You Break Me (The Prospect 2)

Once in my room, I peel back the blankets and climb into bed. No sooner than my head hits the pillow, I hear Tricky’s motorcycle speeding down the driveway.

I quickly get up to meet him at the door, it’s a requirement he has, which is stupid. Especially on the nights he comes home with other women.

“Well, look, it’s my wife,” he says as he walks in with his arm around another woman’s waist. She has cheaply dyed blonde hair with two-inch black roots. Her lipstick is hot pink and smeared on her thin lips. The rail thin woman is wearing a red spandex dress that barely covers her ass. God, she is pure trash, but Tricky doesn’t care what he drags home with him.

“Tricky.” Is all I reply.

His eyes narrow on my face as he waits for me to go to him. Doesn’t matter if he brings home another woman home with him to fuck, I’m to always kiss him the moment he walks in the door. I look to the woman standing in his arms and she looks at me with pity, and also a bit of smugness. How women like her can live with themselves I will never know.

I lean into him, my breasts also touching her as I kiss him. The moment his tongue finds its way into my mouth I want to throw up. He tastes as if he just cunt munched. I pull back and wipe my mouth with my hand.

“Do I taste good sweetie?” the woman asks. This fucking cunt.

My eyes narrow on her. “No love lost here, sweetie. I’d rather it be you than me. Just keep it down, would you? My daughter is sleeping.”

My head whips to the side, realizing my mistake. “I’m sorry,” I whisper to Tricky.

“Lose the fuckin’ attitude, if I want Taylor loud, she’ll be loud. And Fuck the kid. She should hear all the noise she can, she’s gotta learn about fuckin’ soon. She’s eleven, she’ll be fuckin soon anyways, once she starts bleeding.”

My stomach shrinks, dread filling my whole body. Even Taylor looks shocked he just said those words. “I should go,” she says quietly.

I see her cringe as he tightens his hold on her. “You ain’t fuckin’ leaving now. You came here on my bike, you don’t leave until I say so. I’

m ready to fuck you now and I’m gonna.”

The woman’s eyes go wide, and she looks scared as she starts to struggle. “Let me go!” She shouts.

I step back quickly, knowing what’s going to happen. She won’t be the first woman Tricky has raped in this house. Not only is he a bastard, but his brother, also his VP, is the chief of police. He gets away with shit every damn time. Taylor screams and struggles as Tricky throws her over his shoulder and stomps up to our bedroom. The door slams, it doesn’t take long until I hear the cries and screams of her being raped.

I run up the stairs to Sophia’s room and quietly open her door and go in. Finding her sound silencing headphones before she wakes up, I slide them over her ears. This isn’t a new routine, and I fucking hate that it’s basically a standard in this home.

Fucking Tricky.

One day, I’ll kill the Goddamned demon.

One day when I have the strength to do it.

Chapter 7

Grady

I pull up outside the club hoping Nikki is working tonight. Been thinking about her sweet pussy for days. I had some shit to do for the club that kept getting in the way of my coming here sooner. Then there is Susan’s cunt ass. Bitch has already moved in and acting like we’re married. She says she don’t give a fuck what I do as long as I practice safe sex and don’t get anyone knocked up behind her back. Says being raised around the Jacks Devils she knows her place is to look pretty on my arm and do what is expected of her. As long as she doesn’t give me no shit the arrangement just might be unformidable. I don’t have high expectations other than her being ready to suck my dick when I get home and stay out of my way.

I walk into the low-lit smoke-filled strip club called The Honeypot. First thing I do is go by the bar and order a beer. Tricky makes a killing on drinks alone. Fucking bastard charges twelve bucks a drink.

I walk around the club, checking out the dancers on the platforms and stages, not seeing my girl anywhere. I don’t want to draw attention to myself by asking questions, so I grab a seat near the mainstage and wait. A few flabby asses later she takes to the stage looking like my walking breathing fantasy come to life dressed as an angel of death with black wings extended from the back of her bra. I see shock and panic register on her face when our gazes meet. I wink and her lips twitch fighting a smile. The Hills plays through the sound system and right now it feels as though we are the only two people in this world. I’m mesmerized by the fluid way Nikki dances. Her set goes on longer than I like, but she’s the moneymaker. It’s evident by the hordes of men circling the stage like vultures and slinging twenties at the stage.

She loses her bra and tosses it directly at me. I catch the black lace material midair and some fucker tries to snatch it out of my hand. I cold cock him in the fucking nose watching him go down hard. A bouncer gives me a warning and I shrug as he and another guy drags the stupid bastard out the back door and tosses him to the dumpsters.

Distracted by the bullshit, I miss Nikki leaving the stage and have no choice but to wait for her to come to me. Forty minutes go by and I am about to say fuck it and go but then a woman wearing a blonde wig taps me on the shoulder. “Hey, cry baby. Someone said you want to get spanked like the bad little bedwetter that you are.”

I blink at her in confusion then laugh seeing that it’s Nikki trying to disguise her appearance. She’s wearing heavy makeup, and this cropped blonde wig that makes her look so damn different.

“Lead the way, sweetheart. You can tie me up, spank me, bite me…whatever you like but I’m not wearing no fucking diaper.”

“Tricky is here tonight and he’s watching,” she warns under her breath.

My spine stiffens as I follow her down the dark hallway to the age play playroom.