only for me, and make no mistake about it I will keep you safe.” Before she can protest, again, I walk out the door to my trike and ride away.

  Beth

  Sagging against the door, I slide down to the floor in a heap. How can one man infuriate me and turn me to putty in his hand all in one visit? I’d almost shot the man. When I heard the bike pulling into my driveway my first thought was, my father's goon had found me. Grabbing my gun off the nightstand I didn’t even bother looking out the window, I was prepared to shoot whoever it was that he sent after me. It took my sleep-addled brain a minute to catch up to the fact that it was Castor, not my father’s man. Then the reminder of the fact that he’d seen me in little to nothing, made me groan. When he asked who it was that was after me, for a millisecond, I thought about telling him the truth. It would be nice to have someone in my corner, but I held back. I was so fucked; I knew Castor would never give up. Once that man had a bone, he gnawed on it ‘til it was dust.

  Somehow, I needed a way to keep him, Bliss, and his club safe from my dad’s shit. I could just go back to them, marry the guy my father wanted me too, pop out a dozen kids, and watch him fuck every sweet butt in the clubhouse. Yeah that wasn’t even close to an option, but talking to my dad might be. I’d just need to word things the right way, and maybe he would get his goon off my back.

  It was worth a shot, even if the thought of it made my stomach turn just thinking about it. I briefly think about telling Castor what’s going on, maybe he could help me, but no I don’t want him or his club in any danger. There’s no way I could live with myself if one of his club members were hurt or killed trying to keep me safe from my own family.

  Steeling myself, I sit down to make the call that I know will change everything, I eyeball the whiskey sitting on the table, and wonder if this conversation won’t be easier with alcohol. Instead of grabbing for the bottle, I gather my courage and pull out my phone. I have this idea in my head that the number changed so I won’t have to talk to him, but as soon as it starts ringing I know my luck as ran out.

  “Hello, hello, is someone there?” His voice brings back so many memories; most of them not so good ones, but there are still a few that bring a smile to my face. The first time he took me for a ride on his bike, the time he read me a story, granted it was a penthouse forum story, but he read it to me nonetheless. He was a horrible father, and a worse, hell I didn’t even know what my mom considered him. I knew she always yearned to be his old lady; all he did was ridicule her for it. “Someone better fucking answer me or so help me God I’ll reach through this phone and beat you to death with it.” Yep. That was the man I knew, and I felt my stomach drop a little.

  “Hello.” That’s all I can muster, before the bile starts to inch its way up my throat. I feel like I’m gonna be sick, but I pull my shit together, because I have to deal with his sorry ass. “Hello asshole, mind telling me why you sent your goon to my office?” Short, sweet, and to the point.

  “Hey, Lizzie I was wondering when you’d call me. Long time, no talk sweetheart, you ready to come home yet. Vinnie is ready to settle down, you have responsibilities young lady, and the club owns your ass. I’ve let you have your little adventure, now get your ass home.” I hate being called Lizzie, my full name is Elizabeth, but I prefer Beth. He knows how much I hate Lizzie, I want to reach through the phone and rip his face off. It makes me shiver in repulsion at the very idea of marrying Vinnie, his second in command, and he’s into pain, not the good kind either. I’d seen enough of the sweet butts leaving his room with bruises to know, not to mention the stories they would tell me. No thank you, I’d pass on Vinnie and his marriage.

  “I’m not coming back; you have to see that. I don’t belong to you or Vinnie. How could you even think to give me to him? You know how he is. I’ve started a good life for myself; just leave me alone, please.” I hear him chuckle into the phone, my temper is rising as he continues to laugh at my expense.

  “Oh cupcake, you’ve been mine since the day I fucked your momma, you belong to this club, just like she does.” I grind my teeth so hard I’m afraid I’ll break them from the pressure. How had I come from this man?

  “You’re a bastard, you know that. I’m not coming back, tell your goon to back the fuck off or I’ll put a bullet in his skull. He leaves town immediately, do you understand me, Michael.” I refuse to call him Dad; frankly he’s lucky I called him by his name.

  “That’s no way to talk to your father Lizzie. I’d hate to have to come down there and get you myself, things could get messy for your friends, and you wouldn’t want that, would you.” That was the second time he’d threatened my friends, but what friends he could be talking about I didn’t know, unless. Fuck, I was so careful, never socializing with anyone, I kept people at bay so they didn’t get tangled in my shit. That meant Michael’s goon had followed Castor from my office, he knew about Castor, which meant he’d know about Bliss. There was no way I was putting her in danger again, that girl had been through enough to last her a lifetime. He had me, as much as I hated to admit it, he had me. I was willing to try one last-ditch effort before I gave in though.

  “Why? Just tell me why, because he can’t want me, he could have any of the club whores anytime he wanted. I’m nothing, I’m nobody special, why the fuck me!” I’m screaming into the phone by the time I’m finished, desperate to know exactly why the fuck I’m so damn important.

  “That, Doll-face, is none of your damn business, just know you better be back here by this weekend, or your friends will get a visit from us. Do I make myself clear?” I sigh in exasperation, he’ll never tell me the real reason, but there has to be more to the situation than what I can see in front of my face.

