Property Of Drex #2 (Death Chasers MC #2) (26 page)

Chapter 44

EVE

The second I’m off the bike, I turn to face him, not giving a damn about the five other men in the garage.

“What took so long?” I ask him, trying and failing to forget what my asshole uncle said before Drex got there.

“Didn’t want to spook him. He went in through a bedroom window after cutting the power to the alarm system like a fucking pro. Wasn’t expecting that, and didn’t want him to hear our bikes, so we ditched them early and ran half the way.”

Fuck it.

“There’d better not be any truth to what he was saying about you hooking up with another girl.”

I don’t even care how crazy I sound right now, but the five other men disappear quickly after hearing that.

His eyebrows go up, and his lips twitch like he’s amused. This is not the time to be amused. This is the time to be explaining.

“So she was right,” he says, grinning openly now.

“Drex, this is seriously not the best time to smile.”

He clears his throat as he stands. “You’re hot when you’re jealous.”

“You’re seconds away from an introduction between my knee and your balls.”

His throaty chuckle only grates on my nerves as he moves closer, tipping my chin up with his fingers so that I have to stare up into his eyes that are dancing with humor.

“To speed things along, I allowed myself to be seen at the club and the usual spots this past week. It’s also proving a point that I’m not scared of Pop, while selling the breakup. Anyway, I went to the strip club—”

He stops when I tense and take a step back. The amusement leaves his eyes when I start to turn away, but he grabs me at the waist, holding my back to his front even as I try to jerk away.

That’s it. I’m taking karate. I’m sick of being so much weaker.

“And saw Sarah,” he goes on, acting as though that should explain things. “She walked right up, dropped into my lap, and made out with my neck, all while explaining that one of Marshall’s spies was watching and to sell it. Well, she actually fucking blew raspberries on my neck, but the music covered the sound. Imagine keeping a straight face with that shit going on. I grabbed her ass a little, and she pretended to be grinding on me, but she wasn’t. Her crotch never touched mine. She was stripper at one point; she knows how to sell sex even if it’s not going on. I went along with it, because
you
trust her. Turns out she was right if Marshall brought it up and showed up the very next day.”

I go still in his arms, and try to play his words over in my head. He leans over me, nuzzling my cheek with his while keeping my back pressed against his front. “Don’t start doubting me now, Eve. I’ve spent five days going out of my head. I didn’t fuck some girl or even think about fucking some girl during this week. I just wanted this over and wanted you back. I didn’t fuck anyone while we were actually broken up. Didn’t want anyone but you, even though I couldn’t have you.”

I relax against him, and he kisses the side of my neck, smiling against my skin.

“You’re sexy when you’re pissed, but I sure as hell don’t want you pissed about this.”

Snake stalks out, interrupting whatever I might have said, and Axle runs in behind him with Dash on his heels.

“Shit. What’s happened now?” Drex asks while releasing me and moving toward them.”

Snake glares at Drex before walking straight toward him with long, determined strides, and I let out an embarrassing squeal when his fist collides with Drex’s jaw hard enough for it to jerk his head to the right.

“Fuck!” Drex roars, grabbing his jaw while looking at the very furious man in front of us. “What the hell, Snake?”

Snake looks like a model playing a bad boy part, but he’s not playing. He’s just GQ sexy with ink, and it makes you forget he’s also lethal.

“If it was you, Drex, how would you fucking feel?” Snake barks.

Drex’s gaze goes from confused to understanding in a second as his eyes flick to me then back to Snake. He straightens, and Snake steps back, preparing for a fight.

“I’d feel like I deserved two free shots,” Drex sighs. “For the record, it was just a show. I never actually—”

His words end on a heavy grunt as he spins and stumbles, reacting to the second shot Snake just delivered. Snake shakes out his hand like it’s throbbing, and he turns and walks away. He pauses and turns back when he reaches the door.

“She doesn’t get near us again, or I’m fucking gone. No one here fucking touches her, or I’m gone and they’re dead. Got it?”

