Property of Drex (Death Chasers MC 2)

Drake curses, then he grunts a, “Fuck me.”

“The fuck is going on in here?” Drex growls, letting his eyes drop to my exposed back, and apparently my exposed ass. Not my fault this hospital keeps the ridiculous slit in the back of their gowns.

“We’re having a conversation,” I say with a sweet smile. “It’s full of dirty innuendo and intriguing assumptions about my pussy.”

“No the hell it isn’t,” Drake refutes, looking at me like I’ve lost my damn mind.

“But you were just saying that my—”

“Damn it, you crazy woman! Don’t give him a reason to break my arms while I can’t fight back!” Drake barks.

My lips twitch, and Drex glares at Drake like he’s debating if he could really hurt a guy who can’t defend himself. I roll my eyes.

“It’s not like Drex still wants me. Remember?” I ask Drake, but I keep my eyes fixed on Drex.

Very slowly, those chilly blue eyes turn to meet my gaze, and I cock an eyebrow as if I’m daring him to deny it. Considering he won’t even freaking speak to me, I’m pretty sure I’ve hit the nail right on the head.

“Sarah will bring you some fucking clothes. Get back to your room. We’re leaving in ten.”

“Quit bossing me around,” I grumble, turning back to face Drake, who is seething a little since I put his balls at stake. I decide to keep talking like there isn’t a murderous VP standing right behind me, and I pretend Drake isn’t silently condemning me to hell with his eyes.

“Anyway, so there’s a chance—”

My words end on a squeal when I’m suddenly being lifted, and Drex curses while covering my ass a little better.

“Put me down, damn it! I’m talking.”

“You’re shutting the fuck up and getting your clothes on like I told you to do,” Drex growls.

Anger and embarrassment hit me hard when I struggle in vain and hear the snickers all around us, realizing we’re in the hallway where all of the Death Dealers are getting a show. Drex narrows his eyes on a few of them, ending the chuckling.

As soon as we’re back in the room, Axle jumps like the kid who has just been caught. He grins at Drex, who glares at him.

“What happened to you promising not to let her out of the room again?” Drex snarls.

“You’ve made her stay in here much longer than necessary. I think she deserves to walk around. Just so happened that Drake was finally feeling good enough for company, and she’s one of the few he actually wants to see.”

“What?” I snap, whipping my eyes to Drex. “You said the doctor told me I wasn’t ready to leave.”

Drex’s jaw tenses. “Do you think I’ve gone soft or something?”

His voice is cold, but Axle doesn’t even blink. “I think you’re not thinking at all. Eve isn’t a little girl. She’s capable of making her own decisions.”

“She’s not capable of making decisions that she doesn’t understand the consequences of.”

“And there are consequences for her speaking with Drake? The guy she works for? The guy she was in a wreck with? The guy who cares about her in a non-sexual way? Or are we talking about other consequences involving her decisions, Drex? Hard to tell anymore.”

“I’m right here!” I bark, struggling to get away from Drex.

He finally deposits me gently onto the bed, and he grabs Axle by the shirt before slamming him against a wall.

“You don’t want to fucking push me right now,” Drex seethes.

For Pete’s sake.

“And you want to get your fucking hands off me,” Axle says in a chilling way that has the hairs on my body rising to attention.

Just because I’m getting worried they’re close to throwing punches, I try to lighten the tension.

“When you two get finished seeing who has the bigger dick, would you care to get out so I can get changed?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. Sarah hasn’t even brought my clothes yet, but my words have both of them easing away from each other like attack dogs being pulled back by their leashes.

I don’t understand these guys. I really don’t. And I’m getting a headache from the constant confusion they induce.

Axle turns toward me, giving me a look that lets me know he knows what I just did. He’s a hard guy to read since he usually doesn’t wear an expression. As soon as he’s gone, Drex turns to face me again.

“Eve, you seem to keep forgetting who I am. I’m not sure when you thought you were suddenly in charge, but you’re not.”

My mind and body refuse to cower to him. Slowly, I stand from the bed, and watch as all of his muscles tense when I get closer. Tilting my head back, I stare up at him when I’m inches away.

“What are you going to do if I don’t listen to you?” I prod. Yes, I’m trying to provoke him. I’m stupid like that.