You Break Me (The Prospect 2)

Prologue

Nikki

“I do.” Repeating after the justice of the peace, I smile at Tricky, the man I love. He saved me after I ran away from the hell that I was raised in, and from the asshole who broke my heart. The man I gave my virginity to, despite my foster mom always calling me a whore. I had saved myself for a good man who really loves me. He takes care of me and treats me like a queen. I was afraid when I first met him, because he was a biker and I’d had enough of asshole bikers in my life. He showed me though, he is nothing like the men I ran from. Tricky has proven himself in how treats me.

He’s sweet and gentle with me. I told him I didn’t want to get married just because I’m two months pregnant, but he swears he is marrying me because he loves me and can’t wait to spend his life with me. We’re going to give our child what neither of us ever had ourselves—a loving and inviting home with two responsible parents.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, biker and old lady. Kiss!” The older man announces as the men standing behind us cheer.

Tricky grabs me, grinning wolfishly at me, and slams his mouth on mine. His tongue sweeps through my mouth tasting of pure desire and a shiver courses down my spine. Pulling away, he smirks and bends down, putting his shoulder into my stomach, tossing me over him. Everyone around us laughs as we leave the hall like this. I laugh, slapping his ass. “Put me down, caveman.”

“I’ll put you down when we get home, I ain’t lettin’ you up for air all night,” he jokes before setting me down next to his motorcycle.

“Let’s get home.” I smile brightly up into his face.

“Hey, Tricky baby.” Some girl purrs, sashaying up to us. She doesn’t even spare me a glance as she leans into him. Her big tits practically spill out of her leopard print top and if her pants get any tighter, they will need surgically removed. Her whore red fingernails dig into his tattooed arm with possession.

“Excuse me.” I glare at her, moving in close to my man, my new husband. Our rings aren’t even warm on our fingers yet. “Tricky?” I look into his deep brown eyes seeing

a change in him. He has an expression on his face that I’ve never seen before. My throat feels tight and I struggle to keep my composure. My stomach coils in response to his daggered glare.

The trashy woman snorts. “Just because you’re his old lady now, don’t mean shit. I had him last night, I’ll have him again tomorrow. You mean nothing,” she shrieks with laughter as though she has told the funniest joke ever.

I feel like I’ve just been punched in the gut. I back away from the man who vowed to love and protect me just moments ago with tears filling my eyes. Before I get too far from him, he grabs me roughly, squeezing my arm. I can already feel the deep contusion shaped like his fingerprints starting to take form. “Tricky, let me go, now,” I plead with him. “Just let me go. I can’t do this,” I let out in a broken sob as my heart shatters. Today was the happiest day of my life and now it is competing with the worst two. One—the day my mother was murdered and two—the day the first man I thought I loved betrayed me.

A hand flies at my face and my head whips to the side. Tricky backhands me so hard I almost fall over, but his grip on me keeps me upright. “Keep your mouth shut, bitch. Kitty, you know the rules, unless I give you permission you don’t talk to me or my woman, ever. Now gimmie that mouth and take off, I gotta go fuck my new wife.” His cruel crude words turn the walls of my stomach inside out. Each word slicing into my heart like razor blades. I feel faint. She leans into him, her body touching mine as she does and lays one on him. A sloppy wet kiss that nails the coffin shut that holds what love I felt for this man. He bites her bottom lip and squeezes her ass. My husband is making out with another woman right in front of me. What happened to the Tricky from an hour ago? The man who said I was the love of his life. The man who made love to me and made a life with me. The man who promised he would never hurt me. That he was different than the rest.

It’s in this moment I know I made the biggest mistake of my life. I look down at my hand, at the ring he slid onto my finger only minutes ago, it’s meaningless. Thoughts of running enter my mind but Tricky keeps a firm grip on my wrist. I’ll have another bruise later. I feel like I am in a bad dream that I can’t escape. I’ve always heard women talk before about relationships like this, the ones where, while they’re dating their men are sweet and kind, but the second they say I Do it’s like a switch goes off and they are a totally different person. Never thought it would happen to me. Never thought I could be stupid enough not to see through bullshit.

