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  You Kill Me

  Glenna Maynard & Dawn Martens

  You Kill Me Dawn Martens & Glenna Maynard © 2019

  This is a work of fiction. Names characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, business, establishments, locals or events is entirely coincidental. Any reference to real events, business, organizations or locals is intended only to give the fiction a sense of realism and authenticity. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means – electronic, mechanical, photographic (photocopying), recording, or otherwise – without prior permission in writing from the author.

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  You Kill Me

  Killer is good at one thing—killing. Tasked with capturing a dangerous woman wanted by the club he’s prospecting for he’s willing to do whatever it takes to bring her in.

  With a target on her back, Trinity does what she must to survive. She’s a cold-blooded killer who will take out anyone who gets in her way. When a hitman comes to collect his dues, the last thing she expects is to catch feelings for the guy, but Killer isn’t just anyone. Like her, he has a taste for blood and when their paths cross all bets are off.

  Dear Reader,

  This is not for the faint hearted or for those looking for a love story. You Kill Me is gritty, dark, and twisted. These characters are sick and unstable. They aren’t heroes or hell even good people. Their souls are black and tainted but they have a story to tell. Read it if you dare. This is your only chance to turn back.

  Glenna and Dawn

  Dedication

  To all the sick and twisted fucks out there.

  Just kidding.

  To all the hardcore readers with no limits who want their books unsafe as fuck.

  Contents

  Blurb

  Dear Reader

  Dedication

  Prologue

  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

  Epilogue

  About Dawn

  About Glenna

  Prologue

  Five years ago

  Trinity

  I strut around the stage once more, eyeing Blaze, the club president, the man who pulled the trigger to the gun that left a bullet in my sister’s head. His Old lady is a grade A bitch, so I don’t even give a flying fuck what I’m about to do.

  Getting off stage, Gumdrop starts to come over with a robe, and I wave her off, making my way to Blaze. “Hey there, handsome,” I purr into his ear, leaning down to rub his cock through his pants.

  “Well, fuck, bring that cunt down on this cock, baby,” he tells me gruffly, yanking me down to sit on him.

  I look up and see Nadia, my bestie wink, as she makes an announcement that the club is now closed for a private party. Fucking right it is.

  Blaze cups my breast, and bites down on my nipple. I may hate this man but can’t deny that this shit feels good.

  When I was ten years old this bastard right here killed my older sister. She may have been a disposable club whore to him, but I loved Katrina in my own fucked up way. She took a wrong turn and fell for the wrong asshole. That choice got her killed. Today I take my revenge. It’s taken me fifteen years to get to this day.

  “Why don’t we take this someplace private? Let me show you a good time, daddy.”

  “Daddy?” He smirks and strokes his greying beard. “Sounds good.” He smacks my ass, and I pop up to lead him right where I want him. Blaze won’t leave this joint alive.

  Walking past my other girls as they start grinding down on a few brother’s cocks, I smirk. This almost seems to easy, but I ain’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Opening the door to one of our private rooms he follows me inside.

  “Take a seat, handsome.” I tell him, as I take a quick look around making sure my knives are where I placed them earlier. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock out as he sits on the couch. Walking to the stereo, I turn it on and give him a small show, so I don’t have to do much work to make his cock hard. The less time I touch that cock the better. And before I fully take him out, I’m gonna get something out of it.

  Precum leaks from the tip as I slide my panties off, giving Blaze a full view of my cunt. “Fuck, need that pretty cunt to sit right here,” he growls at me as he gives his cock a rough tug. He rolls on a condom and continues to stroke himself.

  My hands on his shoulders I do as he wants, sinking onto him. This is the position I need. Fuck yeah, if I didn’t hate this fucker, I’d keep him around a little longer, just for this. Thick, long, and fills me just right.

  His hands tighten on my hips as I feel my orgasm coming on. “Hurry up, handsome, or I’m finishing without you,” I tell him, out of breath. Those words must snap at him like a whip, because it happens, he roars as he cums inside me.

  With him drowsy I lean over him, my tits against his chest and grab the knives I have hidden just behind him. While he’s still panting away from being drained, I move, slamming the knives into both sides of his neck.

  Eyes widening in surprise as he gurgles blood. “Remember me yet, you old fuck? This is payback for Kat.” Realization dawns on him at who I am.

  “They’ll kill you,” he stutters and slurs, as the life drains out of him.

  I smile. “Well, they can try.” I get off him, tug my panties off the floor, and slip them back on. Going to the side panel of the room I hit the keypad that opens a wall, revealing a closet and take out my clothes and cut. My patch clearly showing I’m the president of the club and notice Blaze’s eyes growing again.

  Once all my guns and knives are secure, I go back to him, yanking his head back, almost lifeless looking, I lean down and give him a sloppy kiss. “At least you died while getting the cum drained outta ya, what a way to go, huh?” I laugh as I let his head go and it falls forward.

  Walking out of the room I notice it’s loud, and I smirk. They started early. Taking my favorite Glock from the back of my pants I point it to the ceiling and fire.

