Adrenaline Rush (Death Chasers MC 4)

Dash cuts his gaze to us, giving Drex a lazy grin. “Surely you didn’t think I’d die that easily.”

Maya blows out a breath of relief as she props up on the wall beside me. Dash, like most of the guys, isn’t afraid of death. It’s just that no one wants to die without their death serving a purpose.

“You couldn’t have just called?” Drex asks, the muscle along his jaw jumping as the tension vibrates through him.

Dash’s grin spreads wider. “I wanted to look important. What better way to do that than have most of the crew come see me when I woke up?”

“Unbelievable,” Rush mutters while pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand.

“You’ll live?” Snake asks him as he shoulders his way into the small room.

“It’s still up for debate, since I have some lingering issues that may or may not kill me. But for now, I’m alive, and that’s all that matters. Any spottings on Herrin?” Dash asks, getting right down to club business, because it’s the only life they have.

His eyes flick over me, and he gets a confused expression on his face.

“When did you two mend fences?” he asks, gesturing between Rush and me. “How long have I been down?”

I’m not even sure what to say to that.

“You haven’t been down that long. Rush is just a fucking freak,” Snake says on an exasperated breath.

“Says the sick prick who got it up for a homicidal maniac,” Rush says with a sneer.

“We’ll discuss that later,” Drex bites out, eyes turning to Dash. “I need to know you’re going to walk out of here soon.”

Dash shrugs a shoulder. “It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve been shot. I just have to wait to see how many complications are still developing. Doctors are cryptic with information, giving just enough of it to make patients panic.”

I nod in agreement.

Rush nods like he agrees as well.

His phone chimes with a text, and he lifts it. Whatever he’s reading causes his lips to thin.

“I’ll let all of you deal with the reunion. I have a job to do,” he says, dragging me with him.

“Leave Kara behind, you twisted fuck,” Drex snaps.

“My girl. My decision,” Rush carelessly calls over his shoulder.

With that, he steers me through the sea of Death Chasers, who all hurriedly move out of his way.

No one even blinks an eye in my direction. In fact, people actively avoid getting their eyes anywhere close to me.

Rush smirks like he’s accomplished a goal, and my eyes narrow on him in suspicion.

Chapter 22

RUSH

“How much of that barricade thing was for show? Or did you really just snap?”

I don’t answer her, even as my lips twitch. Regardless of my intentions, it worked out for the best, since she’s sitting in my lap right now while we kill time.

I check my phone to ensure Sarah hasn’t sent another text, before I put it on the table to the right of us.

Now the rest of the crew knows Kara is mine to guard. Not Drex’s. People want to fuck with the hotheaded P. No one wants to fuck with the unpredictable, lethal madman who will hoard the P’s sister in his room and tell the rest of the world to fuck off.

Shoving her hair to the side, I start kissing down her neck, clamping my arm over her lap to hold her in place. She arches her back in reflex, as a sexy little breath of surprise escapes her.

My hand slides up her smooth leg to her shorts, and I finger the frayed edges of the hem. Then I reach over and hit the button on the side of the wall, causing the tint to change on the glass before us until we can see out.

She sucks in a breath, considering we came in through the black-out entrance. I wanted to see her reaction while I had her in my lap.

A man crawls by, as the woman clad in a fishnet pink bodysuit that is genuinely a pointless apparel, guides him on the leash.

She stops and fixes her lipstick right in front of us, and he gets slapped away when he tries to kiss her thigh.

“We can see out, but they can only see a mirror reflection,” I tell her as she just gapes at the very intricate vagina tattoo the woman is sporting.

I see Drake’s name scribbled at the bottom in his signature style. Women love that shit when he wants to leave his mark on them. Fucking stupid prick. If he ever signs any piece of Kara’s body, I’ll cut off his fingers, make him change his name, and ruin his life.

“You brought me to a sex club?” she asks, sounding…oddly indifferent.

That’s ruining my shock factor here.

My lips pause as I glance out at the wild, shameless debauchery taking place, finding it more than anticlimactic that she’s not having a reaction.