Property of Drex (Book 1) (Death Chasers MC Series) (14 page)

Every day, he lets me feel safer to be a little more of myself. In fact, he seems to enjoy it.

“This is pretty good,” I tell him, barely stopping myself from waxing poetic nonsense aloud.

He laughs lightly, but it’s a weighted sound. “Yeah,” he mumbles, sounding reluctant to admit it. “It is.”

I start kissing a trail down his chest, and I’m rewarded with a rumble from his chest before he takes a sharp breath. My panties are still hanging mid-thigh, forgotten.

He doesn’t let me get to where I want to be, though. He’s too busy pulling me up, and he starts kissing my neck as my hips slide down. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushes me down on him, and my body stretches around him.

I moan, reveling in the feel of it all. Maybe we can spend a few weeks just getting lost in each other.

Chapter 24

EVE

For two weeks, I’ve been in Drex’s home, and we’ve spent most of our time in the bed. Not that I’m complaining. Being with Drex in his home is… surprisingly nice. Easy. It’s like we’ve found a groove, and everything is natural.

Not to mention, nothing illegal is getting done in the bedroom. At least I don’t think so. It makes it less stressful and almost… normal.

We haven’t even left for groceries. Apparently there’s a little grocery fairy by the name of Maria who keeps his house stocked but never gets seen. I’m starting to think she’s a myth.

My lips strum across a semi-long scar on his side, and he makes a low noise in his throat while continuing to trace lines on my back.

“Chicks dig scars,” he says, smirking down at me.

Frowning, I shake my head. “They aren’t sexy to me.”

When his face falls, I immediately add, “I mean, you’re still sexy, but the scars are sad.”

He runs his hand through my hair lazily, while keeping one hand behind his head, angling up so he can see me better.

“How so?”

I trace the scar I was kissing with my finger, while shrugging and staring at it, taking my eyes off him.

“Because it’s a reminder that you live a dangerous life. It lowers your life expectancy.”

A throaty laughter surprises me, and I look up to see him grinning down at me now.

“You must really like me then if you’re worried about how long I’m going to live.”

Rolling my eyes, I prop up on him a little better.

“Why do you do it? Why take the risks? Surely you have enough money by now to just get out, if Dad stole so much from you. I’m assuming you got it back since you’re not the ones who killed him.”

Thank God for that.

He shrugs, looking up at the ceiling. “What we do isn’t as high-risk as the drug dealers and arms dealers. It used to be some seriously shady shit before we changed things up. I like the gray area. I’m never going to be a guy who sits at a cubicle and lives the American Dream life, Eve. It is what it is.”

For two weeks, we’ve discussed mostly my life—every detail of it. I think he’s trying to trust me, which is improvement. I want to know about him without knowing everything.

“Danger excites you, though. So I think I need to keep doing what I’m doing just to keep you wet,” he adds, winking at me as heat blooms across my chest.

I don’t argue that first part, because I’m twisted and all, but I do wish he wasn’t doing anything dangerous. Whatever that is. It’s a constant reminder that this is temporary, because I’m not cut out for this life. I also haven’t seen or heard about any long-term commitments between the other guys and women.

“I can think of something I’d rather you did with your mouth than kiss old scars,” he says suggestively.

My lips twitch, and I start moving lower, kissing my way down his stomach. His smile falters, and his eyes grow hooded as I lick the lines of that perfect V between his hips.

But before I can work my mouth down to where he wants it, there’s a loud, obnoxious banging at the front door. I squeal, he curses, and the banging persists.

“Who the fuck is it?” Drex demands, lifting me off him as he grabs his jeans and starts stabbing his legs into them.

“It’s Drake. Let me in.”

Drex’s eyebrows go up in surprise, and I quickly dress as he walks out of the bedroom, leaving the door open. I can see the front door from here as Drex rushes to it.

I don’t have time to get my bra on, so I just pull my shirt on seconds before Drex swings open the door.

“What the hell are you—”

Before he can finish that question, Drake barges in, shutting the door behind him. He glares at Drex before handing him his phone.

