You Wreck Me (The Prospect Series Book 1) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Epilogue 1

  Epilogue 2

  Tittle Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Acknowledgements

  Blurb

  Exclusive Look

  Dear Reader

  About Glenna

  About Dawn

  You Wreck Me

  The Prospect Series

  Book 1

  Glenna Maynard

  &

  Dawn Martens

  © 2017 Glenna Maynard & Dawn Martens

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  Cover Art and Formatting by Glenna Maynard

  You Wreck Me is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Please do not take offence to the content, as it is FICTION.

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  Dedication

  For lovers of true grit stories that don’t hold back and make you want to throw your kindle.

  -Glenna and Dawn

  Acknowledgments

  Glenna’s

  To the best friend- Dawn, I had the best time writing this crazy ass book with you and look forward to collaborating on many more.

  Michelle what can I say I adore you and you put up with me rock star xx

  To all my rebels thank you for your continued support!

  Dawn’s

  To my bestest friend in the universe – G-baby. This book was a blast to write. We loved and giggled, and evil laughed the whole way through. This book practically wrote itself, never a dull moment! Can’t wait for more books in this series, to see how far we can truly take our evil brains

  To those who beta read – You rock! Thanks for your input and thoughts!

  And for the readers who love us – thank you for standing by and reading us, no matter what type of a books we throw at you.

  Dear Reader,

  Please remember that this book isn’t roses and rainbows, it is one of pure grit. If you’re looking for a girl meets sexy biker and they live happily ever after story this isn’t it. We make you work for your HEA. The Prospect Series books are all standalone books each focusing on a new prospect in a different club.

  Glenna and Dawn xx

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Epilogue 1

  Epilogue 2

  Tittle Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Acknowledgements

  Blurb

  Exclusive Look

  Dear Reader

  About Glenna

  About Dawn

  You Wreck Me

  Harlee

  I had no choice but to call my father, Demon, president of the Blue Devils MC, when I realized someone was following me. I had walked away from him and his outlaw lifestyle five years ago along with the man who had wrecked my heart. When I looked up to see my protector on his motorcycle I wasn’t expecting it to be Wrecker. He was the last man I ever wanted to lay eyes on again. I had warned him if I ever saw him again I would shoot off his d*ck and I meant it.

  Wrecker

  The run was supposed to be a simple one. Pick up the girl and take her to the hideout until it was safe to return her home. There was one problem, she was my ex, the daughter of my club president. She hated me for what I did to her, but I still loved her and I intended on making her mine again. No matter what it costs me.

  This book is not intended for safe readers. It basically contains anything that will make you want to throw your e-reader so read it at your own risk.

  Chapter 1

  Wrecker

  “Fuck yeah, that’s it. Suck my cock. You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” I tell this bitch, Kristen, as I yank her head up and down by the nape of her neck, fucking her mouth. I’m supposed to be helping Porkbelly patch up a hole in this cunt’s roof, but with the way she was batting her lashes at me and licking her lips I knew she wanted to take a ride on the wild side. I was more than happy to oblige. She’s a snotty little bitch who probably hasn’t ever been with any man other than her husband. A bored housewife.

  I’m no fucking handyman though and neither is Porkbelly. We’re here on club business. Her pencildick husband owes our club, The Blue Devils MC, money. Too fucking much money. The slippery fucker has been giving us the slip for two months, but that ends today. After tracking his wife’s browsing history online, our man, Hacker, found out that she was looking for someone to make repairs to their roof. We rented a truck and conveniently pretended to be working on a house that was foreclosed on across the street. As soon as the dumb whore spotted us she was begging us to take on her job.

  I slide my cock in and out of her puckered mouth as her tongue glides up and down my shaft, nearly hitting the back of her throat each time. She’s so damn hungry for my dick. Fucking eage
r, working me like I’m paying her for it.

  Tears leak from the corner of her eyes and her mascara runs down her cheeks. Fucking beautiful. Picture perfect. I hear the slamming of a car door. It’s show time and I’m ready to cum.

  Kristen is so into my dick she doesn’t even hear her husband come through the door but I do and I am fucking ready for him. Porkbelly’s fat ass is probably still up on the roof pretending he knows how to fix the Goddamned thing. Doesn’t matter. I don’t need his ass. I pull out my .45 with a silencer from the back of my work pants, Dickies to be exact and have it cocked and ready.

