You Kill Me (The Prospect Series Book 3)

by Glenna Maynard

  I grin, that sounds good to me. “Okay, and?”

  He shrugs. “That’s all I was told, we’re to get back, but take our time, and Hush will fill us in on the rest.”

  I watch him, somethings off. “What’s wrong?”

  Looking up at me, slightly startled, he frowns. “Besides being tired. Nothing why?”

  Narrowing my eyes at him, I search them. He seems to be telling the truth. “You just seem very straight to the point, and serious all of a sudden.”

  His eyes soften slightly, mother fucker, why do his eyes have to do that? My pussy finally ain’t screaming out in pain anymore, and now this fucker is making it dripping again. Being wet like this all the damn time doesn’t help with chafing, fuck. “Trin, I’m seriously just tired, sleeping outdoors fucking sucks. Sleep’s been almost nonexistent. I’ll be back to normal once we’re back and in a real damn bed.”

  He gives me a quick kiss and gets me to follow him. Hiking back the way we came, is so much harder than before. And literally almost double the time because we’re both tired.

  And since we’re both tired as hell, Killer borrowed the cage Hammer and his boys drove to get here and they helped us get his bike loaded and secured in the back. We’re taking the long road back and the minute my ass hits the soft leather seat my eyes start fluttering shut.

  “Wake up, baby. Got us some grub.”

  My stomach growls and he shoves some tacos under my nose. I smile. “You remembered?”

  “I pay attention when you tell me shit you like. I’m a good man like that.”

  “You have a little good in you. Maybe I need to bleed it out of you,” I tease and grab the taco from his hands. “Did you get my fire sauce?”

  “What you gonna do if I didn’t?”

  I cut my eyes to him and give him a look.

  He chuckles. “Easy, Trin. Shit. Maybe I should transfer my nickname to you.”

  “It would suit me better.” I take the packs of sauce he holds out to me.

  “You’re a fucking savage.”

  I shrug and bite into my taco. Killer eats couple hard shell tacos and gets back on the road once we both have a restroom break. As soon as he starts driving, I’m nodding off again.

  **

  “Trin, babe,” I hear a voice call to me, and I groan. A deep chuckle sounds in my ear. “Babe, we’re back at the Jacks compound, wake up.” I blink the sleep outta my eyes and look around. Shit, I must have slept the rest of the drive here.

  “I want more sleep,” I mutter, as I take Killer’s hand and he pulls me to him, kissing my forehead.

  “You’ll get more sleep soon. Hush already has a cup of coffee waiting for you. He’s got a shit load to chat with us about.”

  Once we’re inside Killer is shoved away from me and a fist slams in his face. “What the fuck?” he roars.

  “That was for the fucked up shit I’ve had to put up with the last few weeks,” Hush yells at him.

  “The hell are you talking about? The shit with the Demons and the Mob?” I ask him, thinking he’s referring to my shit.

  He snorts. “No, that shit was nothing. I’m talking about the nasty fucking bullshit of him pissing all over you, literally. And now Oak the sick freak. He’s giving all the club whores golden showers. We’ve lost seven girls because of that shit.” I can’t help it, I burst out laughing.

  “You can have my bitches,” I offer, knowing they are fucking useless, but they’d be good for keeping around to fuck.

  “Already pulled them here. But that’s something we gotta have a chat about. Why don’t you go and wash up, get some coffee in you and come back out in a bit. I gotta have a talk with Killer here first,” he tells me, and I nod, thankful for a room and a shower, a real shower.

  I move off after kissing Killer on the cheek. Never thought I’d have a man, but I do love the bastard. I really do. As I’m walking toward the bathroom, I see a few of my girls and they look nervous as hell when they see me. Bitches should be nervous. They fucked me over. I blow them a kiss and wink.

  I haven’t decided what their punishment should be yet. I want them to be scared and wondering when I’m going to fucking collect. It could be today, tomorrow, or next fucking year. Whenever I have an itch that can’t be scratched, I’ll call on them.

  I get to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. I need some damn privacy to shit and shower in peace. I haven’t had a moment to myself hardly in over two weeks.

  I get stripped down and look down at my hairy legs. Killer didn’t complain about them once, but I’m going to shave them for him. I need to get to the salon for another wax soon too. I like keeping my goods looking neat. No one wants to eat a pussy and get a mouthful of hair.

