Property of Drex (Death Chasers MC 2)

I try to bite into the flesh, even manage to draw blood, but all I hear is a sadistic laugh as I struggle in vain.

“She’s feisty. No wonder Drex has lost his fucking mind. Girl is probably damn good in bed.”

I don’t know the voice, but it isn’t the same guy who was holding a gun on me, considering he’s hobbling toward the SUV that is parked just down the street from the warehouse. Something loud crashes from behind the warehouse, letting me know the guys are being played and misdirected.

The guy holding me tosses me into the open door in the backseat, and I immediately try to push out on the other side, but the door doesn’t open.

A rumble of laughter spreads through the backseat just as the engine starts, and I turn to see a semi-familiar face. He almost looks like—

“You’re not as pretty as I was expecting, given all the fuss,” the asshole says as the SUV zooms out of the alley.

He’s big and tall, but it’s his eyes that have haunted me, even though they’re not exactly the same.

“Where are we doing this?” the driver I kneed in the balls asks.

“Let’s head to the club. I’ll fuck her in the backseat while you play the lookout, and then we’ll tie her fucking body up on the flagpole. It’ll make a bigger statement than leaving her dead in Drex’s bed like Herrin wanted.”

My eyes land on his gun, but it’s holstered to his side. The chances of me stealing it at the moment are slim.

“Don’t even think about it, bitch,” he taunts, actually giving me a dark, menacing smile.

My eyes jerk away, and I start searching for my next plan. Just as we turn on a back alley road, the SUV jerks to a halt. My entire body slams against the driver’s seat as the driver curses.

“The fuck is this shit?” the guy beside me snaps.

I look out the front windshield as a girl with long blonde hair smiles and waves at us, sitting on top of her car’s hood like she’s just chilling in the creepy alleyway with her car blocking the passage.

Oh shit. That’s Sarah…

“Is that Snake’s girl?” the guy beside me barks.

He throws the door open, just as the driver sucks in a breath. “Lester, no! She’s a—”

His words die in his throat when Lester’s body drops to the ground, despite the fact I never heard a sound. Sarah blows the end of her gun that has a silencer on the end of it as well, and she winks at me through the windshield before motioning with her head for me to move.

I scramble across the backseat, but before I can reach the door, I hear the sound of glass splitting and several grunts come from the driver. I look over to see blood oozing from his chest where four bullet holes are, and I climb out of the vehicle through the open door Lester left behind.

By the time I round the front, Sarah is already pulling the driver out of the front seat and putting his body next to Lester’s.

“Hey, Eve,” she says cheerily. “Don’t worry about, Colleen. I’m sure she’ll be fine. I sent the paramedics straight there after I got off the phone with her. I’m sure the guys will hate having to deal with the cops over that, but it is what it is. She’ll be fine though. No one wants someone with DD tat to die on their table, so they’ll work extra hard to save her. Or I’ll make them regret not saving her,” she prattles on, acting as though birds are singing and braiding her hair as she struts back to her car and pulls out a camera, snapping pictures of the dead bodies that are now near my feet.

“You killed them,” I whisper, searching for anyone who might have seen.

“They would have killed you,” she chirps while putting the camera back in her car and skipping—yes, skipping—back toward me like we’re two friends meeting for brunch.

“I can’t believe you shot them in broad daylight,” I go on, looking away from the sight I can’t stomach any longer.

She frowns while glancing down, but I don’t follow her gaze. I’ve seen enough blood.

“Yeah, I should have asked questions first. Guess I got trigger happy, considering what they did to my girl and what they planned to do to you. At least I didn’t get stabby.” She smiles like she just said the most brilliant thing ever. “The blood spray is ridiculous when I get stabby and that looks like a new shirt you have on. Hot Topic?”

I don’t know her at all. I just thought I did.

“We should probably go before people see the two dead guys,” she points out, smirking when I scramble toward her Audi. “I’m sure the guys have already freaked out and called Drex,” she goes on with her back to me, doing something to the front end of the abandoned SUV before skipping back toward the driver’s seat of her car.