You Wreck Me (The Prospect 1)

10 years later

Wrecker

Never thought my life would turn out like this. I always thought I’d be the asshole that fucked around with anything that had a cunt. But having Harlee back, for good, changed me.

I’m not sure if she’s ever doubted me or not, but I’ve kept my promise to her. Sure, I’ve been tempted, fuck, almost gave in to the temptation during a film shoot once. What man wouldn’t be, especially one in the business of manufacturing pornos, and owning strip clubs. But I’ve never been unfaithful. I might have finished myself off in the bathroom afterwards, hell, even gotten a few blow jobs while out on the road, but my dick, fingers, and tongue hasn’t touched anyone’s cunt but Harlee’s, no matter how much I wanted to just give in.

Fuck, I even saw that big titted waitress a few years ago, and so badly wanted to drag her back to her house for the fuck I wanted from her all those years ago. Although, if I ever see her again, I wouldn’t mind another titty fuck from her.

Ten years we’ve been together. We got married on the day Demon passed, it was his last wish, to see her get married. A day that should have been Harlee’s happiest day ended up one of the worst. Seconds after we said I do, a tear leaked out of Demon’s eye and he nodded off, taking his last breath.

Keisha ended up getting Briggs and Jachin tested, and results came back that Jachin was Brayden’s father. He followed through with his threat, with me and the club at his back, gaining himself full custody. It turned out my sister had gotten herself a bad habit. She failed two court ordered drug test.

Keisha took off, once he won, and no one heard from her again until four years ago, when she was found dead from an overdose.

It hurt knowing that she was just like our mother in the end. Sometimes I wonder if there was more I could have done for her, but I somehow doubt it. Keisha didn’t want to be saved but Jachin has taken great care of my nephew. I know because a few years ago I patched him in. He married the local fourth grade school teacher a year ago and she wants to adopt Brayden.

I couldn’t ask for a better stepmom for my nephew.

As for me and Harlee, we have three kids. Ellie, Raiden, and Wesson. I love Harlee and my kids with all that I have. I wanted more than the three we had, but Harlee put her foot down, saying she couldn’t be a baby making machine for the rest of her life. She’s it for me, even after all this time. I wish I could say I haven’t wanted anyone else over the last ten years, but I’d be a liar. I’m an outlaw biker not prince fucking charming.

The End