Property of Drex (Death Chasers MC 1)

Sarah turns and her smile falls as she stares over my shoulder. “You can’t question us without a lawyer. James has already told you that,” she says, glaring at the guy who must be a federal agent.

“I can’t ask you anything at the private garage. I can speak to you all I want in a public place. And it’s not you I want to talk to.”

She glares at him, and she reaches down for my hand. “Come on. Beth can send the drinks to the table.”

I start to go with her, but the guy grabs my arm and puts his mouth against my ear.

“Drex will know about the five-hundred thousand dollars Benny Highland gave you unless you speak to me right now.”

I want to laugh, but I don’t. “Tell him,” I say before shrugging out of his grip and allowing Sarah to start guiding me through the crowd.

We make it two feet before a man with a vest that says Dark Angels on it stops me in my tracks. “You look lost,” he says, bringing up both of my wrists and forcing Sarah to lose her grip on me.

He eyes them as though he’s looking for something, and then he smirks when he doesn’t find what he apparently sought. His beard is white and black mixed together, and it touches the top of his chest in a point. It might be too dark to see the color of his eyes, but the deviant intentions are bright as day.

“And you’re apparently not on long-term loan to Drex. Care to come outside with me? If you’re a thrill-seeker, I can give you all the thrills—”

His words are cut off when a fist catches his jaw, and everyone in the club gets to their feet, all of them carefully gauging the situation. As the guy falls to the ground, Drex lowers his fist and glares at the man.

“Last I checked, this is my club and my girl.”

His voice sounds so calm, but the tic of his jaw says otherwise. Sarah is at the booth, and Snake is on his feet with his hand behind him, acting as though he’s seconds from pulling a weapon if need be.

All I wanted was a damn drink.

The guy on the ground laughs while wiping his mouth, and some of the men who are also wearing cuts that say Dark Angels are sitting down a little calmer than they stood up. The girl dancing on the stage has become a forgotten figure amongst the madness, and all eyes are on Drex.

“The girl isn’t inked. Didn’t realize you had a special attachment to her. My apologies.”

Drex rolls his shoulders back before cracking his neck to the side. “Cecil is out of town. He’ll be back soon. Now you know.”

The guy nods, still laughing as he hauls himself to his feet. Then he walks back toward his table. Drex turns his glare on me, and I feel as though I shrink two feet under his glower. But his eyes move to be over my shoulder as the abandoned agent apparently nears.

“I’m not answering any questions tonight,” Drex says while putting his arm around me.

“You don’t have to. I just saw you punch a guy in the face. I can arrest you for that.”

Drex laughs, and so does the majority of the club who are all standing once again. The agent’s partner starts walking up from the back, readying himself for anything.

“You can’t arrest the bloke if I don’t press charges,” the man Drex hit says, laughing as though the notion is preposterous. “I messed with his old lady. I deserved the kiss on the cheek he gave me. And that’s what it was. A sweet little kiss.”

I really don’t understand this world.

Drex stifles a grin as everyone in there starts making kissing noises, taunting the agent whose jaw is tense and almost shaking. He’s pissed.

“Fine. But this is a public place. I’ll stick around.”

“Actually,” Liza says, showing up out of nowhere. “This is a private business that I run. And I can refuse to serve anyone. You boys are causing problems in my club, so you should go. Now.”

He starts to speak, but when all of the bikers take a step closer, both agents exchange a clear look of defeat. I’m not as well versed on the law as them, but if Liza is telling the truth, then they really don’t have a choice.

Apparently they either get scared or decide it’s not worth it, because they both leave, and I blow out a relieved breath when I see Drex’s anger has completely disappeared from his face.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever hit someone in here,” he muses, acting as though he’s really thinking that over.

“It’s not the first time you’ve threatened someone,” Liza chides, walking by him on her way to our booth.