Rocket (Hades Abyss MC 2)
Harley Wylde
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Table of Contents
Rocket (Hades Abyss MC 2)
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
Note from Harley
Harley Wylde
Rocket (Hades Abyss MC 2)
Harley Wylde
Violeta -- It’s been a year since I was brought to the US and given to Rocket. I’d thought he was like the others and would only cause me pain. I was wrong. Rocket is the kindest, sweetest man I’ve ever met. I arrived an abused, pregnant teen. Now I’m a more confident woman, and I have Rocket to thank. Falling in love with him was inevitable, but now I need him to see me as a desirable woman and not a girl who needs his protection.
Rocket -- The young girl who came to live with me was more broken than I’d realized. The horrors she faced have made her stronger, but it didn’t happen overnight. It’s hard not to watch her, to want her. I shouldn’t. I’m too damn old for an eighteen-year-old woman. She’s not as fragile, physically and emotionally, but I can’t shut off the protector inside me that wants to shelter her and keep her safe.
When she’s taken, I know that the men responsible will die. I only hope that side of me doesn’t scare my sweet Vi, but nothing will stop me from spilling their blood. I just don’t know if we can end the war before it starts, or if this will only be the beginning. I’ll keep her safe, no matter the cost, because she’s mine whether she knows it or not.
Prologue
Violeta
My hands trembled and my stomach felt like it was flipping and knotting up all at the same time. It was no secret my father didn’t love me, but I’d never dreamed he’d ship me off to a new country. Even though my sisters had been given away as well, our middle sister, Sofia, wouldn’t be with us. She’d been given to a different group of men, and I worried what would happen to her. Our life had been far from easy, but at least we’d always had each other.
I fought not to look at Luciana as I descended the steps of the jet. She couldn’t protect me, never could. But as the eldest, she’d always done her best to watch over us, and we’d looked up to her. Nothing could save us from our father or his men, but since we’d lost our mother when we were younger, it had made us all closer. I could hear her coming down the steps of the plane and I hastened closer to the group of men who would now decide my fate.
“You’re going to stay with Rocket,” an older man said. The writing on his black leather vest said Spider -- President Hades Abyss MC. I’d heard that Luciana was to go with this man, and I hoped he’d be kind to her, but there was a resentment in his eyes that didn’t bode well for any of us.
My heart hammered in my chest as a tall, blond man lumbered toward me. It took every bit of strength I had not to turn around and run. As his hand closed over my arm, I took a breath to steady my nerves. I could do this. It was just like all the other times. Being in a different country didn’t matter. Though his grip was firm, it wasn’t overly tight and he wasn’t hurting me. Already that was progress over the men I’d known in my past.
“I’ll be good to you,” I said softly.
The blond man looked confused a moment, shared a look with the man called Spider, then gave my arm a slight tug. I followed him to a motorcycle that was all black and chrome. I didn’t know anything about them, nor did I know how to sit on one. He huffed, sounding exasperated, then lifted me and settled me on the seat. His hands pressed against my waist sent a strange feeling through me and my gaze jerked to his face, but he seemed oblivious to whatever I’d just felt.
Rocket climbed on in front of me and when I didn’t move, he gave a soft growl before reaching back and gripping my hands, then placed them on the leather of his vest. I let my hands settle there, lightly, not really understanding.
“Hold on or you’ll fall off.”
I held him loosely, scared that I would offend him and earn myself a punishment right away, but as the bike rumbled to life and shot forward, I squealed and tightened my grip, fisting the material. The wind whipped through my hair, and the bike vibrated under me. Had I not been terrified about what awaited me, I might have enjoyed the ride. There was a certain freedom to being on the back of his bike. By the time Rocket slowed the machine, I found myself wishing we could keep riding.
I didn’t know where we were going, didn’t really understand what was happening. I only knew the man called Casper VanHorne had brokered some sort of deal between my father and the bikers, and I’d only gleaned that from what little I’d heard discussed between the two men. My father had told us to do as we were told and not anger the men. Each of us knew exactly what that meant. We were to be his perfect little whores or suffer the consequences. A numbness filled me and I knew that I would never escape my fate.
A large gate slid open and Rocket pulled through, taking the bike down the road past homes. I wondered if it was similar to the compound my father had, just a more rustic version. In Colombia, we were protected by high brick walls and lots of armed guards. My father’s home was a mansion, easily big enough to house several families. Here I just saw miles of chain-link fencing with that sharp wire on top of it and modest homes.
