Property of Drex (Death Chasers MC 2)

A cough sounds out from the one on the left as he strangles on air, and the one on the right wrinkles his nose.

“I know he loves pizza and dark beer. He also likes sex first thing when he wakes up. He’s incredible with his mouth. Oh, and he can give me multiple orgasms any time he wants, because he’s that good. I also know he loves his motorcycle. Just like all of them. Some of them might smell like shit, but their rides are going to sparkle. Drex always smells good, so he’s not included in that. He works out a lot, in case you’re wondering about why his body is so nice. They like their clubs and bars. They also like their women. And they have constant bets on who can reassemble a carburetor the quickest. Those guys love the mechanics of things.”

They both narrow their eyes at me. Leftie shakes his head.

“You know that’s not what we’re here to ask about.”

“It’s a shame you think I know more. Think Drex Caine would just turn me loose if I knew anything other than what I just told you? Honestly, that’s the most boring crew I’ve been around yet. The Hell Breathers had more excitement and danger. Benny Highland is a beast. It’s why I left the Death Dealers. I got bored. Understand?”

Neither look convinced, but they also look torn because I pose a good point about Drex not letting me go if I knew something. The whole Hell Breathers thing was stupid to say and it sounded incredibly contrived, but it’d be nice if they shoved their noses up Benny’s ass for a while and left Drex alone.

They start to say more, but my boss/landlord, who is sweating profusely and walking with a limp, comes toward us, waving his arms around wildly.

“Unless you boys have a warrant, you can’t be on my property.”

“It’s a public establishment,” Righty growls.

“It’s for paying customers, and I can refuse service to anyone I want. Says so on my damn sign. Now quit harassing my guests!”

Apparently Mr. Sweaty—as I like to call him—doesn’t want the Feds poking around in his place. Makes sense, since this is a rent-by-the-hour sort of place too.

He grumbles at their backs as he guides them away, and I watch until they leave, probably heading back to scout out Drex.

I pick up my phone, stop the recording, and start to send it to Drex. Then decide I’d rather do it in person. Maybe I’m a masochist who wants to feel her heart broken into a million pieces, but I want to see him. I also want him to tell me why he just shoved me out without so much as a goodbye.

I deserve at least that much.

After putting on another shirt that shows off my tattoo, I walk over and pound on the door where I know two are always staying, and to my surprise, Axle is my greeting.

“What’d they want?”

Apparently he was watching. I’m surprised he couldn’t hear.

I hand him my phone, but I don’t give him time to play the video.

“I need a ride to the warehouse. Drex should see it himself.”

His eyebrows go up. “Not supposed to take you there anymore.”

“The bus works just as well as your bike.”

I smile like a smartass, and he groans while cursing and telling someone he’ll be back. He walks over to his bike, pausing to wipe some dust off it. I bet it’s killing him to have to leave it out in the open like this, but there’s actually a “no motorcycles in the room” policy here. That’s a real thing.

Axle hands me a spare helmet, helps me onto the back of his bike, and bitches about how pissed Drex is going to be before finally cranking it up and tearing out of the parking lot.

It’s not a terribly long ride, but it’s at least twenty minutes.

Now, my stomach is in knots, my hands are sweating, and my heartbeat is going so fast that it’s almost a constant hum in my chest. Even my toes are tingling. I’m going to get to see him, and the excitement unfurling can’t be denied.

I also can’t deny that it’s the first time I’ve felt anything but miserable since I left.

Axle pulls into the large garage, and several people look at us as I dismount. Eyebrows pull together in confusion, surprise, and discontent. Some actually look pissed I’m here.

I ignore all of them, for once not feeling like I’m shaking in terror.

As soon as I walk into the main room where the music is flowing, my heart slams into my ribs. Guys are everywhere, and girls are all over them. It must be party time. I didn’t even consider the fact Drex might have a girl on him, and a sick feeling settles in my stomach as I glance from face to face, hesitantly searching for him.