  “I don’t have any friends here, just patients and they have nothing to do with this.” He’s back to chuckling, hell maybe I should have been a damn comedian at the rate he’s laughing at me. It makes me want to rip his head off and shit down the hole it leaves.

  “Don’t lie to me Lizzie; the apple doesn’t fall from the tree, now does it. We’re not good enough for you, but the Hades Rejects, are? The president no less, you’ve really raised yourself up there honey, traded one club in for another. I should just kill them all and come take you home, but I’m feeling generous. Come home and I’ll leave them alone, don’t and well I can’t be responsible for my actions if you disobey me.” Cornered, he’s got me fucking cornered, there’s no way I’ll let him or his assholes near Castor and his family. Bliss has been through enough; I’d do anything to keep her safe from more pain. Besides he just said I had to come home, he didn’t say I had to stay, as soon as those vows were said I was out of there. I couldn’t come back here, but I could find some place new to hide. It had taken them five years to find me this time, I was pretty sure I could go somewhere even harder to find next time.

  “Fine, I’ll come home, but you can’t make me marry Vinnie. Find someone else, he’s...well he’s cruel even by your standards to women. Do you want me dead before I pop out kids?” I gather my courage, and steel myself for his response.

  “You don’t get to make demands at me little girl, I don’t care how grown you are. Get your ass here.” Bef
ore I can respond, he’s hanging up. I collapsed on the couch in a heap of mush, and let the tears wash down my face. I give the idea of running a brief thought, but I know he’ll hold to his word. He’ll come after me, and take the Rejects with him. There’s no way I could live with myself with that kind of guilt hanging over me.

  What if I told Castor, could he help me? No, I couldn’t let him be the hero, he was a fucking biker. Not just any biker, but the damn president of the club; he was no better than my father. Except that was a lie, even though Castor wasn’t exactly a boy scout, he wasn’t just like Michael either. Castor cared for the members of his club, he cared for his son, his daughter, and even for Bliss. Hell, the man had to have taken some shit for coming to therapy for her, but he did it because he cared. I still couldn’t tell him, we were nothing to each other, merely patient and doctor.

  Ok maybe I had a thing for the old man, I mean hell, he was hot. I don’t care if he was fifty, he made me drool. It didn’t matter what I thought though, the man was fifty, there was no way he’d be interested in someone close to fifteen years his junior. Even if he were, it would only be to make her a club whore, which was something I definitely was not wanting. Sure, he flirted, but he probably flirted with the little old lady down at the dry cleaners too, he was a man after all. Still there was nothing between us, we weren’t besties, we weren’t lovers, and we sure as hell weren’t friends. So why did it feel like I was doing the wrong thing by not telling him anything?

  Pops

  I wasn’t moving from the spot down the road from her house, something was up, and I was going to find out what it was. Picking up my phone I called the one guy that might know more about what was going on than I did.

  “I figured I’d be hearing from you sometime soon, just didn’t expect it today. You know it’s my day off right?” Holland didn’t sound pleased I’d woken him up, but this shit was more important than his damn beauty sleep.

  “You should have been the one calling me, not the other way around. Something like this happens to someone affiliated with the club we know about it.” I sounded harsh even to my ears, but damn it, I should have known about this sooner.

  “Look, I’m not in your club, remember, my dad is. Besides, she asked me not to tell you, even though I told her that was a bad idea. I’m gonna take it she didn’t tell you anything since you are calling me.” Damn the little shit was right, I had no real control over him, even though he helped clean things up after everything with Bliss, he wasn’t a member of the club. His job with the police department kept him from being able to be a member, but he was still considered family.

  “You would be right. Is there anything you can tell me? I want to help her, but I need more details to do so. I’m worried she’s gotten herself in over her head with someone.” I can hear someone whispering to him on the other end, but he cuts whoever it is off, resulting in a door slamming in the background. Shaking it off thinking it was probably one of his sisters being pissed off at him, I wait for him to answer me.

  “The office was broken into by some guys who call themselves The Gauley River MC from what little I’ve been able to gather they are pretty big in their little neck of the woods up in West Virginia. They have laid claim to her, I don’t know why yet, and she swore she didn’t know who they were, but I’m pretty sure she was lying. Has she told you anything?” Fuck, I knew she had family involved in the life, and it sounded like they wanted her back. Well fuck that, she is mine, there is no way I am letting them have her back.

  “No, she hasn’t told me shit, she’s shut me out. I don’t give a fuck who they are though, they aren’t getting her. I need to know as much as I can about these assholes. It’s obvious one of them is in our town, it’s time to do some sniffing around I guess. Thanks Holland, if you hear anything else let me know. Oh and tell your sisters they need to come to the bar-b-que next month, I haven’t seen them in ages.”

  “Well when I see them I’ll let them know, they are really busy in college, and even I hardly get to see them these days. If I find out anything else, I’ll give you a holler.” I hang up thinking, if it wasn’t his sisters I heard in the background...oh what the hell did I care if he had some chick sleeping over, he was a grown ass man. I wasn’t going to mention it to Bliss though; she’d be over there in a Mississippi minute hounding him to find out who it was.

