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  “Let me think a minute. Goddamnit.”

  He goes quiet.

  “You still have your gun I gave you? Drive to the courthouse and park next to a police car.”

  “Yes,” I hiss. After I shot the clubwhore, Ash took my gun and refused to give it back, until I was out of the clubhouse compound. I’m never without my gun.

  I laugh without humor. “You want me to go the cops?”

  “No, I want you to appear to. Park your car but don’t shut it off and do not get out. Lock your doors and have your gun close by just in case. I’m sending one of my men to get you.”

  “Great.” I groan and want to protest but I know my dad will protect me. No matter the costs.

  Pulling down my visor, I pretend to be checking my hair, but I am really scoping out my mirrors to see where that fucking tail went to.

  Chapter 3

  Wrecker

  “Yo, Wrecker.”

  I look up from mopping the Goddamned floor to see Briggs staring at me, smirking with his arms folded across his broad chest. “What?”

  “Pres wants you in his office.” I tense and cup the back of my neck with my free hand. I can already tell this won’t be good by that shit eating grin he’s wearing. Cocky bastard.

  “When?”

  “Ten minutes ago. Better run, you're already late.” He laughs.

  “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. I throw the mop at him and he chuckles harder. Bastard. Fuck. Damn. Shit. What did I do this time? Hope I didn’t fuck a bitch I wasn’t supposed to. I got a thing for married women. They don’t expect hearts and flowers. They are just lonely bitches who are in need of a good fuck. That’s how I got my name. I’m a homewrecker... I guess you could say I’m the club stud.

  I make my way down the hall to the back office where the Pres handles his private affairs. It’s the one room that is off limits to everyone. Especially a prospect like me. I knock on the heavy oak door once then two quick taps just as we are trained to do.

  “It’s open,” Demon calls from the other side of the door.

  I go in and ask, “You wanted to see me.”

  “Close the door and hurry the fuck up. Time is of the essence. I don’t know why it took you so damn long to drag your ass in here, but I have a job that needs done now.” He slams his fists down on his desk. Demon is one scary ass motherfucker. He looks exactly like his name suggests an ugly fucker from the pits of hell. Pockmarks cover his face and the top of his head is tattooed to look like a brain that has been split open. Skull rings adorn his fingers along with the letters spelling out hell’s fury on his knuckles.

  “What’s up?” I scoot my chair closer to his desk as he leans forward.

  “You want to fully patch in?”

  “What kind of question is that? Sure as fuck do.” I’ve been a prospect for too fucking long. He’s been punishing my ass for years. A weaker man would have thrown in the towel years ago, but not me. I’m a lifer.

  “Got a package you need to pick up. You can’t tell anyone about it. I need you to take it to The Stable and stay put. You deliver my goods no matter the goddamn costs. I mean it, you kill any piece of shit that stands in the way.” He cracks his knuckles and lights up a cigar.

  “No problem. You can count on me.”

  “Good.” He reaches into the top drawer of his desk. Then he hands me a cheap ass burner phone. “You will only talk to me once you leave here. I will call you. You don’t call me. Feel me?”

  “I feel you.”

  “I’m counting on you. You did good exterminating that fucking cocksucker, Reggie. Don’t let me down, boy. Directions and instructions to the location and for retrieving the package are in the messages. Once you complete this, I’ll patch you in.”

  I nod and get the fuck outta dodge. I’m not wasting a minute. I’ve been trying to patch in for five fucking years. I did everything I was told to do without complaint. Even destroying the one thing that meant the world to me. But, with the club comes setbacks, I only hope that I can fix it one day.

  Earning my patch in will be step one.

  Getting her back is my ultimate goal, and one I refuse to fail at.

  Chapter 4

  Harlee

  My phone is about to die, since I had to wait over a damn hour for some club member to come to me, I’ve just been playing games. I forgot my car charger so now I am bored and eager to get out of this damn car. I’m tired and want to take a long hot bubble bath and relax with a good stiff drink. It’s been one hell of a day. I also need to go to the damn bathroom, but that stupid car was parked down the street, just watching me, and no way was I going to give the guy a chance to grab me.