  Chapter 21

  Killer

  I watch Trinity walk away, and I wish I could follow, and not to fuck for once, but to wash up too. I feel like total ass, probably smell like it too. Taking a seat next to Hush, I motion for the prospect behind the bar to get me a coffee. What I really want is a fucking whiskey, but that can wait for now.

  “So what’s going on?” I ask.

  “The shit with the mob and Demons will wait for Trinity. I’m gonna give you the basics for now. You might need to calm her down when she hears this shit.” He chugs back his own coffee and slams it on the bar top. “You’re an official member of the club, that is, if you want it. Second, you’ll be taking over Trin’s club. Changing it to a Jacks Devils charter and running it as a real club. No more of them pussy bitches playing all tough.” Fuck, a patched in member, I can handle, taking Trin’s club from her, but she’ll fucking murder me, and Hush.

  “You do know what you’re giving me is fucking awesome, brother, but that bitch will murder me,” I state the obvious.

  He chuckles. “If anyone can handle Trinity, man, I think you’ve proven it’s you. We’re all kind of counting on it when I break the news to her in a few.”

  “Fucking hell,” I mutter. “Prospect. Another cup, better pour me a double shot of whiskey into it while you’re at it.”

  The prospect nods and slides a mug to me.

  “You might need to smoke this before she gets out of the shower.” Hush hands me a blunt. He ain’t fucking kidding. Bitch is gonna fucking snap and kill all of us.

  I down my coffee and light up the puff puff pass taking a heavy hit. Then another. I cough and motion to the prospect for more whiskey. “Fuck. Just give me the whole bottle.”

  The bathroom door opens and Trin walks out looking fresh as a damn daisy. “All yours, hot stuff.”

  I nod and look to Hush. He gives me the go ahead, and I can’t get out of this room fast enough. I’m not sure I’m ready to face my crazy cunt’s wrath just yet. Hell, maybe I’ll get lucky and by the time I’m out of the shower Trin will have offed them all because I’d much rather that than have to tell her that I’m taking over her damn clubhouse and club.

  She’s already threatened my eyes. For this who knows what the fuck she’ll want to take for payment.

  When I get out of the shower Trinity is sitting at the bar with Thrash and Hush eating a slice of pizza and laughing.

  Fuck me.

  They haven’t told her yet. Bastards are waiting on me. The room begins to fill with more members. No whores are around. Probably better that they aren’t. She’d take them out first. I approach them slowly feeling like I’m walking on damn death row. Trinity takes one look at my face and she knows something’s up. Thrash and Hush turn to look at me with grim faces.

  “Hey, baby. We need to talk,” I tell her.

  She stops chewing and dabs at her mouth with a napkin. “Okay. So talk. We’re all friends here, right?”

  I cup the back of my neck. Fuck it here it goes. “Listen, you know your club was fucked. Happy and Hush have offered me a place here. I proven my loyalty to you and them. The thing is though, you’re no club Pres. Your club is being patched over, and I’m taking it over.”

  Trin nods and sucks in a deep breath. Her head
falls back as laughter rips from her throat.

  Aw hell her bitch switch has been flipped.

  I’m braced next to a few other members, hell, we’re practically a wall surrounding her. All of us are just looking at each other with a ‘what the fuck’ look.

  Finally she stops laughing and looks at us before grabbing the phone that was resting on the bar top. “Whose phone is that?” I whisper, not wanting to make a sound in case Trinity attacks.

  “Fuck, it’s mine,” Hush mutters.

  “Yo, it’s Trin. I hear you been hunting me.” She rolls her eyes. “Bitch, put me on speaker.” I watch as she does the same, placing the phone on the bar top and smiling, so big, I’m literally shaking right now. This cunt makes me nervous. Fuck. What is she doing? Not one of the brothers in this room is moving either.

  “Fuckin’ done, now why you calling me, you cunt?” the familiar voice sounds out through the phone.

  This bitch has done it now. She must want Hush or fuck—me to take her out. I was afraid of this shit.

  “Trinity,” Hush growls stepping up to her. She casually pulls out a gun and smirks at him. He shuts up real quick. Oh fuck.