“My phone has been blowing up with threats all day. Hell Breathers got wind of your visit to me, probably think we’re playing them or some shit. Benny and his gang of douchebags just sent me that last message a few minutes ago.”

I don’t know what it says, but Drex’s nostrils flare as he reads it. I move into the room with them, adjusting my shorts and staying out of the way. It’s not like I can’t overhear everything from inside the other room anyway.

“I’ll call Pop. He should know they’re making threats. I’ll call Axle first and tell him to meet up with us at the warehouse.”

“I’m coming with. These fuckers are threatening me, so I’ll definitely have something to say when this is taken care of.”

Drex seems hesitant, but I’m so damn confused. What the hell is going on?

“Drex?” I prompt.

He walks over to me while pulling out his phone. His hand cups my chin, while his thumb slides up and down my jaw, stroking it as he starts talking to who I assume must be Axle.

“Yeah… Drake is sending you some stuff. We need to meet you at—”

His words are cut off by glass shattering and explosions thundering across the house. I hit the ground hard, the breath heaving from my lungs as black dots speckle my vision.

It takes me a second to realize Drex has just thrown me to the ground and that the explosions weren’t explosions at all—it’s gunfire. A lot of it.

Holes appear in the walls around us as Drex yells to Drake across the room. Drake slides a gun across the floor, and Drex grabs it, keeping me covered with his body as he lifts his head to see out the window, firing with Drake back at something.

In the movies, it all plays out so clearly. You see the bullets zipping by. People are screaming, and you can distinctly hear the loud sounds of rapid gunfire, isolating each bullet that slices through the air.

In real life, it’s all a blur of motion and noise, and seconds turn into hours, each ticking by so slowly that you can taste death on the tip of your tongue. And the gunfire is just loud noise that all muddles together to create the constant roar of a storm.

Right now, Drex is cold. The care and concern in his eyes from earlier is completely gone, and he fires back at whoever is unleashing hell on us right now.

Drake does the same, but suddenly more guns are shooting, because the noise drones on, getting louder and louder.

Drake curses when he grabs his arm, dropping his gun in the process. Drex ducks down and curls his body around mine, wrapping me up completely as someone tries to turn the house into a sponge.

He reaches over and grabs a small table leg, flipping it so that it crashes beside us, and I see two grenades taped underneath. With quick, jerky movements, he tosses one to Drake, who makes even quicker work with throwing it out into the madness.

Drex cover my ears just before I feel the ground jerk beneath us, the house vibrating viciously as something thunders through the air. Dirt blows inside, filling my lungs and forcing me to cough. It was already hard to breathe before the dirt assault.

Drex is suddenly off me, and I see him launch the second grenade. He dives, but the explosion kicks back sooner than it did earlier, and it rocks the house harder, letting me know it hit closer as well.

Drex crashes into the coffee table, and limply collapses to the ground. Drake is grabbing a gun, firing it with one hand while his left arm hangs at his side, blood slowly oozing from a bullet wound near his shoulder.

Drex is exposed, lying out in the open in front of the window, so I scramble up on my hands and knees, clumsily crawling to him as Drake takes on the army on his own.

His dead weight is too heavy to move, so I do the only thing I can and turn the coffee table on its side, blocking the easy view they have. If the walls won’t stop their bullets, I doubt this table will, but at least it hides him better.

I cover him with my body the way he did me, and I softly chant his name, begging him to wake up. But he’s out cold. His head is trickling blood from where he hit it too hard against the table when he was thrown back.

More gunfire from a different angle kicks in, and I shiver, worrying more have joined. But no new bullets breach the house.

“Fuck yes,” Drake breathes, belly-crawling toward us and wincing when he has to use his injured arm. “The Calvary has arrived.”

My focus returns to Drex, but he still won’t wake up.

Almost at once, the gunfire stops or my ears have been deafened. I scratch that last theory when I hear tires squeal. Only a few stray shots continue being shot, but the door is kicked in before my relief can sink in.

I scream, but it dies when I see Axle rushing over.

