Property Of Drex #2 (Death Chasers MC #2) (24 page)

Shit. Now what?

Chapter 39

DREX

What happens when you’re stuck in a room for three hours with everyone after
just
getting your girl back? Your mind slowly processes just how close to dying she came. That’s what. You get to hear every detail of her kidnapping, their plans, and just how close she came to being gone.

What happens when I get scared? I get fucking pissed. That’s what.

And I’ve had time to channel that anger. Marshall is a fucking dead man. No doubt. Even if Eve didn’t want him dead, he’d still be a dead man. Mostly because I need an outlet since I can’t kill Lester and his accomplice myself, and also because he framed a man and made us look like fools. Played us.

With Eve wanting him to die in front of her, it won’t be as much fun. It’ll have to be a quick, clean kill. One that won’t haunt her the way I know it would if she saw a man lose his fingers one by one, or watched as we opened his ribcage while he screamed for mercy.

Eve thinks she wants this, and she may, but I sure as fuck don’t want to destroy her with just how dark we can be.

Killing my father isn’t going to be easy, but he’s as good as dead too. I won’t be able to carry through with torture. It’ll be a clean, quick kill there as well.

“Drex, please talk to me,” she says as I shut the door behind me, reminding me that I’m really fucking pissed at her, even though I’m trying to calm down. I’m more furious at myself than her, but it’s easier to scowl at her than to find a mirror.

She squirms in my arms, and I place her on the bed like she’s glass on the verge of shattering. She looks pissed at me, which only pisses me off more.

“What the hell?” she snaps.

“You spoke to me while he was in here,” I say quietly, crawling over her as she slowly lies back, letting me move to be over her body.

“Yes,” she says softly, her eyes losing their anger. “He told me to answer.”

“And you fucking let me walk out of here, Eve. You could have said anything at all to give it away. All you had to do was tell me to feed the dog or some shit, and I would have been back up here. Then I remember what you said, and realize you were fucking trying to tell me.”

I feel like death on a plate of guilt with a side of cold regret.
I love you—
those were her spontaneous words that should have rang in my mind like alarm bells. Instead, I fucking acted like a confused bitch and played those words on repeat, trying to figure out why she’d told me like that.

It’s not like I hadn’t seen that look in her eyes… I knew how she felt. I dreaded hearing her say it aloud. My head was so far up my ass that I didn’t even realize she was warning me, hinting for help, trying to get me to come back.

I fucking ran. Like a pussy. Dove straight into a meeting instead of going to her because of three fucking words.

“I didn’t try telling you. I didn’t want you to be shot. It was too risky, and you would have been the first through the door,” she says without looking at me, drawing me out of my own head.

Something inside me quakes, and a lump rises to my throat. She’d rather fucking go through what they would have done than to watch me die. She’d die for me without hesitation. She tried to die for me.

Fucking hell.

More anger gathers inside my core, turning volatile, and I fight to rein it all in.

“I’m supposed to protect you, Eve. Not the other way around. I’ve done a shitty job.”

My hand comes up and I ignore the slight tremor in it. It steadies too quickly for her to notice, but she leans into my touch when I reach her cheek.

My body slowly presses down on hers, and she presses a kiss to my palm. My eyes flutter closed briefly, and I inhale her, covering her with my body, still trying to accept the fact she’s here and safe.

I owe Sarah. I may owe Snake more, and I’ll respect his request to keep her far away, but I’ll never forget what she did for Eve today. I’ll never forget how she saved her when I failed to keep her safe. Again.

“I failed you,” I say, echoing my own thoughts.

“No,” she snorts. “You didn’t. Too many people want me dead right now. It’s crazy, really. You can’t thwart everyone at once, Drex. You saved me from your father. You were like my avenging angel with Jessie. You saved me from Ben. There’s no telling how much you’ve saved me just by staying close and keeping me here, keeping most everyone else out. You covered my body with your own when bullets flew by. You’ve saved me much more than you realize. It sucks to always be a damsel though. I really need to work on my aim.”

I feel torn between tortured and amused, and a grunt escapes me.

She smiles, even though it doesn’t reach her eyes. I study her, taking in every feature in front of me, appreciating it even more than I did yesterday.

“What you said before you were taken wasn’t a warning?” I ask.

She looks confused, and I reach up to run my finger over her forehead.

“I didn’t try to warn you. Like I said, I didn’t want you to charge and it cost you your life.”

“So what you said was real, then. Not just a warning,” I state softly, still watching her eyes.

