Killerwolf The Bravo Boys Book One by leelabellabooks at Inkitt

Chapter 1

KILLERWOLF

THE BRAVO BOYS

BIOOK ONE

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THE BRAVO BOYS can be read as a stand alone series even though it is a continuation of THE SPECTER SERIES stories and takes place in the same ‘universe’..

If you are interested in reading more of my works, please check the following series order:

THE SPECTER SERIES

1. Hunting for Honey

2. Feilds of Clover

3. Broken Hearts & Coup D’etats

4. Secrets of Summer

5. Lace & Leather

6. The Colt & The Cobra

THE BRAVO BOYS

1. Killerwolf

2. Tigerlilly

3. Snake Eater

SOLDIERS OF FORTUNE

1. Red Reaper

SPECTER SHORT STORIES

Halloween Special - ANGELMAKER The Southside Slayer

Christmas Special - Dasher & The Dancer

Valentines Special - Hellfire

1. Alfa

2. Bravo

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WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT BDSM CONTENT, DRUG USE, VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL ASSAULT THAT MAY BE DISTRESSING TO SOME

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~PRELUDE~

“You need to be punished for your greedy fucking attitude, that’s what you need..” He wipes the slobber and lipstick away from my cheek with his palm roughly..

“Stand up, Cherry.. Now.”

The Wolf orders as he steps back and I obey, watching me like a wild animal eyes its prey, stroking away at his tattooed manhood..

“Bend over, put your hands on the table..” With a rough snarl he nods down to the coffee table beside me and I eagerly comply..

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask, sparks of yearning thrill shooting through my veins, my voice breathy..

He doesn’t answer me, instead moving to stand behind me, his fingers working the zipper of my skirt so that it drops to my ankles.. I step out of it and kick it aside.. Bent over the table in only my sparkly pink thong, his hands travel over the globe of my upturned ass and I flush with a new rush of coursing desire..

“Mmm, this creamy skin.. Wanna know what would look good on you, Cherry?” He leans over me, his silky soft suit pants grazing the backs of my thighs as I feel his fiery breath between my shoulder blades..

“Yess, please tell me..” I whine..

His demanding grip squeezes around my soft curves, “My hand prints, painted red all over your sweet little ass.. Marked to match these fiery curls..” He jiggles my ass in one hand, tugging the ends of my hair with the other, twisting my locks around his fingers.. “Can you handle that, Little Red?”

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~~Cherry Kendrick~~

I’m not even a little bit nervous as I wait my turn beside the stage, I might be the new girl, but by the time the night is over, everyone will remember me.. They always do..

I run my hands over the intricate lacy lingerie set that is painted on to my lean torso, skintight.. My toned dancer’s limbs poured into thigh high black stockings that cling to my curves.. Taking one of the liquor bottles from the table next to me and a small plastic cup, I toss back a searing shot of tequila before checking my makeup one last time in the mirrored backstage walls of the downtown strip club..

The Foxhole..

Yep.. Of all the names my boss, Mistress Melody, could have chosen for this place and that’s the one she decided to go with?.. The woman is trashy but effective..

Her little stroke of marketing genius had made her club the number one downtown hot-spot for off duty servicemen, soldiers and VETS alike, firefighters, and even the occasional police officer can be seen wandering into The Foxhole on a Friday night..

A very dependable, loyal customer base, who all come to see Melody’s girls, because.. Well, we’re the best in the city..

Okay.. Some of us are at least..

“You’re up, Mickey mole!” Lexi - as she calls herself - makes her way off stage as her last song finishes and the DJ calls out his praises over the mic before he begins my introduction.. She stops at the table beside me and selects a bottle of water from the icebox.. “Good luck, Cherry.. You’re gunna’ need it looking like the trash you are.. I mean.. Who’d pay to see you looking like you just crawled out of a dumpster?..”

Wow, her insecurity is at peak levels today, attacking me before I have even opened my mouth..

“Fuck off, Lexi..” I don’t bother to make eye contact with her, there is no point, I’m pretty sure peroxide has rotted her brain because she is probably one of the dumbest, nastiest people I’ve ever met..

Honestly the Amazonian blonde bombshell is so full of plastic she would likely pop if I touched her, so I bite my tongue to keep from running my mouth too much.. Anything further would only lead to her attempting to rip out my hair.. I don’t need that shit..

