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

by C. M. Owens

  All the men chuckle, and the redhead snorts derisively.

  Drex grins against my neck before pulling back to speak to them.

  “Gentlemen, as accommodating as I’d like to be, I’m afraid I’m old-fashioned. You’re more than welcome to visit the public areas of my public businesses, but I’m afraid my insurance doesn’t cover anyone going where they don’t belong. Unfortunately, you can only see what is right in front of you. And as you can see, this is our warehouse and hangout. Nothing special. If you want to see more, feel free to bring a warrant and I’ll gladly let you have a look around.”

  Drex is amazingly calm, cool, and collected, even as he gropes me right in front of everyone. Fortunately it’s all done under my shirt and no one can see anything but his hand moving around in there. I find myself cursing inwardly again when I have to squeeze my thighs together to stave off the ache that’s forming.

  “This place is a little big to be a hangout. Don’t you think?” one agent asks.

  “We also live here some. It’s a place for our guys to crash when they’re in town from another area. I live here a lot of the time. That’s just the way we do things. Sorry to disappoint you. We’re just a boring group who enjoy tinkering on cars and playing with our rides.”

  His lips return to my neck, and my body reflexively leans against him. “I think I’m going to take my girl upstairs now. Sarah, will show you these boys out?” Drex asks, but it doesn’t sound like an actual question.

  A sick, twisted part of me actually gets excited when he says those words about taking me upstairs.

  I hate myself.

  Drex reaches up and grabs my hair with his free hand, using it to angle my head and give himself easier access to my neck as the men walk out. One turns and looks at me, his eyes narrowing in on me as Drex makes a show of devouring my neck.

  The moment they’re out the door, Drex removes his hand from my shirt, stands and lifts me by my hips, and drops me on top of the table. As soon as my ass hits the hard surface, he comes to stand between my legs. He towers over me as I try to catch my breath, feeling all the more humiliated.

  “Girls, I need you to leave for a minute,” he says, but his eyes stay on me.

  Is he going to fuck me in front of the guys? Please no. Please no. Please, please, please no.

  I hear the sound of heels clicking as the girls walk away without protest, leaving me to fend for myself, but all the men stay at the table.

  “They couldn’t keep their eyes off her. They’re going to ask questions, and then they’re going to try using her to get to us,” one of the men says, and I swallow hard.

  “How could they use me?” I whisper, feeling so small under Drex’s glower. I thought the show went well.

  “They swear to you that I can’t touch you if you help them catch Pop or me,” Drex answers coldly, a menacing undercurrent to his tone.

  What did I do wrong?

  “I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to. I’d never put my family at risk,” I say in a near whisper again.

  Drex’s lips twitch, acting as though he’s amused. “Good. You’re scared.”

  Of course I’m freaking scared, you psycho.

  He leans back and drops down to his chair, seeming satisfied, and leaves me on the table, feeling very on display again.

  “You’d better tell me the second they approach you,” he says, letting his eyes rake over my short shorts, lingering and pausing on my center as he strums his lips with his index finger in a lazy, pensive motion.

  “I will. But I don’t plan on leaving here. You said I’d be staying up there.” I point above us, even though his apartment thingy isn’t actually over this room.

  His lips twitch again, and everyone at the table chuckles. I’m not sure why they find that so funny.

  “Baby, you can’t stay in here all the time. You’ll go crazy. Besides, they’ll be expecting to see you and me together some now.”

  I get to leave?

  “Can I see my family?”

  The laughter around us stops abruptly, and I feel the eyes of everyone else burning against my back while Drex’s burrow into mine.

  “We’ll discuss that later. If you do, it’ll be under supervision. You can’t go anywhere without one of us with you at all times. Preferably me. But you’ll go everywhere I tell you. When we’re alone, we’ll iron out the details. Also, I trashed your cell. I’ll give you a new one, and all calls will be monitored.”

  Sheesh. I feel like I’m the criminal.

  “Okay.”

  “Axle,” Drex says, looking behind me. “Go through all her bags once more. Take her old clothes down below, and put that shit in a closet or something. It’d be too risky to toss them in the trash right now.”