  “Blazing Demons MC, welcome to my club, you can either get the fuck out and move on from this night, or I’ll happily make sure you end up like your President.” I kiss the barrel of my gun and smile.

  The men look pissed at being held at gun point by a bunch of mostly naked women. “Do I know you?” one of the men looks at me, eyes narrowed. I recognize him as Big Pete, but Kat always called him Petey, seemed to be the only guy that actually treated her with respect, and he used to buy me toys when Mom or Kat didn’t have the money. He was the only father figure I ever had really, even though it wasn’t long having him around. Not once she died. So fuck him.

  “Oh, Petey? Is that you?” I mock in a little girl’s voice, and his eyes widen. “You should remember me, you fuck. You helped murder my siste
r. Y’all are lucky my only goal was to kill the man who truly deserved it, otherwise you’d be in that room with him too. Now, we’re even. So how about you boys tuck your dicks away and get the fuck out of my club.” I fire a warning shot into the ceiling.

  A brave but stupid mother fucker pulls gun, but Nadia kills him before he can pull the trigger.

  The men remaining aren’t quite as dumb.

  The bastards leave, but not before Petey gives me one last look, a look that clearly states he’s not done talking to me.

  Oh joy.

  “You know, this might not be over,” Nadia tells me, as the other girl start cleaning up.

  I shrug. “For tonight it is. Starting tomorrow we’ll start training harder, maybe take on some new prospects and get that deal finalized with the mafia. The next time we see them, we shoot first, ask questions later.”

  Nadia smirks at me. “Always knew you were a crazy bitch. Ready to get outta here?”

  “Damn right, only good thing besides killing that old fucker was his cock.”

  Nadia laughs as we strut out the door.

  She’s right though.

  I know this isn’t over.

  But I’ll be ready.

  Chapter 1

  Present

  Killer

  “Yo, Prospect. Pres wants to see you in his office,” Odie tells me, rounding the bar as I finish cleaning up.

  I’ve been prospecting in this damn place for months, doing anything I fucking can to earn my cut. Only dumb fuck Odie still calls me Prospect, even after earning the nickname Killer. Got it for the fact that I ain’t afraid to do what I gotta do. Men, women whoever, I ain’t got no fucking boundaries, except little kids. You’d think that shit alone would have earned me my cut by now. I spent three years locked up for these bastards in a drug deal gone wrong. I was promised my patch the minute I got out but here I am months later after my release still fuckin’ waiting.

  I give the bastard a chin lift and walk to Pres’s office. I knock on his door and step into the room. “Killer, how would you like to finally earn that cut of yours?” he greets me the second I enter, his hands behind his head as Legs gives him a blowjob.

  Lifting a brow, I grin. “Been fuckin’ ready for a while now,” I tell him as I take a seat in front of his desk.

  “Good.” He grunts as he finishes on Legs’ face. “Get cleaned up, you’re needed by my old lady to babysit the kids in thirty,” he barks at her. “Now, where was I?” he questions, shoving his dick in his jeans and straightens at his desk.

  “Earning my cut.”

  Pres smirks. “Right, it might be a little hard for ya, but who knows, you surprise me at every turn. This job will require you to head north, some bumfuck town in the middle of nowhere. You might have heard of the club up there? Sisters of Flames? Bunch of pussy ass bitches who think they can be bikers.” He snorts. “Now, the shit I need you to do is quite simple. Bring me their president.”

  I stare at him, waiting for more. “And? Is that it? Simple enough.” I shrug.

  He shakes his head. “Heard this bitch was fierce. I doubt it will be so simple. And when I say bring her to me, I want her broken. Beat her, stab her, rape her, don’t give a fuck. But she’s to come back with a pulse.” His face is dark, menacing, making me wonder if something more is going on with this bitch than he’s telling me.

  I stand up as he hands over some papers. Giving it a quick scan, I memorize the location and hand it back. “What’s my deadline?”

  “Six days.”

  He hands me a photograph and my chest squeezes tight. The bitch is gorgeous. I wonder what ol’ Pres wants with her though. She doesn’t look lethal. She’s a pixie of a thing with light hair and big blue eyes. He snatches the picture back. “Now get out. Grab a bitch to fuck for the rest of the night. Ride out first thing tomorrow.”

  He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I leave his office and grab Millie. “You’re mine for the night.”

  “Whatever you want, stud.” She licks her lips and takes my hand. I don’t bother taking her to a room.

  “On your knees,” I growl, undoing my zipper. Like a good fucking slut, she does just that. “Open wide, bitch.” I grin stroking my cock. Millie looks up at me batting her false eyelashes. It’s not her face I imagine though. I think back on this hot as fuck bitch I was balls deep in last week. Picked her up at this bar about an hour from here. She had these nice tits that were perfect for sliding my dick between. I titty fucked the hell outta her and she loved it.