Rocket came to a stop in the carport next to a small house. It was cute, and under other circumstances, I might have been enchanted by it. Instead, I knew what waited inside for me. The same abuse I’d suffered for years. I got off the bike, my legs unsteady, and I wobbled a moment. Rocket shut off the machine before standing. He gave a slight nod of his head for me to follow him. I tried to calm the rioting swarm of angry wasps in my stomach as I stepped through the front door of my new home.
I didn’t know how long I’d remain with Rocket. I’d seen quite a few bikes at the airstrip, and there were even more homes here. How long before he passed me to someone else? My father had made sure I understood none of these men h
ad women in their lives. It was up to me and Luciana to keep them satisfied, no matter what they wanted from us.
The door shutting made me feel as if I were being sealed in a tomb. My fingers trembled as I worked the buttons on my top and then shrugged it off. The atmosphere seemed to change, and I looked over my shoulder to see Rocket frozen in place, his eyes comically wide.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’ll be good,” I said, shoving my shorts down my legs. “I know my place.”
“What? I…”
I reached for the clasp on my bra and as the scrap of cotton fell to the floor, Rocket made a strange noise and bolted from the room. I blinked and stared, not sure what had just happened. I finished undressing and went after him, thinking that maybe I’d messed up and I was supposed to wait until we were in a different room. The door at the end of the hall was closed and when I tried to turn the knob, it wouldn’t budge.
“Did I do it wrong? Was I supposed to wait until we were somewhere else?” I asked through the door.
Panic started to well inside me. I’d already messed up. I’d upset him, and now I’d have to pay. A whimper escaped my lips as I sank to the floor, wrapping my arms around my legs. I rocked back and forth, terrified over what I’d be forced to endure to make amends. White noise filled my ears and my vision tunneled until all I could see were scenes from my past. My father’s men and the things they’d done to me.
Hands gripped my arms and I screamed, but I’d learned the hard way not to fight. I hung limp, unseeing, and lost in the past. Words were murmured in my ear, but I couldn’t make sense of them. My back landed against cool sheets, and then a blanket was drawn over me. A large hand smoothed my hair from my face and I blinked rapidly.
The past faded and I saw Rocket leaning over me, concern etched on his features. “Easy, Violeta. No one will hurt you.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I couldn’t stop the words, repeating them over and over, hoping he’d forgive this one transgression.
Rocket backed away and then left the room. I waited, wondering if he would bring something back, one of those prods my father’s men used to shock me, or something worse. Instead, he set my clothes on the dresser and stepped into the hall. He pointed at the door and the doorframe.
“This is your space. Yours and only yours. No one is permitted in this room without your permission, including me,” he said. “You’re safe, Violeta.”
Safe? There was no such thing as safe. I was certain he was playing a trick on me, lulling me into a false sense of security so that it would be more traumatic when he showed his true colors. I wouldn’t be fooled. Not again.
Rocket stared at me a moment before muttering a curse and stomping off down the hall. I heard the front door open and slam shut, my body tense and waiting for whatever would come next. I waited for what felt like forever, but he didn’t return. Eventually, I curled onto my side and let the tears fall. I hadn’t cried in so long. Tears had never solved anything. My chest ached and my throat hurt by the time I’d shed my last tear. I didn’t know what to make of this strange new life, or the man I now belonged to. Nothing made sense anymore.
Whatever I’d done to upset him, I’d fix it. I had to. It was no longer just me that I had to worry about. I placed a hand over my belly.
“I’ll keep you safe,” I promised the child growing there. I only hoped I wasn’t lying to the both of us.
Chapter One
Violeta
Six Months Later
I peered out the front blinds and couldn’t contain my sigh. Rocket was outside washing his bike. Shirtless. It hadn’t taken me very long to get over my fear of him. The man had been nothing but kind to me, gentle even, as if he were afraid I’d break. No one had ever treated me better, not a male someone anyway. Even Luciana’s husband had frightened me at first. Then I’d seen the way he looked at her, knew that he cared for her, and I’d realized that there were decent men in the world. Spider was one, and so was Rocket. It had taken some time to feel the same about the rest of the Hades Abyss crew, but I now understood that I was completely safe here. None of them would hurt me, or my sister. For the first time in our lives, we were protected.
Once my fear had subsided, the little things Rocket did to take care of me had started to make me feel something. At first, I’d thought maybe I saw him as a friend or older brother, but that hadn’t felt right. It wasn’t until my sister had given me a knowing look that I’d realized I was falling in love with him. Not that it did me any good. I was seventeen, a child in his eyes. For a little while longer at any rate. I would be eighteen soon, but I didn’t know if that would matter. Just because I felt something for him didn’t mean he felt the same about me. He never did anything inappropriate or said anything he shouldn’t. He was nice, but not in a flirty type of way.