  The guy with snake tattoos all over his arms and neck walks toward the room to do as Drex has asked. Drex is still studying me, and I’m growing increasingly uncomfortable under his unbreakable gaze.

  “It’s probably best if we just cut the girl loose,” Sledge says, and my eyes widen in fear. There’s no way I can let Benny touch me the way Drex has. I’d never be able to wash away the disgusting feel he’d leave behind.

  Drex… I don’t know him. It’s easy to be a toy when you don’t know the person. He’s so much closer to my age, which again makes this easier. On some sick, twisted level, I’m even attracted to him. But I can’t be Benny’s.

  “Can’t,” Drex says, his eyes still watching my every move. “Benny might think something’s up. The girl stays. The feds will be going after all the women in our businesses. They’ll consider them an easier in. Prepare the girls, warn them of the consequences, and call Esmerelda. Make sure she deals with anyone who needs to be fired right away.”

  He stands, and my breath catches in my throat as he comes to be between my legs again. Roughly, he tugs at my hair and dips my head back so that I’m forced to stare into his piercing blue eyes.

  “You only get one chance. Fuck up, and you’ll pay. Understand?”

  My words grip the sides of my throat, refusing to leave my mouth. I’m forced to nod instead, and he leans back.

  “Good. Now that you know the rules, go through the double doors and head to the den. The girls will be in there, and I’ll come get you soon enough.”

  The first normal breath finds my lungs as he slides me off the table. He thumbs my lip while staring directly into my eyes for a minute longer. After what seems like an eternity, he finally lets me go, and I reluctantly go to join the girls who will treat me like shit. I could see it in their eyes earlier. I’m already hated; I’m sure as hell not trusted; and now I feel like the smallest infraction will get me killed. I really hope those agents don’t speak to me.

  When I reach the den, the three girls are lounging around, and the one he called Sarah—the blonde—smiles at me. “So Drex let you come speak with us. He was determined to keep us away from you earlier.”

  The redhead doesn’t even try to pretend that she’s less than disgusted with me. The older woman with dark hair like mine just sits, observing me with mild interest.

  Very awkwardly, I sit down on the couch while the TV on the wall plays through a show I’ve never seen before. I don’t know if I should speak, and I’m not in the mood to attempt it.

  “Drex seems to be really into you,” Sarah says, seeming genuinely pleased, which confuses the hell out of me.

  The redhead snorts and rolls her eyes while feigning interest in what’s on the screen as she retorts, “Drex had a girl sell herself to be at his beck and call. He’s fascinated. It’ll wear off soon. Real soon. Boredom will kill him, and he’ll pass her along to one of the other guys.”

  Oh shit. I hadn’t thought of that since he said I was his. I don’t want to be passed around. I’ve not even made peace with being Drex’s whor—um… I mean… toy. I’m sure as hell not ready to be anyone else’s.

  Sarah rolls her eyes while waving off the other girl.

  “Ignore Colleen. She’s just pissed because she�
��s always wanted in Drex’s bed. She’s not as bitchy as she seems right now.”

  Crap. Just what I need. A scorned woman painting a target on my back.

  Colleen scoffs, “I prefer to keep my self-respect instead of being a prostitute. Drex used to have standards.”

  So everyone knows that I sold myself. As if my life wasn’t going to be hard enough.

  “Ask questions. I know you have them,” Sarah prompts.

  Liza’s eyes zero in on me, as if she’s waiting for me to say the wrong thing. Asking questions is tricky, because I don’t want to ask a question that will make someone suspicious of me—or more suspicious of me. The guys are probably speaking about how they’ll get rid of my body if I run my mouth or help the FBI.

  I don’t even know what they’re doing that is shady. And I don’t want to know. The less I know, the safer I am.

  “I really don’t know what to ask,” I say honestly.

  Probably best to keep things as neutral as possible.

  “You have to be curious about the rest of the club and us. I’m with Snake,” she says, sounding proud.

  Is Snake the one with the snake tattoos? That would make sense. Or did Drex call him Axle? It’s all a blur.