  I roll my neck and rub my shoulders feeling stiff. If this guy doesn’t come soon, I’ll take my chances and head home. I wish I hadn’t even called my old man. That car got tired of waiting too and left twenty minutes ago, although I suppose they could have changed spots while I was occupied on my cell phone.

  I hear the sound of a bike coming and shut my phone off as he parks beside me. I look out my window as he takes his helmet off and instantly I freeze.

  “You have go to be fucking kidding me,” I mutter to myself as I take in all six feet five inches and two hundred plus pounds of tattooed muscle. He sent fucking Wrecker after me? Does he not remember my promise to shoot his dick off if I ever saw this guy again? Is this a cruel joke?

  “Princess?” His eyes go wide as he looks at me. They are just as I remember; deep green with flecks of gold. He has more tattoos than I remember. They snake up both his arms now in full sleeves. I would think it were sexy on anyone but him. I hate him. A hand rakes through his dark hair and then he scratches his goatee. I can’t help but laugh to myself though when I don’t see the club’s insignia on his neck. If he were a full patched member there would be a blue devil on his throat. I wonder what the story is behind that. Why did my dad send him if he’s only a prospect? But surely, he isn’t still prospecting. Did he leave the club? Nah, I know better than that. He must be a prospect. I don’t know what to make of that. What in the hell did he do?

  Wrecker was my first boyfriend, my first love, my first time. He was my first everything. Until I found out he was fucking half the damn town we lived in, even the married ones. Of course, I didn’t believe the rumors, since the people who would tell me were my tormentors in the first place. It wasn’t until I saw him with my own eyes, fucking a recently married bitch named Marissa, that I knew the rumors were true.

  I know those kids only told me those things about Carter to hurt me, but it doesn’t stop me from following him tonight. I just want proof. If I find nothing, then I know I can shrug off those horrible rumors once and for all. When Carter first pursued me I flat out told him, I will never stand by a cheater like my mother did. And he promised me, he would only be with me.

  Only thing I hate about him is that he’s prospecting for my dad’s club, I wish he wouldn’t but he won’t listen to me. Only good thing about prospecting is it takes two years to patch in. At any time, he could just say ‘no thanks’ and walk away.

  I stop behind a big tree, watching Carter walk to the trailer in the open space. I see him knock, and then the door opens. Marissa Dagot stands there in nothing but her underwear. Her panties don’t even match her bra. What the fuck is going on? I feel as if I’m watching everything in slow motion. He grabs her by the waist and brings her in for a kiss as she wraps herself around him. Her legs are wrapped around my man’s waist and he’s kissing her. Didn’t that bitch just get married?

  I can’t breathe. Tears spring to my eyes as my chest aches. I’m going to kill them both.

  As the door closes, instead of running away, I punish myself by going up to the window and peek inside. There he is, sitting on her fucking couch with his cock inside her ugly twat. She’s not even pretty. I wouldn’t fuck her with Jachin’s dick and I hate him. He’s the one who was spreading the rumors to start with.

  Fuck this. Marching to the front door, I don�
��t even bother to knock and practically tear it off the hinges.

  Carter pushes her off when he sees me; at least he has the decency to wear a fucking condom. “What are you doing here?” He asks all wide eyed. Guess I ruined his fun.

  “Me? What about you, fuck face?! You told me you had shit to do for your mom. What are you doing here? Fucking someone that isn’t me? I know this skank ho isn’t your mother,” I scream at him.

  “Baby, please. I can explain,” his pleas fall on deaf ears as he drops to his knees. How pathetic. There isn’t anything he could say to justify this. I told him I would never be with a cheater and I meant it. We’re done. There’s nothing left between us but my hate for him for showing me that all men are alike. There are no good men out there. I was a fool to have faith in him but never again. Not after what I just witnessed. It’s comical really.

