You Break Me (The Prospect Series Book 2)

by Glenna Maynard

  He shakes his head at me. “Man, it’s your dick funeral. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” He pats my shoulder and takes off, grabbing one of the other bitches in the room.

  Susan notices me watching her and approaches me. “So, you’re the prospect hoping to earn his cut and the mark of the Jacks Devils.” She smirks and licks her red stained lips.

  “That’s right and you’re the biker brat who’s about to suck my dick.”

  She laughs. “You’re on, Prospect. But not here. Take me to your place. I won’t be fucked in one of the back rooms like a common clubwhore.”

  I shrug. “Whatever. Don’t make a difference to me. Let’s roll out.”

  Outside of the clubhouse, I start up my bike and Susan climbs on behind me, wrapping her arms around me tight. I don’t have a bitch seat she she’s riding the fucking fender. I go slow just to be an asshole. Susan is a spoilt princess and I can’t wait to fucking dirty her up.

  We get to my place and she bitches about the place being a dump. I ignore her and whip my dick out. “Shut up and suck my dick.”

  She huffs but the only lip she gives is wrapping her mouth around my cock and deepthroating me like a fucking porno star. Prissy cunt doesn’t even gag when I hit the back of her throat. She’s not as pretty as Tricky’s bitch but she’ll serve fine as a stand in until I figure out a way to get Nikki in my bed. There’s no way Happy will let Susan date a prospect so I’m not worried about her acting like a clinger.

  I pull out of her mouth and bend her over the back of my couch. Her pussy is slick and ready for a pounding and I have plenty of frustration to fuck out. I pull a condom out and slide it on and she whines about it not feeling as good.

  “You can trust me. I’m on the shot.”

  I prefer to wrap it up but say fuck it.

  I only have one life to live.

  Bareback fucking it is.

  I slide into her from behind and wrap a hand around the back of her neck. My thumb presses into the indentation of her throat. She gasps as I squeeze tighter. I don’t completely restrict her airway, but I come damn close to choking her out as I slam into her repeatedly.

  Susan takes the punishing thrusts like a pro. She sticks her ass out and I grip her hip with my other hand, digging my fingers into the bone. Leaving bruises for the next bastard who fucks her.

  Her orgasm ripples through her body. Her pussy muscles clench around me and the bitch fucking squirts all over my dick.

  Never been with a squirter before. Maybe she will be a repeat fuck.

  I thrust two more time and pull out, nutting on her ass cheeks.

  **

  The next morning, I roll over in bed and the Prez’s dirty brat princess is still in my bed. I was hoping she’d see herself out. As I stare at her, I realize she’s pretending to be asleep. Stupid bitch has snuck out of bed to freshen up. Her makeup looks fresh and I can smell my toothpaste on her breath.

  I lick my teeth and blow my breath into my cupped hand. Fuck. My breath smells like I have been licking a dirty asshole. One sure way to get rid of her is waking up to a nasty ass morning breath kiss.

  I pinch her brown nipple between my fingers as I lean down and press my lips to hers. Her eyes open and as soon as her lips part I sweep my tongue inside her mouth. Instead of being grossed out she shifts, moving closer to me and moans. “Morning,”

  Fuck.

  Chapter 6

  Nikki

  I get home late and let Nita leave. I hate that I have to get her to watch Sophia because my husband demands I work at the strip club. I’d much rather stay home with my daughter, but no one says no to Tricky. I am just thankful that I have arrived home before him. Not that he is home all that often these days. Once Nita is gone, I hurry to shower to wash the scent of the prospect from my body.

  Not that I want to. It was nice to feel genuinely wanted. Even if it was a man doing my Uncle’s bidding. We never had the greatest relationship once I was taken in by him and his wife. He’s a lot like the man I married. Tricky does what he wants consequences be damned. Tricky and Happy are a lot alike in that respect. Growing up all I ever was to Happy was a reminder of the trouble that clubwhore’s bring with them. Don’t even get me started on my foster sister, Susan. The one good thing about marrying Tricky was getting away from that cunt, and the evil bitch he was married to.

