Property of Drex (Death Chasers MC 2)

I’m glad he can’t see my shoulder right now. If he’s going this crazy over thinking I’d have the typical DD initials on my wrist, he’d flip out over that.

His jaw is tight and his eyes are blazing with fury. He’s cracking his knuckles while staring at nothing in particular.

“I should go,” I say quietly, hoping he just gets up.

“You should eat the fucking food you ordered,” he argues, not budging from his spot.

“Ben, this is just weird. I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Apparently you like guys this way if you want to fucking stay with Drex. Like it rough nowadays, Eve?” The bite to his tone is harsh, and I shrink back, feeling trapped.

Fuck this.

I’ve dealt with much worse lately than Ben in a pissed off mood. He might be acting like a jerk and handling me too roughly, but he won’t hurt me.

“Get out of the booth. Let me out,” I tell him a little firmer.

He cuts his eyes toward me, and I swear there’s a coldness there I’ve never seen before. I didn’t even know he was capable of it.

“No.” He turns more to face me. “Tell me what the hell is going on with you. What’s up with you and Drex? Why are you with him instead of working for Herrin? Esmerelda would never let you in Herrin’s bed, so I figured he’d put you to work. What happened?”

I can’t tell him. Even if I could tell him, I wouldn’t want to at this point. He’s not acting like my friend right now. He’s acting jealous and crazed. I could have been a sex slave and getting used and abused by the entire club, but all he’s concerned with is the fact I’m happy with Drex.

“I’m getting up,” I mumble.

Gasps ring out as I stand up in the seat, and I start to crawl across the table, but Ben grabs me at the waist and jerks me back down to the seat until my ass is pressed against the bag I put between us.

“Tell me what’s going on,” he says against my ear. “It’s me, Eve. Same guy you’ve always known. Same guy you’ve always trusted. Not the guy who murdered your father.”

My eyebrows go up in confusion at the random statement from nowhere, and I twist toward him.

“What did you say?”

He almost looks pleased. “You heard me. Do you really think your father—the guy who panicked when he took a Tylenol because it made him feel loopy—would kill himself by overdosing? No. He pissed off that club. It’s why they even went along with the trade. They just want a little more revenge. You’re getting played, Eve. Played hard.”

I clear my throat and shake my head, struggling to get away from him. “You’re lying. The medical examiner said it was an overdose.”

“No doubt,” he agrees. “But your dad didn’t shove those pills down his throat without coercion. It was kill himself or watch you be killed. I know. I didn’t know how to tell you, since you’re so fragile, sweet Eve. It’s why I’ve been trying to get you out. Think Drex really wants you? Or do you think he’s having fun with his enemy’s daughter?”

I’m still struggling to get free, and he releases me so abruptly that I accidentally launch myself against the diner window with enough force to almost knock myself out. Spots speckle my vision, and I blink rapidly while feeling my head.

Ben doesn’t even seem to give a damn that I’m barely staying conscious. He’s still ranting.

“You’re fucking your father’s killer. Herrin doesn’t do the dirty work himself, Eve. He unleashes his little attack dog that he calls his son. Think about that when Drex is putting his dick inside you.”

My ears are ringing, and my neck is on fire. My head is thudding from the window attack, and I taste blood in my mouth. It registers that I’ve bitten my tongue when a subtle sting forms.

“Drex, don’t!” I hear someone yell, but I’m too busy trying not to blackout to see anything or even comprehend what’s going on around me.

“Fuck!” Ben yelps, as something that sounds like a hit collides against the white noise playing on a loop in my ears.

Something resembling a fight takes place before my blurry eyes, but it’s hard to focus on the figures in the struggle. Glass shatters violently somewhere in the room, and more things clank and rattle. Axle. I hear Axle, I think.

“Drex! Damn it, check on her. He’s down for the count. We have to get out of here. Dash, grab her shit.”

My head is throbbing when two familiar arms wrap around me, tugging me close to a body I’ve learned just by touch.

“He’s fucking dead.” That’s definitely Drex’s voice. And he’s definitely pissed.

“Not here,” Dash hisses close by.

I continue blinking, trying to get the blurry scene back to clear, but it’s no use. My eyes feel heavier and heavier.