Minutes later, I’m on his bike, hanging on so I don’t fall off the back, trying to think of a way to get out of this. I don’t want to live this life. I can’t be with a man who thinks this is okay. I swore I’d never be with a man like my father and now look at me. I married the first bastard who gave me an ounce of attention and affection.

The second the front door shuts I’m on the floor, and a boot connects to my ribs.

“Don’t ever fuckin’ speak to me like that again.” He unzips his pants, forcing me to my stomach, and rips my underwear away once my dress is lifted up.

“Stop, please, Tricky, don’t do this.” I cry and try to scramble away. “You could hurt the baby,” I remind him of the life we created, hoping our child will bring back the man that I thought I married. My hand goes to my stomach protectively.

Bringing up the baby only seems to make him angrier and more aggressive. He grabs my hair, pulling my head up, and slamming it back down into the floor. Blood spurts from my nose. “Scream, that’s it. Good girl,” he says as he rams his cock into me, over and over again. “You’re mine, forever.” He growls, as he roughly plows into me.

When he’s through with me he stands up and gives me a disgusted look. My eyes are swelling shut from all the tears I have cried. I shakily get up off the floor and sway into the wall trying to catch my balance. Nausea consumes me as I rush to the kitchen and throw up in the sink.

“Clean that shit up, take a shower, then come to bed. We ain’t done fuckin’ yet,” Tricky says, grabbing the back of my neck, giving me a squeeze. “It’s my wedding night after all.” He lets out a laugh, so evil I can feel it in my bones.

I escaped one hell, only to end up in another.

What the fuck have I done?

Chapter 1

Grady

“Prospect, get behind the bar, ol’ Rusty got sick, he ain’t comin’ in tonight.” Prez tells me, and I nod. This sucks. I was lookin’ forward to the bang party. The fuckin’ Blue Devils are here, and those fucks party hard. Half the time when women find out they’re gonna be here, this place is packed wall to wall, bitches just waiting for their chance to fuck a biker.

Now I’m gonna miss most of the action, and I’ll probably get stuck with someone’s sloppy seconds. Perfect. As a prospect, I pretty much just take whatever I can get, hopefully I can fully patch in soon—earn my cut and be able to fuck any bitch in this place I want.

The party is in full swing, and Wrecker, the new VP of the Blue Devils has women panting after him. One bitch even ripped her clothes off and begged him to take her. Lucky fuck.

I watch him lead three bitches down the back hall.

“Prospect, you can go enjoy now, everyone can just grab their own shit.”

I nod and grab the first woman I can and drag her down the hall. I pass Wrecker as I go, he’s got a bitch suckin’ his cock, while he sits back and watches another woman that’s eatin’ out another bitch. I’m gonna cum in my jeans before I get any of my own action. Fuck.

He looks up and grins at me. “You can join in, I don’t stick my dick in strange cunt, my Old Lady would cut it off, you may as well get some use outta these bitches. I’m about done here.”

My eyes widen. He seriously doesn’t fuck other bitches?

“You seriously don’t fuck around?” I ask him completely shocked. How is that possible?

He shakes his head. “If you knew my old lady, you would be scared too. I have it good at home, I’ll never fuck that up again. You want a real good time, should hit up the diner about forty miles out, waitress there is stacked as fuck. Hot pussy, huge tits. Almost had my cock in that cunt once, but I missed my chance. You should check her out.” His advice about the big titted waitress has my cock aching. I might have to pay that place and that bitch a visit.

His eyes close and the bitch sucking him off starts to gag and some of his cum leaks out of her mouth. He yanks the bitch that just finished sucking him off up by the hair. “I’m done, gotta hit the hay and ride out first thing. Ladies, thanks for the fun, but this prospect here needs some action. Milk the fucker dry.” Wrecker gives me a wink and walks out.