When a subtle blush fills her cheeks, I know she realizes what I’m talking about. She shrugs before sliding her hands up my chest. With a harsh breath, she groans.

“Sort of thought I was about to die, and wanted to make sure you knew how I felt before it was too late. Please don’t freak out because of that, Drex. I—”

I swallow the rest of her words, interrupting whatever she was going to say as I drink down her sounds. When my tongue slips into her mouth, she moans and threads her fingers into my hair, tugging me closer.

She’s breathless and panting when I break the kiss, and I slowly pin her hands above her head, locking them both into place using just one of my own hands.

“Not freaking out, Eve,” I tell her, feeling my lips twitch when she bites down on her bottom lip nervously.

Reaching down with my free hand, I tear open her shorts and shove them down her legs, lifting up so she can kick them off when they reach her ankles. Her panties are soaked, as though just my weight on top of her is enough to turn her on.

“I thought you were going to be fun,” I tell her, sliding my hand down the front of her panties. Her breath hitches, and her gaze grows heavy. “Thought you were going to be something on the side to play with,” I go on, bending over to lightly bite her nipple through her bra as my finger dips inside her.

She moans as my finger slides in her wet slit, and I tease her clit with my thumb while my finger pumps in and out of her in a slow rhythm.

“You surprised me,” I add, kissing my way up her neck. “Now you’re mine. So you’d better fucking love me, because I won’t let you go ever again.”

She shudders against me, and I continue the slow torment with my hand, even though my cock is straining against the fabric of my jeans.

“I do,” she whispers, forcing me to bite back a groan.

“Do what?” I ask, brushing my lips over hers now.

Our eyes connect, and she swallows hard as my finger stills inside her.

“I love you,” she whispers.

Not going to lie, that shit sounds good when she says it this time. And my lips crash against hers as my finger finds a steady rhythm inside her, rewarding her, thanking her, owning her. My tongue fucks her mouth like my finger fucks her pussy, and she writhes and moans beneath me while I keep her hands pinned above her head.

She cries out, breaking the kiss as her back arches off the bed, pushing herself against me as she grinds on my hand. When her inner muscles clench around my finger, I have to work damn hard not to go off in my pants right alongside her.

I watch her. Watch as her face twists in euphoric anguish… Watch as her breaths grow harsh and heavy… Watch her come apart under me. For me.

My name is on her lips, and I draw out her orgasm as long as possible, still watching her face as the emotions wash over her. I love her expressive face. Love seeing how she responds to me. Love seeing her.

As her body goes limp and sinks back onto the bed, I pull my finger out of her and slowly release her hands. She watches me as I draw my finger to my mouth to taste her, and her cheeks turn red.

Love that too.

My phone buzzes against my hip, and I inwardly groan before pulling it out to see who’s calling. It’s a random number, but considering the circumstances, I don’t hesitate to answer.

“Drex Caine,” I say over the line, still looking down at my half-naked girl.

“You have something I want, and you owe me.” The familiar voice has my back snapping straight, and I lift off Eve before turning around, putting my back to her.

“What do you want?”

“I’ll text you the info and the meeting place. Bring it and don’t bring your boys. Let’s keep this civil, Drex. I promise you don’t want a fight with me. I tend to leave a mess.”

The phone goes dead, and Eve’s arms come around my waist.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, prompting me to turn around.

I kiss her softly, trying to ease her mind.

“Nothing I can’t handle. But I have to—”

My phone goes off in my hand, and I look down to read the message. That request sounds much too simple, but I don’t argue. If Sarah wanted me dead, I’d probably already be dead.

“I need to go.”

Eve goes stiff against me, and I grab her shorts, handing them to her.

“You’re coming with me,” I tell her. “Not leaving you alone anymore. Besides, she only said I couldn’t bring the guys. Nothing about you.”

“She?” Eve asks, scrambling to pull her shorts on.

“Sarah is calling in a favor,” I sigh. I just wish I knew why.

Chapter 40

EVE

The bike is still vibrating against my inner thighs as we pull up and idle in front of a different motel than I left. Not that I told the guys what motel that was.

Drex helps me off, then shuts off the bike before standing and grabbing my hand. He pushes open a door without knocking, and immediately my eyes find the relaxed blonde against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest, gun in hand.

“You said I couldn’t bring one of the guys,” Drex tells her.

I wave awkwardly at Sarah, and she smiles warmly at me while putting her gun in a holster at her leg.

“That’s why I like you, Drex,” she says, dragging her eyes back to him. “A man of honor who looks for loopholes. You got what I asked for?”