  After my shower I busy myself tidying up the living room and kitchen, picking up Sophia’s dolls and loading the dishwasher. My husband hates coming home to a messy house. Tricky doesn’t sleep here often but when he does, I make sure to keep on his good side. The man has a terrible temper. I have the scars to prove it. Going down the hall toward my bedroom, I check in on Sophia. She is sound asleep in her bed that Tricky had custom built to look like a princess carriage. I have to say the man does spoil our daughter with material things. When he found out I was having a daughter he became disinterested in me and our baby. He really wanted a son. He throws expensive gifts at her to pacify her, but he never spends any real time with her. I doubt he could even name her favorite color or tell me when her birthday is without me reminding him

  The day we found out the sex of the baby was the first time Tricky beat me unconscious. He blamed me for not giving him a son. Said it was my fault and that there must be something wrong with me.

  Stroking my fingers across Sophia’s forehead I smile as I watch the sleep grin form on her happy little mouth. She is so content and unaware of what a bastard her mother married.

  I’d give almost anything to have a real love. I thought I had that once, real love, but my eighteenth birthday party sure proved me wrong on that one. My heart still craves him when I remember back to that time. His betrayal was what drove the final nail into the coffin, causing me to leave and never go back. I know now, I’ll never have it. A real love.

  Hell, I would settle for Tricky being able to get me off like the prospect did tonight.

  Once in my room, I peel back the blankets and climb into bed. No sooner than my head hits the pillow, I hear Tricky’s motorcycle speeding down the driveway.

  I quickly get up to meet him at the door, it’s a requirement he has, which is stupid. Especially on the nights he comes home with other women.

  “Well, look, it’s my wife,” he says as he walks in with his arm around another woman’s waist. She has cheaply dyed blonde hair with two-inch black roots. Her lipstick is hot pink and smeared on her thin lips. The rail thin woman is wearing a red spandex dress that barely covers her ass. God, she is pure trash, but Tricky doesn’t care what he drags home with him.

  “Tricky.” Is all I reply.

  His eyes narrow on my face as he waits for me to go to him. Doesn’t matter if he brings home another woman home with him to fuck, I’m to always kiss him the moment he walks in the door. I look to the woman standing in his arms and she looks at me with pity, and also a bit of smugness. How women like her can live with themselves I will never know.

  I lean into him, my breasts also touching her as I kiss him. The moment his tongue finds its way into my mouth I want to throw up. He tastes as if he just cunt munched. I pull back and wipe my mouth with my hand.

  “Do I taste good sweetie?” the woman asks. This fucking cunt.

  My eyes narrow on her. “No love lost here, sweetie. I’d rather it be you than me. Just keep it down, would you? My daughter is sleeping.”

  My head whips to the side, realizing my mistake. “I’m sorry,” I whisper to Tricky.

  “Lose the fuckin’ attitude, if I want Taylor loud, she’ll be loud. And Fuck the kid. She should hear all the noise she can, she’s gotta learn about fuckin’ soon. She’s eleven, she’ll be fuckin soon anyways, once she starts bleeding.”

  My stomach shrinks, dread filling my whole body. Even Taylor looks shocked he just said those words. “I should go,” she says quietly.

  I see her cringe as he tightens his hold on her. “You ain’t fuckin’ leaving now. You came here on my bike, you don’t leave until I say so. I’
m ready to fuck you now and I’m gonna.”

  The woman’s eyes go wide, and she looks scared as she starts to struggle. “Let me go!” She shouts.

  I step back quickly, knowing what’s going to happen. She won’t be the first woman Tricky has raped in this house. Not only is he a bastard, but his brother, also his VP, is the chief of police. He gets away with shit every damn time. Taylor screams and struggles as Tricky throws her over his shoulder and stomps up to our bedroom. The door slams, it doesn’t take long until I hear the cries and screams of her being raped.

  I run up the stairs to Sophia’s room and quietly open her door and go in. Finding her sound silencing headphones before she wakes up, I slide them over her ears. This isn’t a new routine, and I fucking hate that it’s basically a standard in this home.

