Axle's Brand (Death Chasers MC 3)

“You want to send him some backup?” Sledge offers.

Drex looks over at him. “If it’d make you feel better, you’re welcome to join him. But you know as well as I do that Rush is fully capable of handling anything solo. It’s one reason I sent him. He’s the most lethal with a weapon, and the most vicious under fire.”

“I wouldn’t discount Jude in that race,” Dash snorts. “He’s getting more vicious the longer he goes without sex. And Sarah is doing all she can to make sure his dick is a terrifying thought to any woman who steps foot inside the club.”

My grin is huge. Not gonna lie. I find it hilarious that Sarah scares the shit out of other women who might touch her man.

“I want that sort of power. I really need to learn to shoot,” Eve says on a sigh as she joins Drex at his side, and his arm drops around her shoulders as he kisses the top of her head.

Sledge laughs under his breath.

“The trick is to be really crazy in front of people,” I tell her. “You don’t have to know how to shoot; you just have to show people your inner psycho and hide all the sweet stuff behind closed doors.”

She gives me a thoughtful look.

“I don’t have a whole lot of psycho to show,” Eve finally says.

“I can totally give you lessons,” I offer.

Drex groans as Axle turns his head, his body shaking with silent laughter.

But Eve just gives me a conspiratorial grin. “I’ll take you up on that as long as I don’t have to learn to skate.”

“You need your own gimmick. Skating around corpses is mine.”

“I think I’ll party with my girl over there before your girl gets her hands on her,” Drex says to Axle, tugging Eve away as he guides her toward the rest of the party.

Cuts are still being handed out, everyone looking for their own names. It’s a good day for the Death Chasers.

They’ve fought like hell for a good day.

The others break off to join the party as well, leaving me alone with Axle as he pulls on his cut. It fits him well, even though it needs a little breaking in.

“I want you shirtless with just that cut on later tonight,” I tell him as I wag my eyebrows.

He smirks as he lifts me suddenly, and I try not to giggle like an idiot—because I’m supposed to be a psycho and all that—as he puts me down on the bar and steps in between my legs.

When his lips find mine, I wrap my legs around his waist, kissing him like I’m claiming him in front of everyone. He kisses me just as hard, gripping my ass and pulling me closer.

“I changed my mind,” I murmur against his lips. “I vote we skip the party and party by ourselves in your room upstairs.”

Grinning against my lips, he lifts me, and…then throws me over his shoulder.

Huffing out a breath of defeat, I flop around over the barbarian’s shoulder, letting him haul me toward his cave before he clubs me over the head to keep me.

Then I grin.

Because, well, obviously I’m a little crazy.

And so is he.

And everyone loves a little crazy.

THE END