Drex pulls a file from the back of his jeans and tosses it on the nearby bed that is made a little too pristine for a place like this.

She eyes it then looks back at him.

“Not sure why your hacker couldn’t have dug up what we did.”

Her eyes flash to mine questioningly, but I shake my head. I haven’t said a word about her hacker. She relaxes subtly, not letting Drex notice that she was worried for a brief moment.

“My hacker is a good guy—or trying to be. Besides, I owe him too many favors as it is. You owed me.”

“Don’t feel like this makes us even for you saving Eve’s life,” Drex grunts.

Sarah’s eyebrows go up. “This isn’t for saving Eve’s life. I did that because I wanted to. And because those bastards shot my girl. Take care of Colleen, by the way. Don’t let them near her again.” She bends, keeping her eyes on Drex warily, and snatches up the file. “You owed me this for finding your thorn.”

Drex nods, but he remains stoic… expressionless.

“That file has everything we gathered on Adam Mason before we found out he was a fed working inside Benny’s crew. It has the ties to your father’s crew. Was it him that turned on your father instead of you or something?” Drex asks her, confusing me.

I might should have asked about that file. Are they talking about the fed Benny killed?

“Nah,” Sarah says nonchalantly. “Mason was dirty. He was working both sides, giving the feds just enough to seem legit, while playing in my father’s crew like an evil bastard. Just knew him from reputation. He went by Jeff at that time.”

“So why the file?” Drex asks.

“I want to know what he was really doing with the Hell Breathers. He was loyal to my father.” She looks up, and she flashes a smile at me again. “You look better. Glad to see you up and about, looking much stronger than what I left you.”

I nod, but don’t speak.

“Why the face-to-face?” Drex asks her, drawing her attention back to him.

Sarah smirks. “Herrin has pissed me off, but I know you boys have split up. I want to know if you share his interest in seeing me dead.”

Drex shakes his head. “You saved Eve. No beef with me.”

She nods like she expected that answer. “Also want to know if you want to eliminate Herrin yourself or if you want me to do it for you. Free of charge, of course.”

Drex mutters something under his breath, then shakes his head. “This is ours. Not your problem. What do you want with a dead man’s file?”

She hugs the file to her chest. “This is mine. Not your problem,” she says, echoing his words. “Just a warning, if Herrin comes for me, he’ll be my problem, and I’ll make him go away. Understood?”

She stares at him like she’s challenging him to object.

“Fair enough,” he says instead. “He’s more focused on me at the moment, though.”

Drex tugs my hand, backing toward the door, but Sarah speaks before we can leave.

“Does he hate me?” Sarah asks quietly, causing my heart to clench for her.

Drex tenses, and I realize this entire thing was more to find out about Snake than anything else. The pain she’s trying to mask is starting to bleed through, becoming visible.

“You should have told him the truth. He wouldn’t have cared, Sarah. He loved you,” Drex tells her coldly. “You know Snake has a major issue with trust.”

She nods solemnly, looking down. “We all have our reasons for the secrets we keep,” she whispers.

Pulling out of Drex’s grip, I walk over to her. She startles a little, but relaxes when I wrap my arms around her in a hug.

She returns the embrace with one hand, keeping the file clutched to her with the other. When I pull back, she winks at me, her chipper mask back in place. But I’ve seen it fractured. She’s hurting and trying her best to hide it.

“Bit of free advice,” she says, looking over at Drex who is keeping a wary eye on her, “Marshall has been having a couple of guys watching your girl’s childhood home. He’s looking for the mother. Her disappearance is what made him go underground. If you want to draw him out, now you know how.”

Drex cocks his head to the side, and he reaches out his hand for me, silently asking me to come back.

“Thank you,” I tell Sarah, watching as she smiles at me again.

“One more thing,” she says, winking at me as she skips by me, moving by Drex next on her way to the door, “teach your girl to shoot a gun. She sucks.”

Drex’s eyes dart to mine, widening in a little horror, as Sarah leaves that hanging in the air and walks out. I give Drex a tight smile.

“When the fuck did she see you shoot?”

I just shrug. “We all have our secrets, right?” I ask nervously.

He narrows his eyes on me, but when I step into him, he holds me against his body, brushing his lips over my head. Uncle Marshall is watching my house…

“I know what to do,” I tell Drex, leaning against his chest.

“Mm?” he mumbles, resting his chin on top of my head as he holds me.

“We use me as bait. It would out Ben or Marshall or both if we’re really lucky.”

He snorts derisively. “Fuck no. Never gonna happen.”