  I get harder just thinking about how wet she was for me. I slid right fucking in her hot cunt, just as I’m doing now with Millie’s mouth. I planned on seeing her again, but shit happened and when she asked me to choke her, I got carried away. Choked the life right outta her right as I was cummin’. I stared down at her dead eyes and felt a pang of regret. I’m not a complete bastard. I at least buried her with flowers in her hair. I glide in and out of Millie’s mouth faster and faster until my balls tighten. Her hand is up her skirt working her pussy. Fine by me because I don’t give a fuck if she gets hers or not. Pulling out I nut on her face spelling out cunt on her lips.

  “Lu.” I snap my fingers at one of the other whores. “Lick that shit off.” I wink. She grabs Millie by the jaw and slurps my cum right off the whore’s mouth, and I laugh, tucking my dick back in my jeans.

  “Where you going?” Lu questions.

  “Ridin’ out.” Bitch is fuckin’ stupid if she thinks I’d ever stick my cock in her old worn out pussy. Fuck that. It’s why Millie only got my dick in her mouth. I never fuck whores. Not chancing one of those nasty bitches trying to pin their bastards on me like they have my other club brothers. Fuck that shit. I only fuck random women I meet away from the club and with a condom every fucking time. I don’t want kids. I live in a fucked up world. No place for children or having a family life. All I need is a bad bitch I can fuck and share meals with when it suits me.

  “I thought we could play.” She pouts.

  “Play with yourself in traffic.”

  “Asshole,” she grumbles to Millie. “I wanted to ride his big dick.”

  “Bitch, you know he doesn’t fuck any of us. Mouths only. Maybe when he earns his cut, he might take my cunt, but he’s never strayed from his rules before. And don’t get desperate, Lu. It ain’t a good look on you.”

  I chuckle and go out the door to get on the road. There’s a pretty little cunt I’m gonna taste up north before I bring her back hog tied on the back of my bike.

  Chapter 2

  Trinity

  “You’re tense, baby.”

  “Don’t, Micha. You know I hate pet names and shit. Either get to licking and stickin’ me or get the fuck out.”

  He shakes his head. “I don’t fuckin’ get you, Trin. I’m a good man. All I want is to take care of you and make you happy.”

  “I told you. I’m not that kinda girl. I’m not built for monogamy and picket fences and shit.”

  He shakes his head. “Do you know how many women would love to be in your shoes?”

  “Plenty. I paid ten grand for these boots.” I smirk. “I went into business with your old man because it was lucrative. Not because I wanted to marry into the family.”

  His jaw clenches. “If I knock you up, would you marry me?”

  I almost snort, is this moron for real? Sure, Micah is gorgeous. Dark hair bright green eyes, He’s tall but not overly muscled. He looks damn good in a suit and on paper, yeah, we’d be a good match. I’m just not the marrying type. I like to fuck and shoot shit. I don’t want a family. I’ve never wanted that life. “Fuck that. If I got knocked up and an abortion failed, I’d drop the brat off to you. I don’t want no kids. This life, this world, fuck that.”

  His fingers work between my thighs under my miniskirt, and I let out a small moan. “Last night I fucked this bitch at a diner outside of town, huge tits,” he tells me, like I give a fuck.

  “Blonde? Body to die for?” I moan again when a finger sl
ips inside of me and makes a come here motion.

  “Fuck yeah, perfect cock sucking mouth. Them tits were the best thing on her though. Was shocked as fuck how tight her cunt was.” This is the shit that gets me wet. I picture him with her now. Those big tits begging to be sucked.

  I smirk at him as he waits for my reaction. He wants me to be jealous. How cute. “I’ve fucked her too, and agreed, perfect tits.” Never been much into pussy eating, but that bitch, hot as hell. It shocked the fuck out of me when I got wet looking at her tits. I stuck around after her shift and followed her back to her place. Still ain’t a fan of eating pussy, but I wouldn’t mind going back to her again. The woman could do things with her tongue. Things I want to repeat. Wetness slides down my thighs as he continues to finger fuck me harder.

  “I know you did. It’s why I went there. Thing is, Trin, I want you all to myself.” His fingers come off my pussy, moving to my neck, tightening around my throat, and making it hard to breathe. “The second I shot my load on the bitch’s tits, I shoved my gun up her cunt and pulled the trigger.” Panic sets in as he squeezes harder. “I’ll keep doing that shit, to anyone that fucking looks at or touches you, until the only one left is me. You’re mine, Trin. Fucking mine. You’re a real bad bitch, but it’s going to be you and me, baby. Nobody fucks my bitch.”

  Any excitement I was feeling is long gone. My pussy dries up like a fuckin’ desert. Fuck him. I’m not down with this shit. He doesn’t own me. No man ever will. I do who I want when I fuckin’ want.

  “Fuck you, Micah.”

  “Oh, I’m going to fuck you, sweetheart.” He loosens slightly and lines his dick up, shoving it inside my dry cunt. This mother fucker. “Like this bitch? Like it when I force you, while you struggle to breathe?”

  I push at his chest. “I hate you.”

  “Yeah, you hate me so bad, don’t you?” He pumps in and out of me and my body betrays me, giving in to his fucked up affection. “You fuckin’ love me and my cock.”