Hades Hellraisers | 18+

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Black Sabbath played on the stereo as Bucky and I worked on various bikes.

Buck and I had always worked well together, we didn't need to talk to fill the silence, we just worked, and cracked jokes every once in a while, and when we were done with the day, neither of us were sick of each other. Sometimes if he and Sloane were having relationship issues, I would sit and listen, and try to give some advice, but for the most part, we worked in silence.

This was what happened when Clint crashed through our door and nearly sent a table over.

"What the fuck?" Bucky bellowed, quickly jumping over a bike to catch the table as it was sent crashing to the floor and I just stared at Clint, a raised eyebrow being a silent command. In all my years of knowing Clint, he had always been quiet and in control of his emotions, I rarely saw him panic, and not ever at the level that he was now.

"It's Aspen," Clint breathed out, and Bucky placed a hand on his shoulder to keep him steady, "Some guy is in there, said they needed to talk, she looked terrified."

I threw the wrench I was holding on the tool table, the loud crashing nearly silent in the roaring of my brain. Aspen was all I could think about, getting to her, making sure she was safe, crushing the bastard who thought he could scare her. I hardly heard Bucky yelling after me when I took off towards the bar, covering the distance quickly, and when I pushed in the door everyone went silent, looking at me with wide eyes.

I scanned the room, finally finding Aspen.

She was tucked in the corner, her hands over her ears as she curled into a ball on the floor, her back pressed against the cheap wood paneling. A man towered over her, talking to her though from the fear written across her face, I could tell who the man was without seeing his face. This was her ex-fiance, the very man she was running from when I found her running for her life. And I'd be damned if she ever, ever, thought that I would allow him to walk into this bar and treat her like shit.

So, I stalked across the bar, my club members parting as I reached the jackass yelling at her. I saw red, grabbed his shoulder, and threw him back, hearing a yelp as he crashed into a table behind me. Aspen's eyes were shut tightly, her body shaking while her hands rested over her ears, and I gently reached for her, touching her hand, and frowned when she flinched so violently she cried out at her hand hitting the wall. "Hey," I whispered, finally catching those massive hazel eyes, that were now rimmed red and full of tears, "It's me princess, you're okay."

Aspen crawled onto my lap, hiding her face in my chest as heartbreaking sobs left her mouth. I looked over my shoulder to see her douche of an ex-fiance watching me and as much as I wanted to get up and beat him, Aspen was my priority, so I smoothed down the hair on the back of her head, letting her cry into my chest. She didn't seem to care that I was dirty, or that she was getting oil smeared on her face, she just held onto me like I was her lifeline, her only stability in a roaring sea. I buried my mouth in the top of her head, kissing her crown a few times before I rubbed her back, being the safety net she so desperately needed from me.

When Aspen finally got air into her lungs, she started to settle against me, sniffles leaving her nose as she calmed herself down. She wasn't kidding when she said her family was insane, sending her ex-fiance out to find her, just to make her cry so violently she was shaking in my arms. "I have you princess," I whispered against her head, watching her fingers clench my white shirt tightly, "I won't let him hurt you."

Aspen nodded, wiping her eyes gently before she laid her head against my beating heart.

The bar was deathly silent, the radio had been turned off, and club members were scattered across the room, blocking every exit so that this asshole couldn't leave until I had my way with him. But right now, Aspen was everything. She was the blood rushing in my veins, the beat of my heart, the fear and the love, and everything in between. And nothing mattered other than the beauty in my arms. I don't know how long we sat on my dirty bar floor, but I made no motion to move until she blinked up at me, with those gorgeous hazel eyes that were rimmed red. "There's my pretty girl," I smiled at her, tracing her cheekbone with my knuckles. "Are you okay now?"

"Yes," she sniffled, wiping her eyes again, "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me," I whispered, my hand sliding down the back of her head and smoothing out her hair. Aspen trembled in my arms again and it took everything in me to stay calm for her, and not get up to slam Jackson into the nearest wall. She let out a shuttered breath but her breathing settled, and her sniffles started to subside. When I knew she was secure enough in her thoughts, I pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

I sat on the sticky floor, her plush ass pressed against my hips as I cradled her. Fuck her family for this; it became personal because now she was mine completely. Whether she agreed to it or not, she was mine to fucking protect. Her ex-fiance watched us closely, Bucky and Sam holding him between them as he trembled. Which he fucking shoulder, because he thought he could march his pretty boy ass into my bar and mess with my woman.

Aspen finally settled against me, her tears drying as the music started to thump again, not loud enough to make the floor vibrate. I stroked Aspen's white blonde hair, watching Jackson with a look that I knew promised death. It was minutes before I looked down at Aspen, kissing her forehead softly. "Can you go sit on the counter for me baby?"

Aspen nodded, and I used my hands on her hips to help her up, standing up right after her. The sea of men parted for us as I followed her to the counter and lifted her onto the linoleum, standing between her parted thighs to be able to hold her pretty hazel gaze. They were more gold than green today. "You're safe, baby," I promised her, rubbing her thigh gently. "No one is going to take you from here, not unless you want to leave. You're under my protection. And anyone who alerted him will be dealt with immediately," She nodded, wiping her eyes and I shrugged off my cut, wrapping it around her shoulders. "Stay on the counter for me."

I walked across the bar after kissing her nose gently, anger radiating off me in powerful waves. Jackson pissed himself, the front of his pressed pants darkening as I approached, stopping just centimeters in front of him. "Who sent you?"

He floundered like a fish looking for words, shaking.

I grabbed the front of his dress shirt, shoving him back against the wall so hard the framed posters rattled. "Who the fuck sent you." It was no longer a question, no, it became a demand when the coward refused to speak the first time.

"Mr. Thatcher."

I ran my tongue over my teeth, lifting him off the ground against the wall. "How the fuck did he know she was here?"

"Some woman named Sharon told him!"

I sucked a harsh breath between my teeth. I had tried to be reasonable with her. Let her leave. And here she is, deciding that fucking with the only woman I've ever felt something for was a good idea. "Thank you," I set him back on his feet, smoothing his collar as he shook in front of me, fear written clearly across his face.

"You're going to let me go?"

"Of course," I smiled, stepping back, only to slam my fist into his face so hard his nose crunched and he doubled over. "That was for showing up on my property uninvited," I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, pulling his head back only to slam him face first into the table, a pained yell leaving his pretty fucking face, "That was for blindly listening to a man who thinks he can control his daughter," I continued, pulling his head back once more to slam his face into the counter beside Aspen, her eyes wide as she looked at me. "And that is for walking into my bar and making my woman cry."

I threw him onto the ground, spitting on him before leaning back against the counter between Aspen's legs, looking at the bleeding bastard on my floor. With the tip of my boot, I rolled him over so he was forced to look up at me. "You're going to get your pathetic ass up and walk out of my bar, if I see you on my property, if I see you disrespecting my girl again, you won't be alive to tell the tale. I don't give a fuck about your laws, now get out."

Jackson stumbled up, holding his broken nose as he looked at Aspen, and I stood up straighter, cutting his view off completely. "Get the fuck out of here."

Bucky grabbed the back of Jackson's shirt, dragging him to the front door as I turned to face Aspen, holding her hips and rubbing small circles into her skin. "You're safe baby, I promise."

"They'll try to destroy you."

"Baby, I don't give a fuck. They touched you, they started this war." I murmured as I kissed her.

And I knew with this all-consuming kiss I'd walk into the depths of Tartarus and never look back if it meant she was with me. 

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