“Ignore Lexi, she’s just pissy cus she hasn’t had that good dick in a while.. Maybe not ever.. That’s why she’s always throwin’ herself at Stephen.. Right, Lex? ” Mckenzie, the littlest and loudest of Melody’s girls shouts from the change room door.. The raven haired five-foot Latina pocket rocket stands there, one hip propped against the doorframe, her dark glare fixed on Lexi..

I smirk to Mckenzie as Lexi grits her teeth muttering as she pours herself a shot..

“You can fucking have Stephen, he’s a limp-dick dud anyway..”

Mckenzie laughs, “My dick would be limp too at the prospect of fucking a giant beast like you..”

Their back and forth does my head in..

I really don’t need this shit..

I’m not entirely sure, since I haven’t been here long enough to know the full history.. But as far as I’ve been able to tell, Lexi made the mistake of sleeping with Mckenzie’s baby-daddy Stephen, who is a total hottie-with-a-body player that works behind the bar...

Anyways.. Half the girls think Mckenzie was wronged.. The other half feel bad for Lexi.. All of this creating some super strange tension in the change rooms..

Somehow when I arrived a few weeks back, apparently their little feud had immediately been passed on to me, Lexi taking an instant dislike to me the second Mckenzie and I said our first friendly hello’s.. I guess she just assumed I had picked a side..

I haven’t..

But now, Lexi hates me.. With a passion.. And that’s just the way it is..

Not that I give a fuck.. And I think that only makes her even more angry..

Bleh.. Who cares, right?

She’s genuinely awful.. But also, not my problem..

“Gentleman, tonight you’re in for a real treat, she’s classy, she’s sweet shes on fire, its Cherrrrrrrrry!” the DJ announces me, and with the flick of my naturally ruby-red curls, I set an impossibly sky high heel onto the stage..

A smooth and sexy classic rock track begins to play and my body begins to move on instinct in a sensual slow tease, catching the attention of every man in the room and holding them captive as I feel the rhythm take control of my hips.. In an erotic display my hands travel down over my body to unhook my garter belt before I slip my fingers into the front of my panties dropping to my knees..

Some of the men whistle while another nearby call’s out, “Marry me, Cherry?!”

I wink at the loudmouth jarhead before I toss my head back and giggle, enjoying their attention as much as they are enjoying the show..

I crawl across the stage, my gaze traveling over the hungry eyed men that line either side of the raised platform..

They smirk at me, dropping fifties and hundreds by the fistful that I take from them, tucking the bills into my black lace thong with a coy smile and the lick of my lips.. Men are so easy.. A sly smile and a flash of skin and they’re already emptying their wallets for me..

I roll onto my back, touching my chest provocatively, tweaking my nipples to stiff peaks.. My hips gyrating fluidly as I look over my head to see Melody’s office door swing open at the far end of the bar

My boss, sleek and sophisticated, dressed in her sexy-goth finest, strides out on the arm of an absolute hunk of a man..

I mean seriously..This guy is fuckable, in every sense of the word..

Holy.. Horny.. Hell.. He’s hot!

This strapping specimen of a man is tall..God damn he’s tall.. And built like a damn machine.. His eyes are an intense and steely grey and his chiseled features are accentuated by a mop of thick cocoa-dark hair, neatly trimmed, longer on top and short on the sides.. His swelling, muscle bound arms are adorned in two completely tattooed sleeves, from the tips of his fingers, covering the backs of his hands to travel all the way up to the tight fabric of his white button down that is rolled up to his elbows, more inky designs creeping out to sprawl across his neck beneath his collar..

Oh, fuck me.. I think I’m already getting wet just looking at the guy..

I want him..

Rolling over to my stomach I push my ass up in the air and my tits to the floor, circling my hips in sync to the thudding beat, eliciting a pleased ripple of murmurs to run through the crowd.. But still, I just can’t seem to take my eyes off him.. The hunk.. Mr Fuckable..

As I rise to my feet, making my way to the end of the stage to wrap my hands around the pole before slipping into an easy backspin, It is then that he finally turns to look at me..

I bend over, pressing my ass back against the pole, inviting him to look at my ample goods with a teasing smile as his gaze meets mine, but his neutral expression simply remains passive and unaffected as Melody continues to whisper in his ear, he nods, casually folding his arms as he leans against the bar to watch, his sharp gaze fixed on me..

Asshole..

The way he looks at me.. No, looks right through me, it makes my blood heat in irritation..