  “Snake seems quiet,” I say softly, trying to add to the conversation without painting a bigger target on my back.

  “Opposites attract,” Colleen mutters spitefully under her breath, still pretending to give a damn about the TV.

  Sarah continues as though Colleen didn’t just take a stab at her. “He is. And he’s incredibly sweet. Liza introduced us. She runs the strip club. I was working there, Snake saw me, Liza made a private meeting possible, and it was love at first sight. Now I work at the salon that Colleen runs. Snake obviously didn’t want me stripping anymore.”

  Liza is still attentively studying me, and it’s making me even more uncomfortable.

  “Do you live here?” I ask, turning my attention back to Sarah.

  “Sometimes we stay here. Usually Snake and I stay at our house. We just bought a place last month. Drex has a nice house. Will he be taking you there?”

  I have no idea where I’ll be going.

  “Drex will be done with her before he goes back home. She’ll be one of the other guy’s whore by then,” Colleen says, smirking as though she’s enjoying the hell out of this.

  Liza seems older, possibly late thirties or early forties. Her constant staring is making me more uncomfortable than Colleen taking every nasty jab she can.

  “How are you ladies getting along?” Sledge asks as he comes in and sits down beside Liza. She smiles at him before he tugs her to be on his lap, and she settles down peacefully as though it’s a truly normal thing.

  I look behind me just as a tall guy with a large snake tattoo on the side of his neck walks in. That’s not the guy I thought Snake was. Glad I guessed lucky about him being quiet.

  Sarah beams up at him as he comes to pull her up from her spot on the couch. He sits down where she was, and then she ends up in his lap. He looks like a model with tattoos, almost as though he’s an actor playing a part. His blonde hair, clean shave, and white teeth don’t fit the dark tattoos he’s wearing.

  When Drex and a few others walk in, my heart tries to stop. He’s drinking a beer, and his eyes are glued to mine. I can’t tell if he hates me or wants me right now. I really don’t want to be thrown into bed with someone else. Someone who might hurt me.

  Drex seems to be about giving pleasure as much as he is about receiving it. Someone else might not care if they break my body to get what they want. I’m grateful for him, even if it does confuse the hell out of me.

  “Hey,” I murmur softly, looking up at him.

  I need to do everything I can to not be annoying or boring. That is my new set of goals.

  “Hey,” he says with a lazy grin. He moves closer to me, and I stand up, unsure of what I need to do.

  He tugs me to him, and I lean back when he bends to get closer to my neck.

  “Get Marlene and the others over here. Drex is hogging the new girl,” one guy with a deep voice says.

  Drex smiles against my neck, and then he drags his lips up, letting them graze my chin and brush my lips before he pulls back.

  “No one else touches her,” he says, and I tremble a little.

  He wraps his free arm around my back, tugging me to his body, and then he pulls his beer to his lips.

  “You drink?” Sarah asks me.

  I rarely drink, but that would be boring to say.

  “Get her something strong. She’s had a long day,” Drex says, sliding his hand down to possessively rest on my ass.

  My white shirt is almost see-through, and one side hangs off my shoulder. He seems very interested in that shoulder, considering his lips have moved to there. His teeth nip the flesh, and I bite back a moan as I arch closer.

  “Here,” Sarah says cheerily, handing me a glass of something that looks like orange juice, and I snap out of my moment.

  “Screwdriver,” she says, grinning when she sees me eyeing it skeptically.

  I smile appreciatively and thank her, and she goes back to the couch to join the GQ model with a viper creeping up his neck. Well, a viper tattoo.

  “Drink all you want,” Drex says against my neck.

  Then he leans back up and turns his attention to the TV before dropping to the chair and pulling me with him. If all of this has happened in one day, I dread seeing what it’s going to be like in a week.

  Chapter 13

  DREX

  “You’re drunk,” I say to the girl curled up on my lap. She’s smiling happily as though this day hasn’t happened.

  She nods lazily, wrapping both her arms around my neck before kissing it. My breath hitches, and she runs her tongue across my skin, forcing my body to tense. Why is she doing this?

