You Kill Me (The Prospect 3)

Prologue

Five years ago

Trinity

I strut around the stage once more, eyeing Blaze, the club president, the man who pulled the trigger to the gun that left a bullet in my sister’s head. His Old lady is a grade A bitch, so I don’t even give a flying fuck what I’m about to do.

Getting off stage, Gumdrop starts to come over with a robe, and I wave her off, making my way to Blaze. “Hey there, handsome,” I purr into his ear, leaning down to rub his cock through his pants.

“Well, fuck, bring that cunt down on this cock, baby,” he tells me gruffly, yanking me down to sit on him.

I look up and see Nadia, my bestie wink, as she makes an announcement that the club is now closed for a private party. Fucking right it is.

Blaze cups my breast, and bites down on my nipple. I may hate this man but can’t deny that this shit feels good.

When I was ten years old this bastard right here killed my older sister. She may have been a disposable club whore to him, but I loved Katrina in my own fucked up way. She took a wrong turn and fell for the wrong asshole. That choice got her killed. Today I take my revenge. It’s taken me fifteen years to get to this day.

“Why don’t we take this someplace private? Let me show you a good time, daddy.”

“Daddy?” He smirks and strokes his greying beard. “Sounds good.” He smacks my ass, and I pop up to lead him right where I want him. Blaze won’t leave this joint alive.

Walking past my other girls as they start grinding down on a few brother’s cocks, I smirk. This almost seems to easy, but I ain’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Opening the door to one of our private rooms he follows me inside.

“Take a seat, handsome.” I tell him, as I take a quick look around making sure my knives are where I placed them earlier. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock out as he sits on the couch. Walking to the stereo, I turn it on and give him a small show, so I don’t have to do much work to make his cock hard. The less time I touch that cock the better. And before I fully take him out, I’m gonna get something out of it.

Precum leaks from the tip as I slide my panties off, giving Blaze a full view of my cunt. “Fuck, need that pretty cunt to sit right here,” he growls at me as he gives his cock a rough tug. He rolls on a condom and continues to stroke himself.

My hands on his shoulders I do as he wants, sinking onto him. This is the position I need. Fuck yeah, if I didn’t hate this fucker, I’d keep him around a little longer, just for this. Thick, long, and fills me just right.

His hands tighten on my hips as I feel my orgasm coming on. “Hurry up, handsome, or I’m finishing without you,” I tell him, out of breath. Those words must snap at him like a whip, because it happens, he roars as he cums inside me.

With him drowsy I lean over him, my tits against his chest and grab the knives I have hidden just behind him. While he’s still panting away from being drained, I move, slamming the knives into both sides of his neck.

Eyes widening in surprise as he gurgles blood. “Remember me yet, you old fuck? This is payback for Kat.” Realization dawns on him at who I am.

“They’ll kill you,” he stutters and slurs, as the life drains out of him.

I smile. “Well, they can try.” I get off him, tug my panties off the floor, and slip them back on. Going to the side panel of the room I hit the keypad that opens a wall, revealing a closet and take out my clothes and cut. My patch clearly showing I’m the president of the club and notice Blaze’s eyes growing again.

Once all my guns and knives are secure, I go back to him, yanking his head back, almost lifeless looking, I lean down and give him a sloppy kiss. “At least you died while getting the cum drained outta ya, what a way to go, huh?” I laugh as I let his head go and it falls forward.

Walking out of the room I notice it’s loud, and I smirk. They started early. Taking my favorite Glock from the back of my pants I point it to the ceiling and fire.

“Blazing Demons MC, welcome to my club, you can either get the fuck out and move on from this night, or I’ll happily make sure you end up like your President.” I kiss the barrel of my gun and smile.

The men look pissed at being held at gun point by a bunch of mostly naked women. “Do I know you?” one of the men looks at me, eyes narrowed. I recognize him as Big Pete, but Kat always called him Petey, seemed to be the only guy that actually treated her with respect, and he used to buy me toys when Mom or Kat didn’t have the money. He was the only father figure I ever had really, even though it wasn’t long having him around. Not once she died. So fuck him.

“Oh, Petey? Is that you?” I mock in a little girl’s voice, and his eyes widen. “You should remember me, you fuck. You helped murder my siste

r. Y’all are lucky my only goal was to kill the man who truly deserved it, otherwise you’d be in that room with him too. Now, we’re even. So how about you boys tuck your dicks away and get the fuck out of my club.” I fire a warning shot into the ceiling.

A brave but stupid mother fucker pulls gun, but Nadia kills him before he can pull the trigger.

The men remaining aren’t quite as dumb.

The bastards leave, but not before Petey gives me one last look, a look that clearly states he’s not done talking to me.

Oh joy.

“You know, this might not be over,” Nadia tells me, as the other girl start cleaning up.

I shrug. “For tonight it is. Starting tomorrow we’ll start training harder, maybe take on some new prospects and get that deal finalized with the mafia. The next time we see them, we shoot first, ask questions later.”

Nadia smirks at me. “Always knew you were a crazy bitch. Ready to get outta here?”

“Damn right, only good thing besides killing that old fucker was his cock.”

Nadia laughs as we strut out the door.

She’s right though.

I know this isn’t over.

But I’ll be ready.

Chapter 1

Present

Killer