  I keep looking down the road at her driveway, contemplating what to do next. No way am I leaving her alone, she needs someone to keep her safe, and I nominated myself for the job. Needing the fucker who broke into her office found, I phone Matt, and he doesn’t seem thrilled with being woke up in the morning either. What the fuck is wrong with these boys, in my day you got up with the damn rooster, not this sleeping in ‘til noon bullshit.

  “What the fuck Pops? I worked all night at the bar, my bartender got sick. This better be real fucking important to wake my ass up this early.” He’s whisper-yelling at me through the phone.

  “First off, be glad I don’t come kick your ass for being so disrespectful, second I need some help with something. I need you to find someone for me; you think you can do that.” I don’t pull rank often, but I will if I have to in this case.

  “Yeah, let me go in the other room though, Jesse is sleeping, I don’t want to wake her.” What the hell, Jesse was Bliss’ friend from college, Bliss’ quiet, shy, afraid of men friend, and she was sleeping in Matt’s bed. Oh Bliss would have his head on a fucking pike for that shit, hell I might just help her if he doesn’t treat her right. It’s clear that girl went through some shit with her parents and men; I didn’t want her getting hurt by one of my guys on top of that shit. “Before you ask, nothing happened; she just likes to sleep here sometimes. Mostly when Bliss stays with Bart, she doesn’t like to be alone in the house, she feels safe here. Now who is it I need to find and why.”

  “Good to know, that girl doesn’t need you messing around with her, she’s too good for your games.” He growls into the phone annoyed, yeah it’s a dick thing to say to him, but that girl needed to not get involved with anyone in the club, especially not the man-whore of the year, Matt.

  “I’m not playing games with her old man, not that it’s any of your fucking business. I know she’s too good for me, ok. Just tell me what the fuck you need me to do.” The kid is right; it’s none of my business, but if Bliss finds out she’ll have his balls for breakfast, I’m just trying to help him keep his balls where they are. I don’t mention Jesse again, instead I stick to the issue at hand, giving him everything Holland gave me and hope for the best. “I’ll get on it right away, later.” Hanging up, I decide to ignore Beth’s dismissal and head back to her house, she can be as pissed off as she wants to be, I don’t give a shit as long as she’s safe. Hell, she can even shoot me if it will make it easier for her to deal with, I’ll just ask her to make sure it’s just a flesh wound.

  Honestly, I should take my own advice and leave her alone. I’m much too old for her, but there is something about her that calls to me. When I’m with her my whole body is in a state of calm, something I haven’t felt in too many years to count. I know I’m not good enough for her, she’s a damn doctor for fucks sake, she shouldn’t even be near my club. I’ve tried to ignore the pull, I even tried fucking some twenty-year-old piece of ass, Mindy, at the clubhouse. The whole time I kept thinking about Beth, so I quickly got her off and sent her on her way, confused but satisfied. Dr. Beth Diaz was in my system, and I was pretty sure the only way to get her out of my system was to fuck her hard, and for several hours, in every position I could think of. Now to convince her to let me do just that, or at least let me protect her from the assholes coming for her.

  Chapter Three

  BETH

  Pacing back and forth in the house, I hear the rumble of a bike as it rolls down my drive. Grabbing my gun, I look out the window, when I see whom it is I let out a stream of curses. If they stick, Castor won’t ever be able to get it up ever again. Opening my front door, I stare him dow
n, he needs to get the fuck out of here, I need to make sure he leaves and never comes back. So why am I hoping he won’t listen to me, that he’ll get off that bike of his and show me who’s the real boss. Steeling my backbone, I know what I need to do; the question is will my pussy let me do it before it takes over.

  He cuts his engine, slowly taking off his half helmet, staring me down. He straddles his bike wearing just his vest with a black tight fitting t-shirt and jeans that were molded to his fucking body. How can a man be his age and still look so fucking good in jeans and a tight tee? My girlie bits are humming in appreciation, like they always do when he’s around. I’m so fucked.

  “What do you want Castor? Didn’t we already do this dance? What are you doing?” He’s stalking towards me; his eyes say he’s not taking no for an answer this time when it comes to helping me. I back into the house, never taking my eyes off his well-formed thighs and crotch, holy mother of God he’s packing in all the right places. “Don’t think about his cock. Don’t think about his cock.” Fuck me I’m thinking about his cock, and how long it looks in his tight jeans. My mind wanders to the “If that’s what it looks like soft...oh fuck, I think I just flooded my panties.”

  “See something you like doc?” He smirks at me, he caught me ogling his goodies, damn it. I try to pull myself together giving him my coolest demeanor, but I’m pretty sure he sees right through it.

  “Nope, I’m good thanks. Now answer the question.” I tap my foot, and fold my arms across my chest, mainly to keep from touching him, but hopefully he believed I was pissed.

  “Doc, look I’m helping you, whether you want me to or not, it’s that simple. So either you help me help you, or I put you over my knee and spank you ‘til you do. The choice is yours, but I’m hoping you pick option two, you look like you might like a good spanking.” I’m at a loss for words, all I can think of is him bending me over and swatting my ass, lord help me. I might need new panties after this visit.