You Wreck Me Novel – Wrecker was my first boyfriend, my first love, my first time. He was my first everything. Until I found out he was screwing half the town we lived in, even the married ones. “What are you doing here? Screwing someone that isn’t me?” “Baby, please. I can explain.” “I can’t wait until I see Mark. I’ll make sure to screw him extra hard tonight.” I said. Mark always did want to go out with me. Wrecker growls, “No one touches what’s mine.” “That’s funny, because I thought the same thing about you. Guess we’re both wrong.” He was dead to me the moment his mouth touched hers. Years later, when I was in danger and turned to my father, he sent my first love to save me? I will never talk to this wanker! “First, don’t touch me. Second, don’t talk to me. Nothing. No contact.”
Wrecker “Oh yeah, that’s it. Suck my schlong. You’re a dirty little bimbo, aren’t you?” I tell this bimbo, Kristen, as I yank her head up and down by the nape of her neck, screwing her mouth. I’m supposed to be helping Porkbelly patch up a hole in this bimbo’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 bimbo who probably hasn’t ever been with any man other than her husband. A bored housewife. I’m no handyman though and neither is Porkbelly. We’re here on club business. Her pencilschlong husband owes our club, The Blue Devils MC, money. Too much money. The slippery wanker 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 hooker spotted us she was begging us to take on her job. I slide my schlong 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 hungry for my schlong. Eager, working me like I’m paying her for it. Tears leak from the corner of her eyes and her mascara runs down her cheeks.
I hear the slamming of a car door. It’s show time and I’m ready to relese. Kristen is so into my schlong she doesn’t even hear her husband come through the door but I do and I am ready for him. Porkbelly’s fat hips is probably still up on the roof pretending he knows how to fix the Goddamned thing. Doesn’t matter. I pull out my .45 with a silencer from the back of my work pants, schlongies to be exact and have it schlonged 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 bimbo tries to pull away but I don’t let her. Oh no, Reggie boy is gonna see what a hooker 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, bimbo.” She blinks but doesn’t stop working me. Reggie walks into the bedroom and observes me with my schlong 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 prick took three kilos of cocaine from Demon, and instead of selling that, the wanker partied it away with hookers and hasn’t paid back a 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. “You will. Demon has a message for you.” The bimbo 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. I laugh manically. “Sorry. Already had my fill of her. Peck your husband goodbye, Kristen.” The hooker does it. She goes right over to him and full on pecks the wanker, smearing my soldiers on his lips. Then she spits on him. This bimbo 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 cherry 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 up, you dumb bimbo.” 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 bimbo,” I goad him. “That isn’t right. I told you do what you want with the bimbo.” “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 bimbo. 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 bimbo’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. … 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 found out that he cheated on my mom and had other kids besides me with women he called clubhookers. 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. I remember walking to the back office and the door was open, I didn’t think anything about knocking.
When I walked in, I was in shock. There he was, my father, the man I thought was the best man in the world, screwing one of the club hookers on his leather couch. I couldn’t believe it. “What are you doing, daddy!” I screech. “How could you do this? To mom, to me?” “Princess,” dad pleads as he moves off the cimbo, 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. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know he was married!” Everyone in this 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. 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.
“Scew 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. “Screw you, Ash. I 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. … 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 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. “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. “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. “What do I do?” Years ago, I would have drove straight to the clubhouse and into the arms of his men. “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 clubhooker, 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 tail went to. Harlee My phone is about to die, since I had to wait over an hour for some club member to come to me, I’ve just been playing games. 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.
That car got tired of waiting too and left twenty minutes ago. 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 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 Wrecker after me? Does he not remember my promise to shoot his schlong off if I ever saw this guy again? Is this a cruel joke? “Princess?” His eyes go wide as he looks at me. Why did my dad send him if he’s only a prospect? Wrecker was my first boyfriend, my first love, my first time. He was my first everything. Until I found out he was screwing half the town we lived in, even the married ones. It wasn’t until I saw him with my own eyes, screwing a recently married bimbo named Marissa, that I knew the rumors were true.