You Wreck Me (The Prospect 1)

“Yeah, he did.” I snort. “Why the fuck would you send that asshole here? You’ll be lucky he’ll make it back to you at all, because I swore I’d kill him if I ever saw him again.”

“Look, I know Wrecker isn’t your favorite person, but he’s been a good member to the club. Him doing this will patch him in.” He acts as though I should be delighted to do anything to help the fucker out. I don’t think so.

“Why the fuck would I care if he gets patched in? Once this mess you managed to get me into is over, I’m back out of your life and out of the club’s shit. So, fuck you.” I hang up. I’m so pissed off I can’t even think straight.

In my bedroom, I pull a bag from my closet and start tossing shit in it, not even really paying attention to what I am grabbing. When I go to get my panties from my dresser drawer I scream.

There is a dead rat bleeding all over my shit. I clamp my hand over my mouth. Whoever put that there could still be here in the house. I left my gun in my purse by my phone on the kitchen counter. Great. Just fucking great.

Chapter 5

Wrecker

Harlee, the girl who got away because I was a fucked up mess when we were dating. Half the club, mostly other prospects, had a thing for her, but didn’t want to make a move, scared that Demon would gut them. I on the other hand didn’t let Demon sway me. I wanted her so I was going to have her. It also worked out well that she was best friends with my kid sister, Keisha. Might be weird for a twenty-three-year-old man dating a seventeen-year-old, but Harlee was different. Once we got serious, Demon didn’t even bat an eye, just said that I was one of only two men he’d ever want his daughter with. By this time, Harlee wasn’t even talking to her dad, so I had to play the fuckin’ middle man for him. Drove me insane, and it caused a few fights between Harlee and I. Eventually I just stopped talking to Harlee about her dad, but Demon made sure I still kept him in the loop on her life.

Harlee didn’t like that I was wanting to patch into the club, and made it very clear, often. When I finally told her I wanted to date her, she laughed in my face and said no. Third time was the charm though, I finally got her to agree, but not without her stating that she would never be like her mother, if I cheated, I would lose her forever.

At that moment, I just wanted her, so I quickly agreed she’d be my only. At the time, I meant it too, until Demon called me into his office with an assignment. After the sixth one, I stopped feeling guilty about it, and started enjoying it. Makes me a bastard, but it was what it was.

I knew if Harlee found out I was fucking other women she’d probably kill me, especially after finding out her own father cheated on her mother. The bitch tried to kill him. Hell, she did kill the club whore, Lin, when she caught them together. I knew better but I really didn’t have a choice. I was her first but I sure as fuck wasn’t her last and it has eaten away at me for the past five years. Harlee isn’t the kind of girl you just get over. No matter how many women I’ve been with, it doesn’t matter, one thing remains the same. They aren’t her and they never will be. No one could hold a candle to her. I thought I loved her and maybe I did in my own fucked up way but I was too young, dumb, and full of cum to know what love was, but damn did I sure know what l

ove was after I lost her when it was too damn late to change things.

The day she finally caught me cheating on her killed me. Any good in me died the day she found me out. Not that there was much good in me to start. Harlee was the only good in me and without her I was a lost cause. Still am. I don’t give a fuck about anything these days other than the club and easy pussy. Being a prospect for the club, you must do anything and everything they tell you to. Stud, the usual club slut decided he didn’t want part of this club, said the town was too small and felt like it was a big incest pool, so he took off somewhere else. Last I heard, he was prospecting for a rival club, so I stepped up in his place.

For weeks, I was to seduce and fuck the women of some men the club wanted payment from, whether it was cash or information.

The moment I saw Harlee’s eyes the night she saw me with Marissa, I knew I’d never get her back. No matter what. When she threatened to fuck Marissa’s husband, I was pissed. She was mine, no one was going to touch her but me. I didn’t think she’d actually do it, I thought she was just angry and lashing out. I wanted to believe I could make her see reason, but there wasn’t any to be had. I had hurt her in the worst possible way and still I thought I could keep her.

I was wrong.

I gave Harlee a head start home so she could cool down, then I went after her. I was going to make her listen, and then we’d be fine. Instead, I saw her through her living room window, sitting on Mark’s fucking cock, with her head flung back as she came. I saw red. My first instinct was to pull out my gun and kill them but I waited for the fucker to come out of the house and grabbed him. I took him back to the clubhouse dungeon where I killed him slowly as he begged, cried, and shit himself. I gave him to Hacker; the dude isn’t only known for finding out shit on the dark web. He fed Mark to the hogs at his grandpa’s farm.

With that bastard out of the way, I went back to Harlee and she slammed her door in my face.

