Property of Drex (Death Chasers MC 2)

“And only answer the door if you see Death Dealers cuts… I mean… vests that say Death Dealers. Anyone else, don’t answer at all. The guys are watching, so I doubt anyone will make it to your door who doesn’t belong.”

Her face is a mixture of terror and horror, and I blame myself. I did what had to be done, but I never foresaw the true possibility of so many consequences. Naivety at its best.

“Where are you going?” she asks me quietly as I pick my bag back up and head to my room.

“Somewhere farther away. Trust me. Don’t call the cops, and don’t trust any bikers besides the Death Dealers. I’ll find out how long they’re sticking around,” I call over my shoulder, fighting off tears that want to fall for so many reasons. Drex won’t put anyone over there he doesn’t trust personally.

I grab my hidden stash of a few hundred dollars, and shove it into my bag. Then I walk back out to hug my mother, promising her it will all be okay. I’ll find out how well they’re watching the house.

She argues for a minute, but I remind her the boys are here and need to be safe. With reluctance, she finally lets me go, and I jog across the street.

Before I can knock on the door, Dash is opening it and staring at me in confusion. Guess they’re watching pretty closely.

“How many of you are watching my house and for how long?”

He frowns before pocketing his hands like he’s been caught. Did he think they were unnoticeable?

“Five of us will be watching at all times for a few months. We’re taking shifts. Why? What’s going on?”

Five. That’s a good number.

“Keep them safe, please,” I tell him with a forced smile.

“We’ll keep all of you safe. Drex would kill anyone who let harm come your way.”

Just his name has my heart squeezing in my chest and emotion wads up in my throat.

“Thanks.”

I turn and walk away, but Dash jogs up when he sees me heading toward the bus stop.

“The fuck are you going? You just got home.”

“And I need to get far away from that house,” I point out. “My brothers live there.”

“Yeah. Which is why we’re all watching diligently. You’re safe here.”

“They’re safer without me.”

Just as the bus pulls up, Dash grabs me at the waist and lifts me off the ground to keep me from getting on it.

“You’re supposed to stay at home,” he growls. “Where are you going with a bag full of clothes?”

“You do remember the fact I tried to destroy your dick the last time you got in my way?” I hiss.

People gasp and walk by quickly, while Dash chuckles. “Which is why I’m holding you with your back facing me and keeping those pretty knees and hands far away from my beloved jewels.”

I twist, bending just right to reach between my legs and his legs to grab onto his crotch before he can do anything about it, and I clamp down on his jeans until I grab a good handful. Air hisses between his teeth, while people stumble over themselves to look at how ridiculous we must appear.

“Damn it! What are you? A fucking circus freak?”

“Put me down and let me go. I have to be somewhere else, but I want all of you here to watch over them. You decide if you want your dick intact or not while you watch over them.”

He growls, but he loosens his hold on me, slowly lowering me to the ground. It’s an awkward arrangement, since I’m still reaching between my own legs to grab his crotch. Finally, I release him and jump back. He makes no move to come after me.

“You’re a fucking menace to balls,” he growls, rubbing himself without shame as more and more people take notice. Poor sweet neighborhood. They’re not used to such spectacles.

“Do you have a weapon and an address as to where you’re going?” he asks me as he continues to massage the pain away from his groin.

“I’ll be at the motel downtown. About twenty minutes from your warehouse. The one with the stars, boobs, and boots on the sign.” He grimaces, but I don’t see how he can judge. It seems like his kind of place. I also add, “I don’t want a weapon.”

He looks around, then jerks my bag out of my hand. Before I can protest, I see a glint of black being shoved inside.

“If you have to use that, fucking call me immediately. Or at least wipe my damn prints off it. We’ll send some guys out there to watch you too.”

“Keep them all here. I don’t want anyone pulled off my family.”

“Drex will send others there, Eve. No one will be pulled off.”

His name again.

Tears fill my eyes this time, and my lip trembles. Dash’s look softens and he finally quits playing with his balls.