Drex nods, not arguing for once. Then again, Snake just did what I wanted to do a few minutes ago.

He turns and walks toward the door again, flipping Dash off as he passes.

“And stop calling me Snake. Always hated that fucking name,” he calls over his shoulder as he disappears through the doorway.

Axle and Dash stand there awkwardly staring, but Dash looks like a child trying not to laugh at a friend who just scolded by a teacher or something. Drex scowls at Axle while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Could have warned me that shit was coming.”

“He’s a fast fucker,” Axle says unapologetically, his lips twitching.

All of his scars on his face once scared me, but now I’ve gotten used to them. He doesn’t intimidate me anymore. Well, not so long as he doesn’t want to kill me, that is.

“So we have to call him Jude now?” Dash asks, still fighting a smile. “That just sounds weird.”

Drex wipes his mouth again. “Pop started calling him Snake because of all his ink. I never knew he didn’t like it. Fuck, my jaw hurts. Bastard hit the same spot twice.”

“Shouldn’t have given him a second free shot,” Dash points out, keeping a straight face even as his eyes dance with amusement.

“At least he’s not silently brooding now. But we should keep an eye on him. It’s not like him to take swings. He’s usually the peacekeeper,” Axle says before ducking out.

Drex turns back to me and tugs me to him, inspecting my face like I was the one who just got hit. His jaw is red and swelling, but I wince when he touches a place on my cheek.

“Looks like we both need some ice,” he grumbles. “Wish I’d shot that fucker more than once now.”

Obviously he’s talking about my uncle.

His eyes meet mine, and he sighs as though he’s exhausted. I think we both are.

“Back to the conversation that was interrupted… I’d never fuck around on you, Eve. I love you too.”

I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear those words until this moment, but he almost loses his balance when I launch myself in his arms. He gives me an amused groan when I start kissing his neck, and he lifts me until my legs wrap around his waist.

“Guess I should have led with that, huh?” he asks dryly, but I can feel his smile before I press my lips to his.

His smile dies, and his grip on me tightens as he starts walking out, holding me to him like he can’t bring me close enough. I really have changed.

Today I requested the death of my uncle—my father’s killer. My boyfriend carried out the death sentence as a gift to me. Now I’m kissing him like I can’t get enough because he just told me he loves me.

I’m so fucked up, but I don’t care.

Whistles ring out as well as cheers, but Drex keeps walking and devouring me as he carries me up the stairs. People look out for me now instead of taunting me. They treat me like one of them. Times have changed drastically in a short period.

My back hits the door briefly before it swings open, and Drex growls in my mouth when I shift and press even closer.

The second I hear the door shut, Drex tosses me to the bed, stealing my breath, and he rips his shirt over his head.

Right… He’s in a hurry.
It has been five days
.

Deciding to get on board, I pull my shirt over my head, but whimper when I remember the back of my head is sensitive. Damn hair-pulling bastard.

“You okay?” Drex asks, immediately looking me over with concerned eyes.

“Am I missing chunks of hair back there?” I ask him, watching as his eyes glaze over with anger.

Please say no. Please say no.

“No,” he says moving my face in his hand, examining the rest of me as he puts a pin in the getting naked thing I was looking forward to.

Reaching up, I clutch his wrists with my hands, and gently force his hands away as his eyes drop to mine.

“I’m fine, Drex. I just really want you touching me in a way that doesn’t feel like a doctor’s exam.”

His hands drop to his jeans, and he resumes the getting naked process by standing up and dropping the jeans to the floor. I stand up and push my shorts and shoes away, then drop my bra and panties.

When I look back, Drex’s eyes are on me as he sits down on the edge of the bed and reaches for me. Slowly, I step into his arms, and he rakes his eyes over my body, taking in every inch before his hands move to my waist and yank me down on his lap.

Twisting, I adjust my legs to be straddling him, and he grips my hips, slowly lowering me onto him. My head falls back as I sink onto him, letting him stretch me as he pushes inside. I’m just ready enough that he’s able to fully settle inside me, and we both moan as he pulls me closer and crushes his lips against mine.