  Fucking Tricky.

  One day, I’ll kill the Goddamned demon.

  One day when I have the strength to do it.

  Chapter 7

  Grady

  I pull up outside the club hoping Nikki is working tonight. Been thinking about her sweet pussy for days. I had some shit to do for the club that kept getting in the way of my coming here sooner. Then there is Susan’s cunt ass. Bitch has already moved in and acting like we’re married. She says she don’t give a fuck what I do as long as I practice safe sex and don’t get anyone knocked up behind her back. Says being raised around the Jacks Devils she knows her place is to look pretty on my arm and do what is expected of her. As long as she doesn’t give me no shit the arrangement just might be unformidable. I don’t have high expectations other than her being ready to suck my dick when I get home and stay out of my way.

  I walk into the low-lit smoke-filled strip club called The Honeypot. First thing I do is go by the bar and order a beer. Tricky makes a killing on drinks alone. Fucking bastard charges twelve bucks a drink.

  I walk around the club, checking out the dancers on the platforms and stages, not seeing my girl anywhere. I don’t want to draw attention to myself by asking questions, so I grab a seat near the mainstage and wait. A few flabby asses later she takes to the stage looking like my walking breathing fantasy come to life dressed as an angel of death with black wings extended from the back of her bra. I see shock and panic register on her face when our gazes meet. I wink and her lips twitch fighting a smile. The Hills plays through the sound system and right now it feels as though we are the only two people in this world. I’m mesmerized by the fluid way Nikki dances. Her set goes on longer than I like, but she’s the moneymaker. It’s evident by the hordes of men circling the stage like vultures and slinging twenties at the stage.

  She loses her bra and tosses it directly at me. I catch the black lace material midair and some fucker tries to snatch it out of my hand. I cold cock him in the fucking nose watching him go down hard. A bouncer gives me a warning and I shrug as he and another guy drags the stupid bastard out the back door and tosses him to the dumpsters.

  Distracted by the bullshit, I miss Nikki leaving the stage and have no choice but to wait for her to come to me. Forty minutes go by and I am about to say fuck it and go but then a woman wearing a blonde wig taps me on the shoulder. “Hey, cry baby. Someone said you want to get spanked like the bad little bedwetter that you are.”

  I blink at her in confusion then laugh seeing that it’s Nikki trying to disguise her appearance. She’s wearing heavy makeup, and this cropped blonde wig that makes her look so damn different.

  “Lead the way, sweetheart. You can tie me up, spank me, bite me…whatever you like but I’m not wearing no fucking diaper.”

  “Tricky is here tonight and he’s watching,” she warns under her breath.

  My spine stiffens as I follow her down the dark hallway to the age play playroom.

  Never thought I would be agreeing to this shit but here I am looking like a fucking punk wearing a cloth diaper looking fucking get up. I draw the line at putting a damn pacifier in my mouth. Fucking thing looks like a Goddamn butt plug.

  “Get into bed like a good boy,” Nikki coos at me.

  I can play along but she better be naked and under me soon. Wearing a devious smirk, I tell her, “No way.”

  “Oh, am I gonna have to spank you,” she scolds and I gotta admit my cock twitches.

  “That a warning or a promise?”

  Before she can answer the door opens and in walks that bastard husband of hers. Fucking Tricky. I’d fucking slit him from ear to ear right now with the knife I have hid in my boot if it wouldn’t start a war. He closes the door behind him, and I notice Nikki keeps her wig covering the side of her face.

  “Is Marissa treating you right?”

  I nod, afraid if I open my mouth, I will tell him what I think of him. Instead I stay in character and get into the stupid ass oversized crib looking bed.

  “Good boy,” his wife says, changing her voice to sound all soft and sultry.

  Tricky watches for a few more minutes as she rubs my back and tucks me in. Satisfied the bastard finally leaves.

  The moment he leaves I rip her wig off only to see that she has medium brown hair with blonde highlights instead of the long black hair she had the first night we met. I shrug it off and snake an arm around her waist.

  “You got anything you can tell me about that bastard that will help take him down?”

