Property of Drex (Death Chasers MC 1)

I look at Axle, who nods in understanding, letting me know he’ll keep an eye on my girl as all the curious ones in the waiting lounge glance her way.

As soon as we’re in a different section far away from Eve and everyone else, Drake crosses his arms over his chest.

“Why come to me instead of Cecil?”

“He’s out of town. Family shit or something. And Eve needs ink. She was attacked a few nights ago. I’d rather it didn’t happen again, and we both know my name on her will stop all that shit.”

His lips thin, and he groans before dropping his arms back to his sides. “The ban is lifted? Because I fucking hate Hell Breathers, and they’ve been coming in like crazy. It’d be nice if they had a reason to avoid my place again.”

My skin prickles at the mention of their club. Why are they traveling to Drake? He’s way outside of their normal perimeter.

“Why?” I ask him. “They used Michaels the last I heard.”

He shrugs. “Don’t know. But they ask a lot of questions about your dad. I tell them the generic shit, let them think they’re learning more and more, when really they aren’t learning shit.”

My teeth clench. “And you didn’t think to call me to warn me?”

Drake was once my best friend, until two years ago when a girl got in the way. Guys only seem to have problems when pussy is involved.

“I would have, if you hadn’t been a dick to me. Now you know. Like I said, they think I’m giving them something.”

What the hell is Benny after?

My eyes flick to the doorway as Eve crosses my mind. Pop is still leery of her and her intentions, finding her relationship to one traitor too coincidental. The fact she was gifted to us by Benny… Even I can’t deny something is up. But Eve hasn’t given me any reason to think it’s more than just all a coincidence. She’s actually making me believe in coincidences.

“So you want the usual DD on her inner wrist?” Drake asks, snapping me back to the moment.

Ahhh, so that’s why she stuck out her wrist. She must have noticed the other girls sporting the DD tat.

“Nah. She’s not Death Dealer property. I want something special for her.”

Chapter 22

EVE

I was expecting a tattoo on my wrist, not on my shoulder. But Drex always seems oddly interested in that particular piece of skin, which is why I find clothes to wear that show it off, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.

But how the hell long does it take to put a simple DD on there? At least it doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. And no way am I looking. I don’t want to see blood, and Drake said there would definitely be some blood. No thank you.

The stinging sensation continues, and I wince when he hovers over a sensitive area for much too long. Damn. He’s really putting a lot of work into those two letters.

Drex walks up beside me, putting away his phone. He’s been in a private room for a while, so I assume he didn’t want anyone overhearing whatever he was saying.

He peers around, and a smile blooms across his face as he studies what Drake is doing. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him look so excited about something.

“They won’t question if she’s your girl anymore,” Drake says, even though I still won’t look at him. Looking at him might mean seeing my blood.

“Good.” Drex sounds entirely too pleased, and he runs his hand up my bare leg, stopping on my thigh just where my shorts start.

His fingers toy with the flesh just under the hem of my shorts on my inner thigh, and I ignore the embarrassing shiver that wracks my body from that small, intimate touch.

He held me all night that night. Kept me in his bed. And he never once tried to touch me in a sexual way. He was… considerate. Which isn’t what I expected from Drex.

He hasn’t touched me like that since then, and he’s been attentive… even sweet? It’s been nice. It’s also been blurring those lines even more. Fortunately, I’m a little tougher to break than I thought. Or maybe I’m still suppressing feelings about this entire new world I’m in until it’s safe to really go crazy.

“I expect to see some of you guys soon,” Drake tells him, and the buzzing stops as he starts wiping at my tattoo again. Shit, that burns.

“I’ll spread the word,” Drex says absently, still smiling at my arm even as he continues to torture me with his fingers on my leg.

“I take it you approve?” Drake asks, stepping back.

Drex’s touch leaves me as he moves around to take Drake’s spot, and I glance up as his smile grows even broader.