I rock against him, moaning into his mouth as he lifts me and slams me down again. Rubbing myself against him, I set a rhythm, holding onto his shoulders as Drex breaks the kiss, and his lips drop to my neck to devour me in a new way.

Sweat gathers on our bodies as I continue rocking and he continues leaving possible fingerprint bruises on one hip. I’ll never get enough.

“I love you.” I moan the words, and he hauls me even closer, until our bodies are so close together that I can barely move and he kisses my shoulder. It makes it that much more intense when my orgasm hits like hot tidal waves rolling through me, exploding against every nerve-ending.

I cry out his name, and he bites down on my shoulder, muffling his sound as he finds his own release, spilling inside me as we both pant for breath. My head drops down as I gasp for air, and Drex kisses the side of my neck softer as his hot breath fans against the skin.

He shudders as he leans back, and he drops to lie back on the bed with me still on top of him, causing me to giggle when he groans.

“It’s like I can’t get enough,” he says on an exhausted breath.

“It’s a healthy addiction,” I assure him, keeping a straight face.

A ghost of a smile plays on his lips, and he brushes his thumb across my cheek.

“It’s not over.”

My own smile falls. “I know.”

“It’s pretty fucking dangerous,” he goes on.

“I’m aware.”

“And this is still where you want to be?”

I nod, and he sighs heavily while flipping us so that I’m under him and he’s staring down at me.

“Then we really need to teach you how to shoot a damn gun.”

I helpfully add, “And how to fight.”

Epilogue

DREX

ONE MONTH LATER

Eve can’t shoot a gun. It’s official. It doesn’t matter how many times we try to teach her, it’s like there’s something in her brain that causes her hands to jerk and there’s no telling where that bullet is going to go.

When we tell her not to grip it too tightly, she grips it tighter. When we tell her to loosen her arms, she gets more rigid. And saying the opposite doesn’t work either.

Fighting… Don’t even get me started on her fighting skills—or lack thereof.

The only thing that saves her is a lucky nut-shot here and there.

She’s pouting when we leave behind the practice range and head upstairs to join the others. She takes a seat in my lap as soon as I sit down on one of the oversized sofas, and she rests her head on my shoulder as the others join us.

“Any word on Pop?” I ask Axle.

“Still no word on what he’s doing.” He glances back at some of the guys laughing and drinking, while Dash tosses down a piece of paper with a list.

“Those are our clients for the month. Herrin lost his biggest source of income when he lost our skills. He’s reached out to some of our clients, but only one has dropped off the list. People seem to be more scared of you than him,” Dash tells me.

“He did take a massive chunk of cash out of the accounts before we could get all the info changed,” Axle grumbles. “That’s hurting us right now. It’ll take a while to build back up a hefty fund, and we can’t do anything about the money he took without spilling blood.”

“We’re not ready for blood,” Rush tells him, distracted.

“Aware of that. We just need to cut back on spending for now until we can beef it up. I bought all the supplies for our next install. When they pay, it’ll help push us back up a little,” Axle goes on.

We shouldn’t be having this discussion outside of the meeting room, but things have gotten a little too lax. No one is close enough to hear us, besides Eve. I don’t bring Eve in on the meetings—with the exception of one time. But this is all shit she’s heard me talk about.

Eve sighs as she glances at the clock on the wall.

“I need to get to work. Drake will be opening the shop soon.”

I groan, wishing like crazy she wouldn’t keep working for Drake, not that I don’t trust her. I just hate the influence he has on her, considering I’ve heard about that fucking cocksucker daisy one too many times from her now. She even asked if she could get one.

Fucking Drake.

“I’ll walk you,” I tell her as she climbs out of my lap.

She flashes me a smile, and I flip off Dash when he mocks a gagging noise. They love busting my ass about the power she has over me, but they can fuck off.

Eve leans into my side when I walk her out, and we glance across the street to where Drake’s shop has moved. I might have talked him into moving closer so I could worry less about Eve’s safety. Considering he’s staying with us and still has one leg in a cast, he didn’t argue much. We’ve owned two of the vacant buildings for a while, so at least now I’m getting some rent off one.

