Property of Drex (Death Chasers MC 2)

Wait… That’s the mob’s thing. Not a motorcycle club.

Shaking my head from my thoughts, I slide my hands over his, leaning back against him.

“And to think I was going to teach Math.”

His eyebrows go up at my random shift in conversation.

“What?”

“I was going to college to get my teaching degree just last year. Now I’m standing naked in your bathroom and calmly discussing how to deal with not getting myself killed over a misunderstanding or lack of trust.”

He grimaces, and I turn in his arms. One of his hands comes up and cups my cheek, and I stare into his eyes.

“Where do you want to be?” he asks me, even though I can see the hesitance in his eyes to receive the answer.

I’d never have thought I’d want to be here. But after running away from all this… I didn’t feel anything but lost. Maybe because it was so short-lived, but I wanted to be back with Drex. Which sounds insane even in my head.

This… This is all crazy and dangerous and possibly even suicidal. But the edge of fear is also exciting and intense. I feel something every day instead of going through the motions. Each moment seems important. Each second ticks by slower. I’m no longer rushing through the day to get to the next day so I can start living my life.

Right now, I’m just living. It’s better than just surviving.

I wasn’t happy in my life, but I was doing what I thought I was supposed to. I was following the path laid out for me by my father. I was trying to make everyone happy by being the perfect daughter. The perfect sister. The perfect girl.

“I want to be here,” I whisper. “With you.”

His sexy smile slowly curves up, and he tugs me to him.

“Good. Because I don’t want to let you go.”

The way he words it makes me feel as though he would have let me go if I had just asked him to. It means something when he kisses me this time, as though he’s speaking without words, showing me appreciation and gratitude.

My fingers thread through his hair, pulling him closer, and I don’t protest when he lifts me onto the sink’s ledge.

My legs wrap around his waist, and he continues kissing me for so long that I lose track of time. I could get used to this life as long as I can detach myself from his reality.

I think.

Hopefully.

Because I don’t want to let him go.

Chapter 6

DREX

Following her feels wrong. Not telling her what I’m doing feels shitty. Lying to her is the fucking worst.

But Eve sucks ass at acting, and Pop has some of his guys who will be watching her, even though he said he trusted me to have my guys do it. I now know Pop doesn’t care to lie to me.

And here I am fucking doing the same thing to her.

Fuck my fucking life right now.

Eve is driving a BMW toward town, and I’m riding toward the end of the long row of Harleys behind her. I kissed her goodbye this morning, watched as she smiled, excited about going shopping just because she was getting out of the damn warehouse.

My life involves a lot of security measures. My life involves a lot of sacrifices to the normal person. Sacrifices I never realized I was having to make. Sacrifices I still don’t care to make.

But Eve having to make those same sacrifices…

Axle and I waited until she and the others had a head start, then we loaded up and drove like hell to catch up… So I could spy on my fucking girl who trusts me.

As we enter town, people turn their heads, watching us with just enough fear. Axle and I are in street clothes to attempt to blend in while we follow my girl from a safe distance. The others are in their cuts though, and everyone knows who they are.

Eve pulls over to a curb, and like the good girl she is, she immediately feeds money into the meter. Axle pulls off to the side, and I follow suit. I keep my helmet on until Eve disappears into a store, then I turn my back on the store and tug my helmet off.

Two of our guys lounge on their bikes, ready to watch all the rides to ensure no one tampers with them, while the rest of us walk off to do our own thing.

Axle doesn’t say much, and we silently watch Eve through the glass while she grabs a few things from the weird store full of bad girl clothing. She was wearing prissy sweaters and elegant camisoles when she came to me. Her bag was full of that shit.

It’s one more thing I’ve stolen from her.

“Why do you look so guilty right now?” Axle asks as Eve walks out, not even looking around to see me stalking her.