  She worries her bottom lip with her teeth. I know she is scared of the piece of shit, but I can’t help if she won’t open up.

  “Am I gonna have to fuck it out of you?”

  Chapter 8

  Susan

  So, this is where that little bitch took off to. Mother and I were relieved when she ran off, although it left us in a bind. We had plans for her. I would have preferred her being dead, but Mother said she had a way to get us everything we could ever want. Money and Happy dead.

  My ‘father’ has always cared for Nikki. Sure, he says he only brought her into our home because she had no one. What he doesn’t realize is that we knew that she was really his daughter and not his adopted niece. Obviously, since Mother told me how she paid a guy to dispose of that whore—her mother. That dirty skank was going to ruin everything, constantly flaunting herself around town, bragging to everyone she could behind Mother’s back that Nikki was Happy’s daughter.

  I was ten when I found out what exactly that meant. Dear old Daddy was a cheating piece of shit. Mother didn’t bat an eye though. Of course, that whole time she had a plan anyways. Since it was all so obvious, because Happy was constantly buying things for Nikki, taking her to the clubhouse, unlike with me, he flat out ignored me. I never understood why until Mother told me. After Nikki moved in and I really saw the difference in how we were treated, that Happy wasn’t my father. She swore he didn’t know but he must have figured it out.

  I always just thought it was because I wasn’t a boy, because he sure as hell doted on my little brother, Tyler, but no, how wrong was I. It was then I agreed to all Mother’s plans.

  Make Happy pay for the shit he put us through. Killing the whore was the first step. Planting the listening device was the second. We wanted all the information we could get outta that damn club to make sure we could take it out and save ourselves at the same time. Step three is to get one of Happy’s men to be mine and set him up for the fall. Step four was to put Nikki to work, Happy wouldn’t have allowed it, but he wouldn’t have known. I doubt he even knows how Mother and I treated her once she moved in. That little bitch is lucky she didn’t tattle, otherwise I would have found the guy that did her mother in and offered him the same price.

  As soon as we heard something that only the new prospect and Rico were gonna be doing, I followed.

  Sure as fuck didn’t think I was gonna find my long-lost sister. Fucking cunt is married. I heard she’s got a kid, poor bastard, and from what I’m watching right now, she’s a fucking stripper. We could probably use the kid to our advantage too. Groom her to be what we were gonna make Nikki become. Obviously since she’s so young, we have plenty of time to bui
ld a fanbase for the brat. Virgins are in extreme high demand as they are almost non-existent.

  I quickly text Mother letting her know Nikki’s been found and she was right all along, she’s a whore. Just like her cunt of a mother. So much for saying she would never be anything like that dead cunt.

  Is this why Happy sent the prospect and Rico here? Did he know where Nikki was this whole time? I spot an idiot biker by the stage and notice he follows my slutty sister down the hall. I quickly look around to make sure I’ve not been spotted and follow behind them. It’s Grady, the prospect who is already a part of my plan.

  Minutes later, I hear moans of their fucking and I smile. This is better than I thought, the prospect I’m fucking and am framing, is fucking my sister, how perfect is that? Even better, would be taking my sister’s husband, but I’ve heard all about Tricky, I’d put a bullet in his face if he ever even thought of lifting a hand to me.

  I can’t wait to get back home and let Mother know about everything that went down tonight, we’re one step closer to getting everything we could ever want.

  I get home to tell Mother but she’s with dickface Happy. I get a text telling me that Grady is almost home, and I race back to his place, well our place actually, I didn’t bother asking for permission, to beat him there.

  The house was a real dump until I whined and got Mother to give me some money to clean the place up while he was gone. I wasn’t about to carry out my plan living with his cheap ass shit. All I need to do is keep him satisfied until mine and Mother’s plan plays out.

  Chapter 9

  Grady

  As soon as I hit town, I texted Susan that I would be home in ten. Hate keeping promises, but one thing I’m not is a liar, and I never go back on my word. Never shoulda told her I’d be back at all. I would love nothing more than to go to the clubhouse and fuck a few faceless bitches tonight. That way I can pretend they’re Nikki.