“Is he okay?” he asks, but I can’t answer. I’m still on top of Drex, keeping him covered as though Axle is going to open fire at any second, even though I know better. My mind and body aren’t exactly communicating, so I don’t move or speak.

“Yeah. Just hit his head pretty hard. We need to get out of here before the cops show up. The place will need to be torched,” Drake tells him.

Axle nods, but when he leans down to inspect Drex, I tighten my hold on him.

“Calm down, Eve. It’s just me. I need to get him out of here. You too. Come on.”

Drake tugs my arm, and I reluctantly slide off Drex, looking at his lifeless body. It hurts to see him so vulnerable when I know he’d be pissed to be seen like this.

I stay on my knees as Axle curses and bends down, lifting Drex so that he can toss him over his shoulder. I couldn’t even get Drex to budge, yet he is picking him up as though it’s barely straining.

“I’ll get him to our doc. You need to get sewn up,” Axle says, eyeing Drake’s bleeding arm.

“Through and through,” Drake says as he stands, acting as though that makes it all okay.

I stand too, but I try not to draw any attention to myself. Axle carries out Drex, and I try to follow, but a guy suddenly steps into my path. My eyes widen at the sight of him, because he’s even taller than Drex, and he doesn’t exactly look too friendly.

“You can’t follow,” he announces, but Drake rolls his eyes while shoving past him and dragging me along.

“She just endured that with us, and did all she could to keep him safe when he went down. Fuck off, Dash.”

Dash does not
fuck off
. In fact, he does the opposite of fucking off. He gets right in front of me, halting me again as Drex is loaded up into the back of a SUV. Two guys walk into the house, one of them being Snake. He doesn’t even acknowledge me.

“The hell is your problem?” Drake demands, glaring at Dash.

“She made a call to her mother. Then this shit happens. This girl is smack dab in the middle of too many fucking coincidences. Drex is going to end up dead if we keep letting her tag along, pretending as though she’s not a fucking Trojan Horse.”

I made that call two weeks ago.

When he grabs my arm hard enough to bruise it, I snap. My body reacts before my mind, and I bring my knee up too fast for him to react. It collides with his crotch, and Dash goes down like a ton of bricks, groaning when he collapses to the ground.

My heartbeat thrums in my ears, and fear attacks my instincts, forcing me to recoil instead of running like I should. They might actually kill me now. As if this is all my fault.

“Stop dicking around and get her loaded up,” Snake calls from the back.

How could he? He’s seen me with Drex. He knows I’m not out to freaking hurt him!

“I’ll take her with me,” Drake growls.

Since he seems to be the only one to
not
want me dead, I follow without hesitation.

“The hell you will,” Dash says through strain, coughing as he tries to stand. “Herrin wants her at the clubhouse. That’s where we’re taking her. I’ve already called him and told him Drex would be dead if we hadn’t gotten here when we did. It’s fortunate we were at Axle’s house, which isn’t too far away. She’s a fucking menace, and we’re sick of playing this game.”

Axle finally speaks up. “Let Drake take her. We need to get Drex to a hospital. He’s still out. It could be bad. Take care of the house, grab the shit he’ll want to keep, and torch the rest.”

Dash curses as I quickly climb onto the back of Drake’s bike.

“I really hope I don’t get killed for this,” he groans, wincing as he hands me his only helmet. “But I’m not about to let them make you disappear.”

Sickness unfurls in my stomach as bile rises. This day actually started out pretty good. But I should have known better than to think it could last.

My eyes flick to Drex as Axle shuts the door. It takes all my strength not to beg them to let me go with them, even knowing it could result in my death.

But then I remember just how little Drex trusts me. I can’t stand the thought of him wanting me dead, too.

Pain slices through me as Drake revs the bike, and I clutch his middle as he drives us away. I somehow just became public enemy number one to the Death Dealers.

End of Book One. Book 2 orders are available now on most venues and March 28, 2016 for all others.

Please note, Book 2 is much longer and will have the conclusion for Drex and Eve. This is not a serial. It is a series, but book 3 features another main couple.