Property of Drex (Death Chasers MC 2)

“She doesn’t need to hear any of this.”

Reluctantly, I move away from Eve, then point at Axle. “Stay with her. We’re going to Drake’s room down the hall to finish watching this.”

He nods, and Sarah takes a seat beside Eve, entwining their fingers. Colleen stands beside Sarah, looking like she’s on the verge of crying. I swallow down the urge to stay, and follow Rush as he walks out.

The guys step out of my way when I exit the room. Only one steps closer.

“How is she?” Chain asks.

“She’s banged up, but she’s going to survive,” Rush answers for me.

I glare at him, but he just walks away.

“We’re behind you when you decide you want to strike back,” Chain tells me, drawing my attention back to him.

I look around at all the men vowing their silent allegiance. It means a lot that they’d side with me over Pop.

“I’ll let you know when I strike,” I say as I turn back to face Chain. “Because I will be striking. I just want to find out who all is involved to make sure we don’t start a war.”

He nods before stepping aside, and I briskly walk toward Drake’s room with Snake and Dash on my heels. Rush already has the video playing when we walk in, and Dash shuts the door behind us.

“That fucker,” Drake mumbles in his sleep, so doped up on painkillers that he hasn’t been able to really sit up and be alert since he came here.

Both of his legs are broken, along with several ribs. His lung barely missed being punctured. He has a row of stitches in his left arm and all down his left side from the impact. His head is wrapped because of another wound, though I’m not sure how extensive the damage is there. It’s amazing he even survived.

My attention goes back to the screen, watching as Rush skips ahead, pausing at intervals to see if the music is still playing.

“I’ll have someone comb the footage from start to finish to see if we can overhear any conversations going on in between times,” he says without looking back at me. “Right now, I just want to—”

His words halt when he pauses it and the basement is quiet. Eve’s head is hanging, and she appears to be asleep. I thought they deprived her of sleep for the full four days. I’m not sure what day it is at this point, since there are no time reference points, and I can’t see from here how many hours into the footage we are.

I’m scared to get too close, because I might break the computer if I get my hands on it.

White hot fury pumps through my veins when Ben comes into focus, walking beside Mikey and Larry—the dead fucking dragon.

“What the fuck are they putting in her arm?” I growl as Ben hooks an IV to her and holds the back above his head.

“I found fluid bags in the house. It looks like they kept her just hydrated enough to keep the body from shutting down, but they didn’t let her drink anything because the thirst is part of the torture,” Rush says absently.

My fists clench, and we watch it, all of us listening silently. Mikey finally says something to Ben, and I crack my neck to the side.

“You sure she’s fucking worth this? All because you want to keep the big piece of the pie to yourself?”

“Eve shouldn’t have ever fucking been with him. She loved me once. If she wants a fucking monster, then I’ll give her one,” Ben bites out through clenched teeth.

They don’t say anything else, and Mikey ends up leaving as Larry moves closer to Eve. I start toward the computer, reducing some of the distance when that fucker touches her cheek.

“Unless you want your hand chopped off, stop fucking touching her,” Ben growls at Larry.

I wish Rush hadn’t killed him. I’d have loved to cut Larry’s fucking dick off and shoved it down his throat until he choked to death on it. Death by his own cock would have been a much better way for him to go.

Larry narrows his eyes at Ben, but removes his hand from my girl while walking back toward the stairs. Ben… Never would I have ever thought anyone could be intimidated by him. But Larry seemed to know his place with Ben.

We watch as Ben withdraws the IV tube from the needle that is taped to her hand, ending the hydrating session. My jaw grinds, as he leans over and presses a kiss to her cheek. Fucking psycho. I can’t wait to get my hands on him.

As he walks away, retreating back up the steps, the music blares back to life. Eve startles, and she barely lifts her head, but it falls back down, even though I can tell her eyes are open now. She was oblivious to even being touched.