Adrenaline Rush (Death Chasers MC 4)

I move on to the next gun when I’m finished, my jaw ticking as I do so.

“How big?” Drex asks loudly, trying to make his voice carry over the obnoxious music in the background.

Sounds like there’s yet another party to keep the guys happy despite death coming at us from every angle.

Fucking Death Chasers is now our new name, compliments of that fucknut Drake. I told Drex to stop letting Eve hang around Drake so much. Lately, she sounds just fucking like him.

“It’s probably going to get messy. They didn’t get a hotel room, so I couldn’t bug the place. The car they drove was parked right in front of the diner window where they were sitting, so I couldn’t get close enough to bug it before they left.” I take a breath and a moment to get my anger restrained. “They threatened her. And I’m guessing shit will be going down tonight since Kara’s planning on splitting tonight, even though she told people in town she was leaving tomorrow.”

“Why the hell is she planning on splitting?” he snaps.

My jaw tics again as I roll my eyes at my own damn self. “Apparently she’s not quite as oblivious to the world as I pegged her to be.” I finish the next gun and start on another. “She made me this morning.”

I ignore the string of curses he releases after that as I start strapping down with all the weapons.

“What now?” I ask him after a beat, even though I know damn well what he’s going to say.

“If she gets gone, she could disappear for good.” The music cuts out like he’s just closed himself off in a room.

“Drex?” I hear Eve asking hesitantly.

“Yeah, it’s me. But keep this fucking door locked when I’m not in here.”

“The lock broke.”

“When the hell did it break?”

“Hate to interrupt this domestic moment you’re having about locking a damn door, but what do you want me to do?” I drawl, hiding my fraying thread of thin patience.

Drex blows out a heavy breath, telling Eve to hold on a minute.

Finally, he says, “I think it’s time to bring my sister home. It’s the only thing we can do, because Herrin might find her the next time when I can’t.”

I finish putting together my final gun a little rougher than necessary.

“Can you handle that on your own?” he asks.

“The five hunters won’t be an issue,” I tell him vaguely. “Other than the mess. I’ll need help cleaning that up.”

“I’ll see if Maya can help out with that. On more than one occasion she’s offered me her ‘cleaning’ crew.”

I pause, hesitating for a second. “Remind me again what it was like before the club got tangled up with the mafia.”

He mutters something I miss, but I don’t care enough about it to have him repeat it louder.

“If Maya can get a cleaning crew out here in time to help me out of this mess, remind me to never piss her off.”

“I’ll go ask her,” I hear Eve saying.

Apparently she’s been listening in, or Drex put the phone on speaker. Don’t even get me started on that situation.

“You didn’t answer me about being able to bring her back. Will that be a problem for you? I still don’t know the extent of how close you two were, but I’m sure she wasn’t real happy to see you if she’s planning to split,” Drex goes on.

I crack my neck to one side and then the other before responding.

“She doesn’t know what’s going on, and as far as she’s concerned, she thinks Herrin sent me.”

The fucker laughs.

“I guess she doesn’t know just how much you hate Pop.”

“I was a prospect the last time she saw me in the club. I thought I knew more than her, and I didn’t. Doesn’t matter now,” I answer, muttering the last part.

After a beat of silence, he responds a little quieter. “Guess not. Things have changed.”

Things took too damn long to change.

“I can get her back to Halo. But she’ll definitely be pissed by the time we arrive. How do you plan to keep her there?” I ask him.

“I plan to give her the one thing she’s wanted for the past seven years,” he answers automatically, causing my lips to twitch. “Are you sure you can handle these guys?” he adds, killing my sliver of a good mood.

“Stop pissing me off, Drex. I said I can—”

My words cut off when I see headlights shining through the window.

I’ve been watching the house and listening to the diner’s audio, because I’m a multitasker like that. All the video footage from the diner is still rolling.

I watched her lock up thirty minutes ago and walk Julia out to her car. I didn’t miss the fact she had her hand in her purse the whole time like her finger was ready on a hidden trigger.