I’d thought I’d heard him in his room one night, my name on his lips and the unmistakable sound of a man jerking off. The next morning, he wouldn’t look me in the eye and I’d wondered if he’d been thinking of me while pleasuring himself. To some it might have seemed wrong, but after everything I’d been through, I didn’t view life the way most people would. Despite my age, I hadn’t been a child in a long while, and back home my father could have easily married me off to someone by now. After the initial awkwardness with Rocket that morning, things had returned to normal between us, which meant he was treating me like a child in need of protection and not a woman. It aggravated me, more than just a little.
“Just a few weeks,” Luciana said from where she sat on the sofa.
“What?”
“You’re almost eighteen.”
I shrugged a shoulder. Rocket was protective, but it didn’t go further than that. I didn’t think it ever would. He’d already seen me naked that first day. Maybe I wasn’t his type. Just because I’d heard him doing that and saying my name didn’t mean much. Men had needs, and I was the woman he saw day in and day out. It was likely that and nothing more. I’d always thought men didn’t really have a type, that any woman would do, but then I’d never met someone like him before. He’d not once brought a woman home. It didn’t mean he wasn’t seeing someone the times he wasn’t at the house, but I tried not to think about that.
“He cares about you,” she insisted.
“I know he does, but he doesn’t love me. Not the way a man loves a woman.” At least, it didn’t seem like he did. There were times I thought I caught a certain look in his eyes, but it was gone so fast I’d convinced myself I was imagining things. Wishful thinking on my part.
“I know you think he doesn’t see you that way, but you’re wrong.”
I turned to give her my full attention. “Why? Why am I wrong, Luciana? He barely touches me, and while he’s always polite and attentive, it’s not in a romantic way. He takes care of me, much like he would a sister or friend.”
“He hasn’t been with a woman since you came to live with him.” She winked. “Spider confided that little tidbit. He thinks Rocket is biding his time and that he’ll claim you once you’re legal.”
Could it be true? Hope started to rise inside me, but I squashed it quickly. There was no point in wishing for something that would possibly never happen.
“No, he won’t,” I said stubbornly. I’d learned long ago that hoping for things only led to heartache and pain. I wouldn’t be tricked down that path again. “Things will remain just as they are now. He’ll watch movies with me, make sure I’m fed and protected, and he’ll retire to his room at the end of the night. Alone.”
And how did I know that? Because after my fear had eased and I’d started to see Rocket in a different light, I’d done my best to get his attention in a non-platonic way. Casual touches, leaning into him, attempting to flirt. All any of it seemed to do was push him further away and put more distance between us. I’d stopped trying after a few weeks. Now I just admired him when he wasn’t watching. Like now.
“Maybe he thinks you aren’t ready. We all went thro
ugh something traumatic, Violeta. Spider knows Rocket really well. If he thinks the man is interested in you, then he likely is. Just give it some time.”
I placed a hand against my belly. My very flat, no longer pregnant belly. I’d lost my child shortly after coming to live with Rocket. Part of me had been relieved, even though that was a horrible thing to think. I’d worried that a daughter would be stuck living a nightmare and that my son would be raised to become a monster. Even after knowing the Hades Abyss men would never let that happen, it hadn’t eased my fears. Human trafficking was a real thing. I’d seen the proof with my own eyes. Just one time of a kid being out of a parent’s sight, or even an adult caught unawares, was all the monsters needed.
“We can’t change our past,” I told her. “I can understand why a man wouldn’t want me. I’m damaged. I don’t have as many scars on the outside as you, but it doesn’t change the fact I was a whore for those men. They used me, did whatever they wanted. What kind of man would ever want to have me in their life?”
Her gaze darted away before coming back to me, but it was enough for me to stiffen. We weren’t alone.
“Luciana, could you excuse us, please?” Rocket asked. There was a tense undertone to his voice that told me this wouldn’t be a pleasant conversation.
I braced myself, turning to face him. He was still shirtless. Still beautiful. And really damn pissed if the tightness of his jaw and darkness of his eyes was any indication. He didn’t like it when I said something bad about myself, even if it was the truth.
My sister got up and walked out of the house, leaving me alone with Rocket. He ran a hand through his hair and looked off for a moment. I took the time to appreciate the hard muscles and overall beauty of the man. His beard had gone a bit wild, but I didn’t mind. I’d never been attracted to anyone except him. It hardly seemed fair. I knew he was older than me, by quite a bit, but I didn’t care. What did age matter? Luciana and Spider were happy together, and he was old enough to be her grandfather. Love didn’t pay attention to things like age, race, or anything else. The heart wanted what it wanted.
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