“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.”