  “Honey, I see that you found someone to fix the roof,” he calls out and Kristen then hears him. Staring bright eyed at me, the dumb bitch tries to pull away but I don’t let her. Oh no, Reggie boy is gonna see what a whore he married right before I blow his brains out.

  His wife is down her knees in front of me on their hardwood bedroom floor in their moderate middle-class home. I grip her head and slam to the back of her throat. “Don’t you stop now, bitch.”

  She blinks but doesn’t fucking stop working me. Skillful fingers coil around my balls and her thumb brushes the spot that separates them from my asshole. I tense, ready to fucking blow in more ways than one.

  Reggie walks into the bedroom and observes me with my cock in hand beating the angry, spurting beast across his wife’s lips…Cumming all over her swollen mouth. Then he notices the gun I have trained on him and holds his hands up. The dumb bastard took three kilos of cocaine from Demon, and instead of selling the shit, the dumbass partied it away with whores and hasn’t paid back a damn dollar.

  “Please, man. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

  Porkbelly steps into the room at his back with another gun pressed to his temple. “Damn right you will. Demon has a message for you.”

  The pussy motherfucker starts crying. “Oh God, don’t kill me. You can have my wife. Do whatever you want with her. Just don’t kill me.”

  “What!” She jumps to her feet as she shrieks. Her fake tits are on full display and my cum is dripping down her chin; looks like hot white wax is running off her lips. I love it. Makes me hard all over again.

  I laugh manically. “Sorry. Already had my fill of her. Kiss your husband goodbye, Kristen.”

  The whore does it. She goes right over to him and full on kisses the motherfucker, smearing my soldiers on his lips. Then she spits on him. This bitch is crazy. I might just take her back to the club, Demon would get a real kick out of her. And there is always a demand for fresh pussy at the clubhouse.

  “I knew I never should have married you,” she yells at him again. “My mother was right about you. No good for nothing!”

  “Shut the fuck up, you dumb cunt.” Her eyes narrow on me but she stays quiet. “Want to give your lips a lick, Reggie? I taste motherfuckin’ good. Bet you’d get down on your knees and suck me too, wouldn’t you? Ask your bitch,” I goad him.

  “Fuck, man. That shit ain’t right. I told you do what you want with the bitch.”

  “Nah.” I grab my nuts with my free hand. “Fun’s over.” I nod at Porkbelly and he moves out from behind Reggie. Then we pull our triggers. My bullet takes out Reggie and his takes out the cunt. I’m almost sorry to see her go.

  Pulling out my burner phone, I call in the cleanup crew. Stepping over the bodies I see the bitch’s lifeless eyes are wide open staring up at me. Bending down, I brush my fingers over her eyelids. “RIP, sweetheart,” I whisper and light up a smoke.

  Chapter 2

  Harlee

  My dad. I don’t want to call him, but I know I must. There’s been a car tailing me since I left work. I’m not dumb enough to think that just because I cut him out of my life that it means his club doesn’t still put me at risk. I used to think my dad was the greatest man I knew. but then I found out that he cheated on my mom and had other kids besides me with women he called clubwhores. He said they were nothing to him, the women that is, but that doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that growing up I thought my parents had this awesome marriage, and they didn’t. Their marriage was a façade. A lie my father and mother created. My mom knew about the other women, said it was part of the life when you were married to an outlaw biker. But when she found out about the kids she killed herself. I will never forgive him for that.

  Everything changed the moment I walked into the clubhouse looking for my dad. I needed some money for a new pair of shoes. If he would have just let me get a job, maybe I would have still been living the fantasy of the perfect father. I remember walking to the back office and the door was open, I didn’t think anything about knocking. I’d never knocked before, I was the princess here. When I walked in, I was in shock. There he was, my father, the man I thought was the best man in the world, fucking one of the club whores on his leather couch. I couldn’t believe it.

  “What the fuck, daddy!” I screech. I grab anything I can get my hands on from his desk and start throwing the items at the couple on the couch. “How could you do this? To mom, to me?”

  “Princess,” dad pleads as he moves off the cunt, pulling up his pants in the process.

  I shudder at the sight, and pull my gun from the back of my jeans; dad taught me how to shoot. I’m almost a better shot than he is, so when he sees me point it at the skank he quickly moves from the couch and hides behind his desk. Fucking coward.