  “You need a minute, Drex?” Sledge asks, amused as he and Liza watch us.

  I think I was speaking to them, but I can’t remember what the hell I was saying when Eve’s moans vibrate against my neck.

  Liza doesn’t trust the girl in my lap. At all. Her devout loyalty to the club makes her question the intentions of everyone.

  “Nah, we’re good. She’s just drunk,” I say casually, ignoring the fact my cock is punching my zipper, intent on getting at the sexy ass in my lap.

  Colleen rolls her eyes and mutters something under her breath about prostitution and lightweight drinker. Eve really can’t hold liquor. Two screwdrivers and her eyes were glossy. After three, she looks ready to pass out.

  But I wanted her drunk. You learn a lot about someone when you rip the filter off.

  What I wasn’t expecting… “Shit,” I murmur under my breath when she suddenly straddles me and starts kissing my neck harder, raking her teeth over the skin before sucking it.

  I love her lips—so full, soft, and too damn inviting. I pull her closer, letting her lick her way down to my chest. The second Mack eyes her ass, my hands go to it, covering it possessively.

  These damn shorts might be a little too short.

  Shit. Why the hell do I care if he looks?

  Her lips travel back up and she grinds herself against me. I can’t fight back my groan as I pull her closer. She feels so damn good.

  “Gross,” Colleen growls while standing. “I’m going home before Drex fucks his whore in front of us.”

  “Watch the way you speak to him,” Liza warns, glaring at Colleen like she’s about to claw her eyes out.

  I just laugh.

  “She’s mine, but she’s no whore,” I say fondly, reveling in how Colleen’s temper flares to match her red hair.

  Eve rewards me by only pressing closer, and Colleen leaves without a backward glance.

  Deciding I should go enjoy my drunk toy, I stand, keeping her in my arms as her legs grip against my waist.

  “Night, boys.”

  They all chuckle as I make my way out, and I allow Eve to devour every inch of my neck, ear, and jaw along
the way. But when her lips reach mine, I pull back, forcing her drunken attempt to miss and hit my cheek.

  “No kissing, baby,” I murmur, smiling at the scowl she tries to restrain.

  “Why?” she asks when I reach my room.

  “Not my thing. Plus, kissing only leads to what we’re already planning to do. So it’s a little pointless,” I say, grinning when she leans in and tries to kiss me anyhow.

  I drop her to the bed, and a loud breath leaves her lips. She watches as I pull my shirt off, and her bottom lip slips between her teeth.

  “Get your clothes off,” I order. My fucking cock is pounding against my zipper right now, making me regret the decision to bypass boxers earlier.

  “You want them off, then kiss me,” she says, earning a small smile from me.

  Drunk, mouthy, aggressive, and barely wearing any clothes, she looks like a fucking wet dream on my bed. She’s finally making this fun. I’ve always enjoyed a little feistiness. She was starting to be annoying with all her compliance.

  “I’m not breaking my rules. I’ll fuck you, and we both know you won’t try to stop me. But it’s cute that you’re showing some backbone.”

  She scowls at me without restraint this time, and I bite back a grin. I might just keep her drunk all the time. It’s actually pretty damn entertaining.

  “I’ll be back. When I get back, be naked,” I say on my way to the bathroom.

  After I finish brushing my teeth and taking a piss, I walk in to find her naked. But she’s also curled up in a ball and sleeping. Well, passed out is more accurate.

  If it wasn’t so damn cute, I’d probably be pissed. She’s had a long day, so I’ll let it slide.

  I look at the couch and the bedding folded on top. She never did make her bed.

  I guess I’ll have to do it, but I need to see what I can figure out about the damn FBI agents on my ass right now.

  After grabbing my laptop and the security code I’m not supposed to have, I settle in beside her and pull up the FBI database. Eve turns and puts her arm around my waist as she snuggles against me, subconsciously getting closer to me as though she’s seeking security.

  She looks so fragile and scared. Right now, she’s holding onto me as though I make her feel safe. That’s just fucked up. I’m the worst person for her to feel safe around.