  I laugh, I laugh so hard my stomach cramps up. “No, what I saw, was explanation enough. Should have listened to the fucks at school the first time they told me you were a cheating asshole. But I chose to trust you instead. I can’t believe I ever put my faith in you.” I turn to leave when his hand grabs me. His touch chills me to the bone where it used to set me on fire.

  “Princess, please, you don’t understand,” he begs.

  I shrug out of his hold. “No, I do, I understand perfectly. If you ever come near me ever again, I’ll shoot your fucking dick off, Wrecker.” He flinches at my calling him by his club name. He was never Wrecker to me; he was always my Carter. With that I spit in his face and step away from him. Over his shoulder I see Marissa putting her clothes on, looking ashamed. That’s strange, she’s the type who would gloat. “I can’t wait until I see Mark, you don’t deserve him. I’ll make sure to fuck him extra hard tonight while filling him in on this.” I smirk. He always did want to go out with me, but he wasn’t my type. He still isn’t but I can still fuck him all the same.

  Wrecker growls, “No one touches what’s mine.”

  “That’s funny, because I thought the same thing about you. Guess we’re both wrong.” I shrug my shoulders and hurry out the door before he can try to stop me again.

  He tried for weeks to get me to talk to him after that, but nope. Not even him killing Mark after I fucked him, just like I promised, got me to talk to him. He was dead to me the moment his mouth touched hers. He’s been dead to me every minute since. As for Marissa, let’s just say that I convinced her, very nicely, that it would be in her best interest to get the fuck out of town, a few days later she did just that.

  The following days at school, everyone knew I had found out, and instead of bullying me they just smirked. I finally had enough of their shit, I was so angry at the world, that I lost my cool and ended up in a full-on brawl, that resulted in a few club members having no choice but to join in. Since they were my shadow, they knew my dad would kill them if I got hurt. After that day, everyone backed off, and Jachin, who always was glaring at me, would look at me with pity.

  “Roll the window down, babe.” I do, but only slightly. “I’m going to follow you home, pack your shit, and we’ll get on the road. You got a hitch and trailer I can load my bike on?”

  Instead of answering him, I just give him the finger.

  ‘That’s mature.” He lets out a long sigh.

  “Follow me, asshole.” It’s been years and the man still looks fine as hell. I thought maybe he might have died off by now by way of an STD. No, I haven’t kept tabs on him. I’ve done everything I can to stay away from him and the likes of the Blue Devils Motorcycle Club.

  I completely cut off everyone from back home, including my best friend, Keisha. The day I left there they all died to me.

  “Fuck,” I hear him say as I back out of my spot and drive off not bothering to wait up for him.

  Fifteen minutes later, I park in my driveway and get out. I’ve done okay for myself. My house isn’t huge but I put a little money into it and made it nice by my standards on my salary without help from anyone. I take care of myself. I shouldn’t have gotten scared and called my dad. I probably could have handled this shit on my own and I would have had I known it would have saved me the trouble of dealing with this bastard.

  “First, you can figure out the travel shit. I have a truck in the garage, you can put your bike on it, and I have bungie cords in there somewhere for you to make sure the bike doesn’t fly off. Second, don’t touch me. Third, don’t talk to me. Nothing. No contact. I’ll go pack a bag and be out in a bit.”

  I storm up to my house without waiting for a reply from him. He can fuck right off for all I care. Maybe the people after me will do me a favor and kill him for me.

  I find my charger right away and plug my phone in, instantly dialing my stupid father. “Hey, Princess. Did my guy get there?”

  “Yeah, he did.” I snort. “Why the fuck would you send that asshole here? You’ll be lucky he’ll make it back to you at all, because I swore I’d kill him if I ever saw him again.”

  “Look, I know Wrecker isn’t your favorite person, but he’s been a good member to the club. Him doing this will patch him in.” He acts as though I should be delighted to do anything to help the fucker out. I don’t think so.

  “Why the fuck would I care if he gets patched in? Once this mess you managed to get me into is over, I’m back out of your life and out of the club’s shit. So, fuck you.” I hang up. I’m so pissed off I can’t even think straight.