  Oak shuffles behind her to grab the phone, but she lashes out, sticking a fucking knife, wherever the hell she pulled it from, into his hand.

  “Seems you and I have a mutual problem.” She turns in her seat to grin at me. I shake my head. This bitch.

  “If his name is Killer, that sad sack of shit is dead to me. I already got another way to take you the fuck out.”

  Trinity bursts out laughing again. Fuck, Hush totally fucked her up, this shit is his fault. I shoot him a glare, but he’s not even paying attention to me, his gaze is solely on Trin. “And that sad sack of shit will just get taken out. We both know who will win this bullshit game. It’s not you, and you know it. you can’t get close enough to hurt me. Pussy ass bitch, gotta send a lowly prospect to do the job for you. What’s the matter? Afraid I might cut your dick off and feed it to you?”

  I hear someone in the background barking orders. “Are you gonna tell me what the point of this call was?”

  “There was no point, I was just making it to prove a point to some fuckwits.” She hits a button and then throws the phone. “Now where were we. Oh yes. I remember.” She moves so fast that I would swear to fuck she was some sort of ninja. She yanks the knife that was still in Oak’s hand out, and moves to me, slicing my arm, before pulling her gun and shooting off a few rounds.

  “Enough, Trin!” I shout, as my arm bleeds. Fuck she got me deep. That shit is gonna need stitches. Fucking cunt.

  “Here’s how it’s gonna go down.” She looks to Hush. “I agree with making my club a charter. However, I’m not being taken out. That charter will be open to all sexes or just a lady charter that you fuckers will help me vet out. As for Killer here becoming the club Pres to it. Are you out of your fucking mind?” she bellows, and holy hell, I’m hard. Fuck. “I built my shit up. You want me to just hand my legacy over to Killer because he has a goddamned dick and you think he can control me. Fuck that and fuck you. I’m the mother fucking HBIC in my house. Ain’t no man gonna tell me what the fuck to do.”

  “Trinity,” Hush barks at her. “That’s not how shit’s done.”

  “Bitch, please, you’re going to give me what the fuck I want. And if not, we got ourselves a mother fucking war.” She’s challenging him. But he’s not backing down.

  “You know that shit isn’t something I can do. That’s Happy.”

  Trinity snorts, bringing the knife up to her lips and gives it a lick. “Mmm. Where is Happy these days hmm?” she moves the knife away, letting it roam over her body. God, she’s fucking sexy. “Oh, I know, on a run, but let’s see. Breaker is back.” She points her gun toward him. Fuck, I didn’t even see the fucker. “So where is he?” she roars, moving to Hush, holding the knife up to his throat.

  “Fucking hell, calm the fuck down.” A new voice enters the room. “Been watching this shit play out on the monitors, and this bitch has proved she’s got balls. I say give her what she wants. On one condition.”

  “Happy, you’re not seriously gonna let her run a fucking charter of ours?” Hush growls out, pissed.

  “Yeah, I am. I know a few bitches that want that life, that will help her out with her businesses, and not fuck her over. Plus a few men that swing the other way.” Fuck, most clubs don’t allow brothers that swing for dick. He’s got a point. I sure as fuck don’t want no brother looking at my dick like it’s his lollipop. “Her club is basically a safe haven club. But the condition I have is that Killer here co-runs the place. Not many men, if any, will listen to a bitch. I figure she’s got him pussy whipped might as well be him.”

  “Oh, fuck that.” Trinity chuckles. “I don’t want that mother fucking traitor in my club.”

  Happy moves forward and backhands her. Thwack. “That’s the deal.”

  Trinity spits out blood and glares at me. “Fine. But he steps outta line even once, I’m ending him.” She stomps over and pulls a prospect to her and makes him go down to his knees as she unbuttons her pants.

  What the hell is she thinking right now? She knows I’m gonna take the kid out. “Don’t, not right now,” Breaker says to me, putting a hand to my chest. “Let’s get you to doc and stitch you up. She sunk that blade in deep. Trin needs to burn off her anger. You don’t want her next attack to be to your dick, man.” Shit he’s right. I’ll worry about that bullshit later.