I tried for weeks to get her to talk to me, anything. I even stopped doing fuck jobs for the club, and since I hurt his daughter, Pres decided to punish me by making me prospect for longer, like it wasn’t his fault too, since he was the one that ordered me to do that shit in the first place. I should have patched in three years ago at the latest, but I fucked everything up. It got even worse when one day Pres stormed into the clubhouse with a note in his hand, shouting the place down that Princess ran away and wasn’t coming back.

I felt like I died that day. She left me without a word other than her old man telling me that I wasn’t to follow after her. I think we both thought she would stay gone a few weeks at most then come home but she never did. She was really gone and never coming back to me. After that I said fuck it and I dedicated everything I had to the club. I had lost her so nothing mattered to me after that. I have done a lot of bad shit. I’m not a good man but I never claimed to be one either. I could have been for her though if she had given me a chance.

Once I fully patched in, my plan was to convince Demon to tell me where she was. I know he has always known, because no way in hell would he have just let her go without someone watching her. Then I was gonna break into Harlee’s house, kidnap her and keep her long enough to convince her by fucking her brains out that she could never live without me.

Seeing her again, after her being gone from my life for five years, gives me hope. Well it did until she started mouthing at me. I want her, but she’ll never let me have her again, not with what I did to her before. Hell, I know I should stay away from her. Harlee is the type of woman you don’t want to fuck up with, and I’ve already done that, and I have a feeling I’d do it again. The rules are simple; Blue Devils MC always comes first, everything and everyone else is second. There is no walking away. The only way out is in a body bag or by overthrowing her old man and taking over my damned self. Harlee swears she hates her old man, but I know she’d really fucking gut me if I took him out. She says she hates me too. But when we first locked eyes I could see it in her eyes there is a part of her that still has feelings for me. Maybe it was her hate of me that I was seeing. Hate is a strong emotion.

But it’s not going to stop me. Harlee is mine, always was, is, and always will be. I’m taking her, and not giving her a fucking choice. She will be mine again and this time she’s not running away. Right now, I’m praising the hell outta Demon for sending me, because while we hide out at the Stable, I can force my way back into her heart and her life. She can’t get rid of me this time. Nothing is going to stop me from having her, fucking her, eating her delicious cunt, not even her.

I went hard the minute I saw her. Those thick lips I used to kiss every fucking day and never appreciated haven’t lost their appeal despite the hateful shit that comes out of them. Her dark hair hangs just over her shoulders. She’s cut it, but it’s still just as shiny as before. What I wouldn’t give to run my fingers through the silky strands one more time even though those dark brownie colored eyes looked at me as though she wanted to stab my balls when she saw me. I can’t blame her. Seeing me was a shock to her, but she never even gave me a chance to explain a damn thing. Not that it matters now. I only hope she doesn’t attempt to keep her promise and shoot my dick off.

I’m in her garage figuring out where in the hell she keeps those bungee cords when I hear her scream. Fuck. I scrub a hand over my face. I should have fucking searched the house before letting her go in but damn I don’t even know why I am picking her up. She’s got me so damned tore up I don’t know my left from my right, right now. Damn woman has me in knots.

I go to reach for the small pistol I keep in the inner pocket of my prospect cut when I remember I’m no longer wearing it. Demon said no colors on this trip. He wants me flying off the radar. My backup is in my saddlebag. Looks like I am going in with only my fists.

Harlee has done well for herself. Scoping out the property, I decide which way I want to play this. Her house is moderately sized. Yellow siding, white shutters, and a bright red door. Looks like she has a green thumb. Her flowerbeds are overflowing with rose bushes. She takes that after her mom. The yard always looked kept up by professional landscapers but it was all Ellen’s doing. Whenever I would go over to pick up Harlee or my sister, she would be tending to her flowers. That seems like another lifetime ago. I couldn’t believe it when I heard that Harlee found her dead by her own hand.

At the funeral. Harlee wouldn’t even sit near Demon, and then said it should have been him that was dead instead, I flinched. The way she said it had every man at the cemetery cupping their balls in protection. My sister and I were on either side of Harlee, making sure she was okay. By that point I had been wanting to ask her out for a while, but with the shit show that kept happening to her I held off until I couldn’t anymore. I gave her a month to grieve the loss of her mother, then I pursued. We had a good few months together as a couple, before she caught me, and later left town.

I go around the back of the house and peer through the windows hoping I find Harlee safe and sound. I didn’t just get her back in my life to lose her now. I look in the first window and it appears to be a workout room. The next window proves to be in the hallway where the backdoor should be but isn’t. Her walls are painted off-white but I can see her touches throughout in the décor and design as I look through the kitchen and dining room. Her kitchen is decorated in apples and roosters. I laugh to myself thinking about her always loving my big cock and shake my head. I need to focus.

I spot Harlee in the back bedroom, alone. I tap on the window and she nearly jumps out of skin. “Are you okay?” I ask her through the screen once she sees that it is only me.