I shake him off, refocusing on my routine, a little pissed off by his coldness as I climb the pole, putting on a spectacular show on the way up as I unhook my bra, shimmying until my perky pink nipples are exposed and the men on the floor are practically panting, emptying their pockets onstage.. As I arch my back and lean into a crucifix inversion, I can’t help but notice that Mr fuckable is still watching.. So, I go for the killer move.. Letting go of the pole with my thighs I plunge onto a death drop.. Catching myself last minute in a trap grip with only a few inches to spare, dismounting the pole with a flashy sumersault straddling my legs over my head with a kick before bringing my tip-toes back to the ground and sliding up to a stand..

Yeah, I’m flexible as fuck..

Mr fuckable never takes his eyes off me as my first song of the night finishes and I tuck a few more bills into my thong before Melody waves and points, motioning for me to meet her in the private rooms.. I nod before making my way back off stage as the DJ whoops, to brush by where Lexi stands, giving me squinty evil eyes..

I stick out my tongue behind her back as I pull on my lacy robe and fold my earnings into my pocket.. I make my way past the burly security guard, J.J, who chuckles at my childish taunt as I enter the private room where Melody waits..

“Cherry, baby.. You look so fucking hot tonight, girl!” Melody licks the tip of her finger, making a sizzling, hissing sound and I fight to suppress a laugh, smiling instead..

“Thank you, Mistress..” I bow my head obediently.. I’m not actually her submissive, but Melody insists at the club - for theatrics, I guess - that everyone treats her like the boss.. And like the terrifying dominatrix that she is..

Of course, she is not all that bad really.. Well as a boss at least, I can’t speak to what she is like as a dom..Though I suspect she wouldn’t be the forgiving type..

Still, just about everything at the Foxhole is simply for show.. Smoke and mirrors.. And a hell of a lot of glitter..

When I had begun working for Melody a few weeks ago she had said to me.. “Cherry, it’s all show biz, whether you charm them with a pretty smile, a brilliant mind or a tight pussy.. It’s all the same.. Once you make a man feel special, he is nothing but clay to be molded into any shape you desire..”

I hadn’t entirely agreed with her sentiment, but I understood her angle... Men are kind of simple at times, sure..

But what woman in her right mind wants a man that she has to mold into something better?!

Shouldn’t he mold himself into something better, it seems a little reductive to simply dismiss the fog of a high sex drive as stupididty..

But what the hell do I know.. It’s not like I have any experience ‘molding’ men.. Because for me, they never last longer than the night.. I could never depend on anyone but myself in this life, and I wasn’t about to let some guy walk on in and start bossing me around.. Which let’s face it, in my line of work jealousy and control is often a point of contention when it comes to relationships..

Melody motions for me to come closer to her and Mr fuckable, so I slowly cross the low lit room to stand before them..

“I want you to take very good care of Mr Walker here, whatever he wants he gets..” She smiles at the stoney eyed, tattooed hunk and he nods stiffly, sinking onto the plush red velvet of the sofa..

“O’course, Mistress..” I glance over her shoulder at him, drinking in the delicious sight.. Yeah, no objections here.. Well other than the fact that he seems totally disinterested in me.. But I feel confident I can change that..

Melody leans forward, pretending to fix my hair as she lowers her voice to a whisper.. “Make him feel special, Cherry.. I need him here..”

I blink.. What the hell does that mean?.. And if she needs him so damn bad, why doesn’t she just suck his dick herself?!

Or, maybe she already has..

I wouldn’t put it past her.. She is a ruthless woman, hungry for her own slice of power.. And I can respect that..

“Whatever Johnny wants.. I get it, Mel..” I mutter under my breath and she gives me a grateful smile.. At the end of the day, Mistress Melody treats her girls better than most of the other thug-run joints around the city, she would never force anyone into something they didn’t want to do.. Though she occasionally might ask..

“Good girl..” She smiles her wicked, sexy smirk turning to leave the room in a swish of black fabric..

“We both know that I’m not..” I quip, teasing playfully as she sashays away from me..

“Behave, Cherry.. Play nice, Killerwolf!” She calls over her shoulder, pulling the door closed behind her, leaving me trapped in the tiny private room, with the mountainous hunk..

I flick my hair over my shoulder and approach him seductively with pouty lips and batted lashes.. The music filters through the speakers in the ceiling above us as I reach for the ribbon of my lace gown, when he holds up a hand to stop me..

I freeze..

“That won’t be necessary.. You can keep your clothes on..” He growls, sounding almost bored before I have even begun..

A flash of anger strikes me.. Who the fuck does he think he is?

“Mistress Melody would’nae approve of that at all..” Tugging the ribbons with a coy smile, I let the robe slip from my shoulders, I stand before him in nothing but heels, stockings and a skimpy black thong..