  Chapter 22

  Trinity

  These fucking assholes. I swear I will murder every last one of them. I don’t even bother to pay attention to whatever the hell Killer’s doing. He was gonna take over my club completely? Well fuck him. I can’t believe he thought I would be okay with that shit. I kick my pants off and move closer to the prospect I pulled over to the corner of the room.

  “I want you to eat me, and hurry up, I have things to do.” Fuck I’m horny. Seeing the blood dripping from Killer’s arm, while Oak’s hand bled was fucking hot.

  This prospect looks up at me and licks his lips. Leaning forward, he caps his mouth over my clit and starts flicking his tongue in small licks like he’s scared of my pussy. That’s when I look over and see the death glare Killer is shooting our way as Breaker leads him away.

  “Don’t pay him no mind. You make me cum hard enough and I might patch you in and take you home with me.” I smirk, running the tip of my blade under his chin.

  The minute Killer is out of sight, this little bitch starts slurping at me and grabbing my hips. The fucked up thing is it doesn’t even feel good to me. Confusion clouds my head. My mind drifts to fucking Killer. The moment I picture his smile, my pussy gets wetter. Fucking bastard. I look down at the prospect and again my pussy acts like a prude and I sigh.

  Maybe I need me a bitch or two to do the job.

  “Just stop.” I shove this prospect aside, grab my gun, and go looking for my girls.

  I find them down the hall in one of the party rooms where the orgies happen.

  “Hey, bitches. First one to make me cum gets their debt with me wiped clean.”

  I move to the center of the room and these dumb cunts start fighting over me. Shoving each other this way and that until this one bitch, Lainey sticks her tongue in my ass, and I moan.

  That seems to get their attention. I drop down on the big bed and spread my legs. I got a bitch on each titty, one between my legs, and another smothering my face with her big fat tits. “Now this is how a Pres should be treated,” I groan, eyes rolling back in my head.

  “Having a party, sugar tits? I’m hurt you didn’t invite me.” Killer strolls into the room and if my weapons weren’t so far away right now this fucker would be dead.

  “Go off yourself.”

  He rolls his eyes and grabs one of the bitch’s who isn’t taking turns pleasuring me. “Bend over and touch your toes, baby doll.” His gaze never leaves mine as he rolls a condom over his dick and slams inside her from behi
nd.

  He thinks he can make me jealous, but it isn’t going to work. I’d kill the bitch for touching him, except I don’t want him to think I care. He can have his fun. I moan and look up to Killer again. He’s just staring at me while pounding his dick into that cunt while finger fucking another that sidled up to him. He looks pissed as he watches me.

  Good.

  I cum again when one of my bitches works her tongue faster on my clit. This is fucking great and all, but I seriously need a dick inside me right now. Pulling a girl from my tit up I tell her to go get me a man, not Oak of course, but which ever brother out there that wants a fuck. I know Breaker has rules, only fucks on runs, so he’s out, but I wish he’d made an exception.

  The girls I’m with start moving off me and go clean up while Gumdrop comes over finally, looking sheepish. “I really am sorry, Trin, when all the shit went down in the club, I didn’t know how to handle it.”

  I snort. “Yeah, and that’s why you’re now a club whore. Congrats to fucking you.” She bites her lip and sits down by me, what the hell she want? “Bitch get the fuck out of my face. You’re dead to me. Go on and get gone before I fuck you with my knife. She scurries off looking ready to piss herself. Bitch should be scared. She should’ve had my back.

  Thrash comes sauntering in and smirks at me. Oh yeah, I want. He glances over to Killer who is dumping a load of cum in a whore’s mouth, his face grim as he watches Thrash come to me. “Heard you wanted a dick.”

  “Damn right I do.” I drop to my knees, bringing his pants down as I go.

  Chapter 23

  Killer

  “Wake up, you sick fucking bastard.” Hush shakes me, and I rub my eyes.

  “What time is?” I groan, rolling the bitch I was fucking last off me. She drops to the floor, and I look over the edge of the bed at her. Guess that breath play was too much for her. I got a little carried away pretending it was Trinity I was choking.

  Last night was fucking fucked up, to say the least. It was hot, watching Trinity getting off from bitches, even though I was pissed it was someone who wasn’t me touching her. But the second Thrash stepped into the room, I knew my anger had skyrocketed. I watched Trinity sink to her knees and deep throat that fucker.