You Wreck Me (The Prospect 1)

“You have go to be fucking kidding me,” I mutter to myself as I take in all six feet five inches and two hundred plus pounds of tattooed muscle. He sent fucking Wrecker after me? Does he not remember my promise to shoot his dick off if I ever saw this guy again? Is this a cruel joke?

“Princess?” His eyes go wide as he looks at me. They are just as I remember; deep green with flecks of gold. He has more tattoos than I remember. They snake up both his arms now in full sleeves. I would think it were sexy on anyone but him. I hate him. A hand rakes through his dark hair and then he scratches his goatee. I can’t help but laugh to myself though when I don’t see the club’s insignia on his neck. If he were a full patched member there would be a blue devil on his throat. I wonder what the story is behind that. Why did my dad send him if he’s only a prospect? But surely, he isn’t still prospecting. Did he leave the club? Nah, I know better than that. He must be a prospect. I don’t know what to make of that. What in the hell did he do?

Wrecker was my first boyfriend, my first love, my first time. He was my first everything. Until I found out he was fucking half the damn town we lived in, even the married ones. Of course, I didn’t believe the rumors, since the people who would tell me were my tormentors in the first place. It wasn’t until I saw him with my own eyes, fucking a recently married bitch named Marissa, that I knew the rumors were true.

I know those kids only told me those things about Carter to hurt me, but it doesn’t stop me from following him tonight. I just want proof. If I find nothing, then I know I can shrug off those horrible rumors once and for all. When Carter first pursued me I flat out told him, I will never stand by a cheater like my mother did. And he promised me, he would only be with me.

Only thing I hate about him is that he’s prospecting for my dad’s club, I wish he wouldn’t but he won’t listen to me. Only good thing about prospecting is it takes two years to patch in. At any time, he could just say ‘no thanks’ and walk away.

I stop behind a big tree, watching Carter walk to the trailer in the open space. I see him knock, and then the door opens. Marissa Dagot stands there in nothing but her underwear. Her panties don’t even match her bra. What the fuck is going on? I feel as if I’m watching everything in slow motion. He grabs her by the waist and brings her in for a kiss as she wraps herself around him. Her legs are wrapped around my man’s waist and he’s kissing her. Didn’t that bitch just get married?

I can’t breathe. Tears spring to my eyes as my chest aches. I’m going to kill them both.

As the door closes, instead of running away, I punish myself by going up to the window and peek inside. There he is, sitting on her fucking couch with his cock inside her ugly twat. She’s not even pretty. I wouldn’t fuck her with Jachin’s dick and I hate him. He’s the one who was spreading the rumors to start with.

Fuck this. Marching to the front door, I don?

??t even bother to knock and practically tear it off the hinges.

Carter pushes her off when he sees me; at least he has the decency to wear a fucking condom. “What are you doing here?” He asks all wide eyed. Guess I ruined his fun.

“Me? What about you, fuck face?! You told me you had shit to do for your mom. What are you doing here? Fucking someone that isn’t me? I know this skank ho isn’t your mother,” I scream at him.

“Baby, please. I can explain,” his pleas fall on deaf ears as he drops to his knees. How pathetic. There isn’t anything he could say to justify this. I told him I would never be with a cheater and I meant it. We’re done. There’s nothing left between us but my hate for him for showing me that all men are alike. There are no good men out there. I was a fool to have faith in him but never again. Not after what I just witnessed. It’s comical really.

I laugh, I laugh so hard my stomach cramps up. “No, what I saw, was explanation enough. Should have listened to the fucks at school the first time they told me you were a cheating asshole. But I chose to trust you instead. I can’t believe I ever put my faith in you.” I turn to leave when his hand grabs me. His touch chills me to the bone where it used to set me on fire.

“Princess, please, you don’t understand,” he begs.

I shrug out of his hold. “No, I do, I understand perfectly. If you ever come near me ever again, I’ll shoot your fucking dick off, Wrecker.” He flinches at my calling him by his club name. He was never Wrecker to me; he was always my Carter. With that I spit in his face and step away from him. Over his shoulder I see Marissa putting her clothes on, looking ashamed. That’s strange, she’s the type who would gloat. “I can’t wait until I see Mark, you don’t deserve him. I’ll make sure to fuck him extra hard tonight while filling him in on this.” I smirk. He always did want to go out with me, but he wasn’t my type. He still isn’t but I can still fuck him all the same.

Wrecker growls, “No one touches what’s mine.”

“That’s funny, because I thought the same thing about you. Guess we’re both wrong.” I shrug my shoulders and hurry out the door before he can try to stop me again.

He tried for weeks to get me to talk to him after that, but nope. Not even him killing Mark after I fucked him, just like I promised, got me to talk to him. He was dead to me the moment his mouth touched hers. He’s been dead to me every minute since. As for Marissa, let’s just say that I convinced her, very nicely, that it would be in her best interest to get the fuck out of town, a few days later she did just that.

The following days at school, everyone knew I had found out, and instead of bullying me they just smirked. I finally had enough of their shit, I was so angry at the world, that I lost my cool and ended up in a full-on brawl, that resulted in a few club members having no choice but to join in. Since they were my shadow, they knew my dad would kill them if I got hurt. After that day, everyone backed off, and Jachin, who always was glaring at me, would look at me with pity.

“Roll the window down, babe.” I do, but only slightly. “I’m going to follow you home, pack your shit, and we’ll get on the road. You got a hitch and trailer I can load my bike on?”

Instead of answering him, I just give him the finger.

‘That’s mature.” He lets out a long sigh.

“Follow me, asshole.” It’s been years and the man still looks fine as hell. I thought maybe he might have died off by now by way of an STD. No, I haven’t kept tabs on him. I’ve done everything I can to stay away from him and the likes of the Blue Devils Motorcycle Club.

I completely cut off everyone from back home, including my best friend, Keisha. The day I left there they all died to me.

“Fuck,” I hear him say as I back out of my spot and drive off not bothering to wait up for him.

Fifteen minutes later, I park in my driveway and get out. I’ve done okay for myself. My house isn’t huge but I put a little money into it and made it nice by my standards on my salary without help from anyone. I take care of myself. I shouldn’t have gotten scared and called my dad. I probably could have handled this shit on my own and I would have had I known it would have saved me the trouble of dealing with this bastard.

“First, you can figure out the travel shit. I have a truck in the garage, you can put your bike on it, and I have bungie cords in there somewhere for you to make sure the bike doesn’t fly off. Second, don’t touch me. Third, don’t talk to me. Nothing. No contact. I’ll go pack a bag and be out in a bit.”

I storm up to my house without waiting for a reply from him. He can fuck right off for all I care. Maybe the people after me will do me a favor and kill him for me.

I find my charger right away and plug my phone in, instantly dialing my stupid father. “Hey, Princess. Did my guy get there?”