I have an amazing body, I know I do.. Because I work damn hard for it..

But he doesn’t blink.. Doesn’t flinch and definitely doesn’t look at my perfectly symmetrical double Ds..

That’s it.. If he doesn’t want to be here, what the fuck am I even doing?..

Completely forgetting Mel’s request to make this asshole feel special, I snap..

“Are ya fuckin’ broken dude?” I ask with a huff, crossing my arms across my chest..

His head tips to one side and he assesses me for a moment before leaning forward to scoop up my robe from the floor by his boots, he holds it out to me on the tips of two fingers.. “I don’t pay for it, love.. Not my style..”

I narrow my eyes on him, snatching the robe and pulling it back on with a snark... “Well, you’re sure as shit paying me, asshole..”

He frowns with a scoff.. “Hm, I am, am I?..”

“You bet your sweet arse you are.. If I walk outta’ here with nothing, you’ll have wasted time I could have spent making money, not to mention made me look like shite to the Mistress.. I might even get in trouble.. Is that your goal here tonight then, Mr Walker, to get me fired?”

He leans back, unbelievably he appears to be considering my brazen demands, running his hand back through his glossy cocoa hair.. “Ah.. I see.. So then, what am I paying for, Miss?..”

“Cherry..” I correct him..

“Mhm, right.. Okay then, Cherry.. What exactly am I paying for?” He arches a thick, dark brow curiously..

I shrug, inspecting the flawless fire-engine red polish of my fresh manicure.. “Apparently you’re paying to waste your own time havin’ a pointless argument with a confused stripper.. Bit weird if you ask me..”

He considers me a moment, before he nods.. “Apparently I am..” He pulls a golden money clip, monogrammed with the initials K.W engraved in a stamp-stencil style that holds a thick wad of notes.. He peels off several hundred crisp bills, placing them on the table..

“That about do it?”

I eye the stack in his hand and shake my head, feeling a little emboldened and wanting to get back at him for being such a dick, so I sass him.. “Double it.. Then we can talk..”

For the first time since laying eyes on him, he cracks a grin, catching me completely off guard.. It’s like I had been standing in the darkness and somebody suddenly turned on the sun.. Perfect straight white teeth dazzle me for a moment..

“You drive a hard bargain, Little Red..”

The cute nickname ‘Little Red’ rolls off his tongue playfully as he peels off another wad and slaps it down on the table..

Holy fuck.. That’s fourteen hundred dollars and I don’t even have to dance?.. It’s definitely weird.. But I won’t say no..

I lean over and snatch the cash from the table tucking it into the pocket of my robe “It’s a fine start, Mr Walker..”

I make my way over to the small private bar and fix two shots of tequila, before downing them both before I refill the glasses, tucking the bottle under one arm and turning back to see him still watching me..

I sidle over to the sofa, handing him one of the shots as I sink onto the soft cushions close beside him, he tenses as I drape an arm comfortably over one of his shoulders, my fingers toying with the collar of his shirt.. Making myself cozy beside him, I peer up into his steely gaze, those stormy grey eyes that track my every movement with intense awareness.. He is so tense.. So rigid and on edge.. Uptight..

I hold up my glass. “Cheers..”

“Hmph..” He grunts, clinking the side of his shot glass against mine before he throws the crystal clear liquid back in one..

I do the same before lifting the bottle from my lap and refilling our glasses, settling in with a sigh.. Waiting for him to speak..

He takes his shot, but this time I slowly sip mine, not wanting to get too tipsy..

“So.. Cherry?” He turns to me, a fraction less tense than he had been a second ago, pre-alcohol.. “That your real name?”

“Sure..” I smile and he smirks, knowing that I’m lying.. “Is Killerwolf yours?”

He grins darkly, shrugging one heavy shoulder.. “It’s how people around here know me..”

“Oh, and what else are you known for?” I prod..

His smirk falls away and he narrows his eyes on me, suddenly I feel a little nervous.. “Why would you ask me that?” He growls..

I roll my eyes, pouring him another shot, “Sheesh, relax dude, I’m jus’ trying to make conversation.. Okay then, what SHOULD I ask you?”

“Nothing.” He tosses back his drink and leans back on the sofa, closing his eyes.. “Just.. Sit there.. And be quiet, Red..”

I last about five seconds.. “Seriously? You’re going to pay me fourteen hundred to just sit here in silence? Oh, you’re definitely broken..”