You Kill Me (The Prospect 3)

He nods, shoving his dirty old underwear into his bag and zips it up. “Yeah, things aren’t going all that great. Well not for the Blazing Demons anyways.”

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.