Property of Drex (Death Chasers MC 1)

Probably best to keep things as neutral as possible.

“You have to be curious about the rest of the club and us. I’m with Snake,” she says, sounding proud.

Is Snake the one with the snake tattoos? That would make sense. Or did Drex call him Axle? It’s all a blur.

“Snake seems quiet,” I say softly, trying to add to the conversation without painting a bigger target on my back.

“Opposites attract,” Colleen mutters spitefully under her breath, still pretending to give a damn about the TV.

Sarah continues as though Colleen didn’t just take a stab at her. “He is. And he’s incredibly sweet. Liza introduced us. She runs the strip club. I was working there, Snake saw me, Liza made a private meeting possible, and it was love at first sight. Now I work at the salon that Colleen runs. Snake obviously didn’t want me stripping anymore.”

Liza is still attentively studying me, and it’s making me even more uncomfortable.

“Do you live here?” I ask, turning my attention back to Sarah.

“Sometimes we stay here. Usually Snake and I stay at our house. We just bought a place last month. Drex has a nice house. Will he be taking you there?”

I have no idea where I’ll be going.

“Drex will be done with her before he goes back home. She’ll be one of the other guy’s whore by then,” Colleen says, smirking as though she’s enjoying the hell out of this.

Liza seems older, possibly late thirties or early forties. Her constant staring is making me more uncomfortable than Colleen taking every nasty jab she can.

“How are you ladies getting along?” Sledge asks as he comes in and sits down beside Liza. She smiles at him before he tugs her to be on his lap, and she settles down peacefully as though it’s a truly normal thing.

I look behind me just as a tall guy with a large snake tattoo on the side of his neck walks in. That’s not the guy I thought Snake was. Glad I guessed lucky about him being quiet.

Sarah beams up at him as he comes to pull her up from her spot on the couch. He sits down where she was, and then she ends up in his lap. He looks like a model with tattoos, almost as though he’s an actor playing a part. His blonde hair, clean shave, and white teeth don’t fit the dark tattoos he’s wearing.

When Drex and a few others walk in, my heart tries to stop. He’s drinking a beer, and his eyes are glued to mine. I can’t tell if he hates me or wants me right now. I really don’t want to be thrown into bed with someone else. Someone who might hurt me.

Drex seems to be about giving pleasure as much as he is about receiving it. Someone else might not care if they break my body to get what they want. I’m grateful for him, even if it does confuse the hell out of me.

“Hey,” I murmur softly, looking up at him.

I need to do everything I can to not be annoying or boring. That is my new set of goals.

“Hey,” he says with a lazy grin. He moves closer to me, and I stand up, unsure of what I need to do.

He tugs me to him, and I lean back when he bends to get closer to my neck.

“Get Marlene and the others over here. Drex is hogging the new girl,” one guy with a deep voice says.

Drex smiles against my neck, and then he drags his lips up, letting them graze my chin and brush my lips before he pulls back.

“No one else touches her,” he says, and I tremble a little.

He wraps his free arm around my back, tugging me to his body, and then he pulls his beer to his lips.

“You drink?” Sarah asks me.

I rarely drink, but that would be boring to say.

“Get her something strong. She’s had a long day,” Drex says, sliding his hand down to possessively rest on my ass.

My white shirt is almost see-through, and one side hangs off my shoulder. He seems very interested in that shoulder, considering his lips have moved to there. His teeth nip the flesh, and I bite back a moan as I arch closer.

“Here,” Sarah says cheerily, handing me a glass of something that looks like orange juice, and I snap out of my moment.

“Screwdriver,” she says, grinning when she sees me eyeing it skeptically.

I smile appreciatively and thank her, and she goes back to the couch to join the GQ model with a viper creeping up his neck. Well, a viper tattoo.

“Drink all you want,” Drex says against my neck.

Then he leans back up and turns his attention to the TV before dropping to the chair and pulling me with him. If all of this has happened in one day, I dread seeing what it’s going to be like in a week.