Property of Drex (Death Chasers MC 1)

“And?” Drex prompts. “Since when do the FBI care about what businesses a person buys?”

His lips go to my neck while he plays the bored, careless man I know he’s not. He’s cold and calculated. Something tells me he’s also a killer, considering the warning he gave me earlier.

“It always raises suspicion when someone buys up as much property as you have. Care if we take a look around?”

All the men chuckle, and the redhead snorts derisively.

Drex grins against my neck before pulling back to speak to them.

“Gentlemen, as accommodating as I’d like to be, I’m afraid I’m old-fashioned. You’re more than welcome to visit the public areas of my public businesses, but I’m afraid my insurance doesn’t cover anyone going where they don’t belong. Unfortunately, you can only see what is right in front of you. And as you can see, this is our warehouse and hangout. Nothing special. If you want to see more, feel free to bring a warrant and I’ll gladly let you have a look around.”

Drex is amazingly calm, cool, and collected, even as he gropes me right in front of everyone. Fortunately it’s all done under my shirt and no one can see anything but his hand moving around in there. I find myself cursing inwardly again when I have to squeeze my thighs together to stave off the ache that’s forming.

“This place is a little big to be a hangout. Don’t you think?” one agent asks.

“We also live here some. It’s a place for our guys to crash when they’re in town from another area. I live here a lot of the time. That’s just the way we do things. Sorry to disappoint you. We’re just a boring group who enjoy tinkering on cars and playing with our rides.”

His lips return to my neck, and my body reflexively leans against him. “I think I’m going to take my girl upstairs now. Sarah, will show you these boys out?” Drex asks, but it doesn’t sound like an actual question.

A sick, twisted part of me actually gets excited when he says those words about taking me upstairs.

I hate myself.

Drex reaches up and grabs my hair with his free hand, using it to angle my head and give himself easier access to my neck as the men walk out. One turns and looks at me, his eyes narrowing in on me as Drex makes a show of devouring my neck.

The moment they’re out the door, Drex removes his hand from my shirt, stands and lifts me by my hips, and drops me on top of the table. As soon as my ass hits the hard surface, he comes to stand between my legs. He towers over me as I try to catch my breath, feeling all the more humiliated.

“Girls, I need you to leave for a minute,” he says, but his eyes stay on me.

Is he going to fuck me in front of the guys? Please no. Please no. Please, please, please no.

I hear the sound of heels clicking as the girls walk away without protest, leaving me to fend for myself, but all the men stay at the table.

“They couldn’t keep their eyes off her. They’re going to ask questions, and then they’re going to try using her to get to us,” one of the men says, and I swallow hard.

“How could they use me?” I whisper, feeling so small under Drex’s glower. I thought the show went well.

“They swear to you that I can’t touch you if you help them catch Pop or me,” Drex answers coldly, a menacing undercurrent to his tone.

What did I do wrong?

“I couldn’t do that even if I wanted to. I’d never put my family at risk,” I say in a near whisper again.

Drex’s lips twitch, acting as though he’s amused. “Good. You’re scared.”

Of course I’m freaking scared, you psycho.

He leans back and drops down to his chair, seeming satisfied, and leaves me on the table, feeling very on display again.

“You’d better tell me the second they approach you,” he says, letting his eyes rake over my short shorts, lingering and pausing on my center as he strums his lips with his index finger in a lazy, pensive motion.

“I will. But I don’t plan on leaving here. You said I’d be staying up there.” I point above us, even though his apartment thingy isn’t actually over this room.

His lips twitch again, and everyone at the table chuckles. I’m not sure why they find that so funny.

“Baby, you can’t stay in here all the time. You’ll go crazy. Besides, they’ll be expecting to see you and me together some now.”

I get to leave?

“Can I see my family?”

The laughter around us stops abruptly, and I feel the eyes of everyone else burning against my back while Drex’s burrow into mine.

“We’ll discuss that later. If you do, it’ll be under supervision. You can’t go anywhere without one of us with you at all times. Preferably me. But you’ll go everywhere I tell you. When we’re alone, we’ll iron out the details. Also, I trashed your cell. I’ll give you a new one, and all calls will be monitored.”