Drake is already inside when we walk in, and he waggles his eyebrows at Eve.

“Did you draw up that pretty pussy design?” he asks her.

“Yes I did. Got the lips just right for it, too,” she says while laughing.

I don’t even want to know.

Tugging her to me, I crush my lips to hers, and she melts against me. She may have power over me, but I have just as much over her.

“Call me when you’re done or if you have problems,” I tell her as I break the kiss.

She grins while strutting away, glancing over her shoulder and winking at me before handing a sketchbook to Drake. Despite the fact he got one cast removed and only has one leg left in a cast, he’s still riding his wheelchair instead of using crutches. He does a weird wheelie in it when he sees the design.

How do you get an electric wheelchair to do a wheelie? Ask Drake.

“Hot damn! She’s going to love it.”

“Colleen going back to the salon today?” Eve asks me as she takes a seat behind the small counter and opens the appointment book.

“Yeah. Snake—I mean
Jude—
is driving her over there, and we’ll have guys posted there all day. Don’t worry about her.”

She nods while chewing on her lip, and I turn to head out of the shop. Can’t believe Colleen and Eve are friends now. Life is all kinds of tilted, but it’s better. Much better.

At least for me.

Jude—I’m struggling with getting used to calling him that—walks out with Colleen on his heels, and they give me a brief wave as I walk into our clubhouse. Yeah, he’s still pissed and brooding about Sarah, but at least he seems to be dealing with things a little better.

Sarah has become a phantom, and hasn’t shown up since that night at the strip club. I don’t know if she’s in town or gone now that Marshall is handled, and I don’t particularly care.

I still owe her for Eve’s life, so if she ever comes to cash in, I’ll have to break that promise to one of my best friends about not interacting with her.

See? It’s all fucking tilted.

My pop is my enemy, my girl is from the burbs, the pussy bitch boy—Ben—that I overlooked is a threat, and Benny may or may not be an issue. That last part is the same as it’s always been, but the rest is jacked up. Oh, and now I’m keeping tabs on the sister I haven’t seen in years.

Axle walks up, twirling his keys on his finger. “Got a date tonight with some potential clients. Going to check out their establishment and see if they’re legit before we get involved,” he says.

“Take Jude and Dash with you.”

He shrugs while glancing back at the roughnecks who are scuffling near the sofa. Most of us have been staying here until the heat dies down. Strength in numbers sort of deal. It’s too risky to go to our own individual houses, and my house is in the fucking burbs, since I bought Eve’s childhood home. Unbelievable.

“Think we can trust everyone here?” he muses.

“Beats the fuck out of me. We’ll find out, I guess.”

“We still need a club name. Reapers didn’t go over so well.”

“Another problem for another day,” I tell him, feeling an itch form underneath my skin.

“Right. Well, I’m going to grab some food for everyone. Need anything?”

Yeah, I do need something.

I walk away without saying a word, cross the street again, and head straight into the tattoo parlor. Eve’s head snaps up from the counter when the door chimes, and a grin blooms across her face when she sees me.

She steps out from behind the counter and walks straight to me. The second she’s close enough, I pull her against me and pick her up enough so I can kiss her without bending over.

“You two are fucking disgusting,” Drake says before the buzzing sound of his tat gun resumes.

Eve kisses me back, and I dig one hand into her hair, guiding her toward the back of the shop.

“Don’t break anything this time,” Drake calls out, causing Eve to giggle as I drop her ass on a wobbly counter in the back and shove her skirt up on her hips.

She kisses me harder, drawing me in, and I try to think of a time when she wasn’t consuming every fucking thought in my head. All I know is that Eve would walk through hell with me, and there’s a chance that day will come.

I’ll make it worth it in the meantime.

It’s all about living today and chasing death tomorrow. Fuck the rest.

THE END

For a sneak peek at Axle’s Brand (book 3 of the Death Chasers MC Series), keep reading.