  She starts screaming and begging for me to not pull the trigger, but I don’t care. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know he was married!” Bullshit, everyone in this fucking town knows he’s married. I shoot her, right in the chest, and watch the blood drain out of her. I don’t feel satisfied though. I’m not sure what I feel as her lifeless eyes stare back at me.

  Movement at my back makes me aware that the rest of the club is probably watching me right now. Of course, his lackeys would come running at the sound of gunfire. Of course, they weren’t supposed to let me in without asking my father, but I guess he was too busy to be bothered. Someone’s head will roll for this but it won’t be mine.

  “Come on, Princess, put the gun the down.” I hear Ash, the club’s enforcer, plead from behind me.

  “Fuck that.” I swing my gun around and my gaze lands on my father. “I hate you, I hate you so much!” I scream and before I can fire the gun again, Ash grabs it from me. “Fuck you, Ash. I fucking hate you, all of you!”

  “Princess, come on. Just talk to us, please.”

  I push past him and storm out of the clubhouse. After that I never looked at my father the same way ever again.

  That was the first and only time I ever killed someone. The moment I realized that the kids at school who always bullied me were actually my fucking siblings, I wanted to kill my dad even more. They were always told they weren’t allowed to say anything to me about our dad. They never even spent any time with him either, which made them resentful, hateful bastards who took their frustrations out on me. Whenever they would see me with my parents, all happy and smiling, the bullying was worse the next day at school. All of this was my dad’s fault. I was livid when I found out about his cheating, but the moment I found out about the other kids, I hated him more than anything. Spent the next eight months before my eighteenth birthday giving him the silent treatment. I knew it was killing him; I went from a daddy’s girl, to hating him more than anything in the world. Everything at home got worse once mom found out about those kids too; apparently that wasn’t part of the deal she had with dad. I didn’t get it. What did she think was gonna happen when he kept fucking other women? Her finding out led to extreme depression, and I found her in her bathtub, with her wrists slit. Losing her was hard. I felt as though I had lost both my parents. I almost broke and talked to my dad at the funeral, considering he was so upset. However, when I had to speak at the gravesite, I looked into his eyes, and very loudly said, ‘Mom’s death is Demon’s fault. He should be lying in that grave instead.’ Pain spread over his face in that moment, and he staggered slightly, almost falling at my words. I�
��ve never once called him anything other than dad or daddy, him hearing me call him Demon probably hurt more than saying he should be dead instead of mom. His pain made me happy. I wanted him to suffer.

  Now here I am years later, on the road, on my way home from work, scared out of my mind that Demon did something, and now I’m the one who is caught in the fucking crossfire.

  I am afraid to pull off anywhere. If whoever is following me has bad dealings with my dad they won’t hesitate in grabbing me or worse, killing me. I use the hands-free feature on my steering wheel that allows me to dial my dad without touching my phone.

  “Harlee, is that you, Princess?” My dad’s hopeful voice answers. It’s almost as if he knew I would be calling.

  “Yeah, it’s me. I’m being followed,” I inform him.

  He breathes heavily into the line and curses under his breath. “Are you sure?”

  “Would I call you otherwise?” Even though it has been years since we have spoken, I know he keeps tabs on me. When I first moved away, he had a security detail on me but eventually they slacked off. I was thought I was doing good and feeling like maybe I was finally free of that whole biker lifestyle, but what they say is true—no one leaves and lives to tell about it. Why should I have thought I would be special.

  “Guess not. What kind of car is it?”

  “A black sedan. Blacked out windows. They are staying two cars back but they have been with me since I left work. I even took a few odd turns to be sure.” I was sure I was being paranoid, but when I took Circle Road and doubled back to my workplace and they were still behind me, I knew my suspicions were true.

  “I know. I taught ya well.” He taught me a lot of things. I wish I could say most of them were good, but they weren’t. I thought he was really something, but it turned out he was a piece of shit polished up in chrome and leather.

  “What do I do?” Years ago, I would have drove straight to the clubhouse and into the arms of his men. Men who loved and adored me. Men who swore they would always protect me, but they aren’t any better than he is. They all follow his rule and his way of life. I had thought one guy was different, but he proved to be even worse than my old man. Another lesson learned the hard way. Hard seems to be the only way I know.