  In my bedroom, I pull a bag from my closet and start tossing shit in it, not even really paying attention to what I am grabbing. When I go to get my panties from my dresser drawer I scream.

  There is a dead rat bleeding all over my shit. I clamp my hand over my mouth. Whoever put that there could still be here in the house. I left my gun in my purse by my phone on the kitchen counter. Great. Just fucking great.

  Chapter 5

  Wrecker

  Harlee, the girl who got away because I was a fucked up mess when we were dating. Half the club, mostly other prospects, had a thing for her, but didn’t want to make a move, scared that Demon would gut them. I on the other hand didn’t let Demon sway me. I wanted her so I was going to have her. It also worked out well that she was best friends with my kid sister, Keisha. Might be weird for a twenty-three-year-old man dating a seventeen-year-old, but Harlee was different. Once we got serious, Demon didn’t even bat an eye, just said that I was one of only two men he’d ever want his daughter with. By this time, Harlee wasn’t even talking to her dad, so I had to play the fuckin’ middle man for him. Drove me insane, and it caused a few fights between Harlee and I. Eventually I just stopped talking to Harlee about her dad, but Demon made sure I still kept him in the loop on her life.

  Harlee didn’t like that I was wanting to patch into the club, and made it very clear, often. When I finally told her I wanted to date her, she laughed in my face and said no. Third time was the charm though, I finally got her to agree, but not without her stating that she would never be like her mother, if I cheated, I would lose her forever.

  At that moment, I just wanted her, so I quickly agreed she’d be my only. At the time, I meant it too, until Demon called me into his office with an assignment. After the sixth one, I stopped feeling guilty about it, and started enjoying it. Makes me a bastard, but it was what it was.

  I knew if Harlee found out I was fucking other women she’d probably kill me, especially after finding out her own father cheated on her mother. The bitch tried to kill him. Hell, she did kill the club whore, Lin, when she caught them together. I knew better but I really didn’t have a choice. I was her first but I sure as fuck wasn’t her last and it has eaten away at me for the past five years. Harlee isn’t the kind of girl you just get over. No matter how many women I’ve been with, it doesn’t matter, one thing remains the same. They aren’t her and they never will be. No one could hold a candle to her. I thought I loved her and maybe I did in my own fucked up way but I was too young, dumb, and full of cum to know what love was, but damn did I sure know what l
ove was after I lost her when it was too damn late to change things.

  The day she finally caught me cheating on her killed me. Any good in me died the day she found me out. Not that there was much good in me to start. Harlee was the only good in me and without her I was a lost cause. Still am. I don’t give a fuck about anything these days other than the club and easy pussy. Being a prospect for the club, you must do anything and everything they tell you to. Stud, the usual club slut decided he didn’t want part of this club, said the town was too small and felt like it was a big incest pool, so he took off somewhere else. Last I heard, he was prospecting for a rival club, so I stepped up in his place.

  For weeks, I was to seduce and fuck the women of some men the club wanted payment from, whether it was cash or information.

  The moment I saw Harlee’s eyes the night she saw me with Marissa, I knew I’d never get her back. No matter what. When she threatened to fuck Marissa’s husband, I was pissed. She was mine, no one was going to touch her but me. I didn’t think she’d actually do it, I thought she was just angry and lashing out. I wanted to believe I could make her see reason, but there wasn’t any to be had. I had hurt her in the worst possible way and still I thought I could keep her.

  I was wrong.

  I gave Harlee a head start home so she could cool down, then I went after her. I was going to make her listen, and then we’d be fine. Instead, I saw her through her living room window, sitting on Mark’s fucking cock, with her head flung back as she came. I saw red. My first instinct was to pull out my gun and kill them but I waited for the fucker to come out of the house and grabbed him. I took him back to the clubhouse dungeon where I killed him slowly as he begged, cried, and shit himself. I gave him to Hacker; the dude isn’t only known for finding out shit on the dark web. He fed Mark to the hogs at his grandpa’s farm.