Property Of Drex #2 (Death Chasers MC #2) Read Online Free Page B

fact they didn’t let me hang out with Drake, who is my one and only friend in this place.
    Yes. Friend. You form a bond quickly with someone when you get shot at and then he helps you run for your life from two motorcycle clubs. Fucking eh.
    The door opens, and my breath halts until I see Drex walking in. His eyes rake down my body, and a slow, wicked grin forms when he sees I’m only wearing his shirt.
    All of my clothes were burned—at his house. Since they had all been delivered there for me before we even arrived.
    All I have left are the clothes I was wearing. And they’re disgusting.
    He walks over, still wearing that devilish smile, which forces my stupid heart to flutter like a fool, and he fingers a lock of my still-damp hair from the second shower I took after getting here.
    “You trying to look like a wet dream?” he muses.
    “I was getting worried. That took a while. And I have no clothes.”
    His eyebrows wag, and I roll my eyes. This is the worst time in the world for him to suddenly feel playful.
    “We’ll buy you some more clothes. Soon. I kind of like the idea of you walking around in my shirts until then. I’m guessing you don’t have any underwear either?”
    His eyes dance with that same playfulness, and I bite back the smile he’s trying to force out of me for some reason. I never put my bra on when Drake showed up, and obviously I didn’t grab it after they shot the house up.
    “Only one pair of panties,” I admit, and he grins bigger when he reaches his hand under the shirt I’m wearing and discovers they’re not on.
    His hands roam over my bare ass, groping and possessing. I lean into him, feeling safe again as I wrap my arms around his waist.
    This feels different. It’s not the same as it was a few days ago. It feels like he’s actually mine now, and this feels so much more… real.
    “I could get used to this. No underwear, no clothes… It’s like you’re my own personal little dirty secret and you can’t go anywhere,” he jokes, which prompts me to actually laugh.
    “That meeting must have been really productive if you’re in such a good mood.”
    He tenses under my touch, and that immediately sours the playful air for me.
    “What happened?” I ask, peering up at him. “Never mind,” I add quickly. “I don’t want to know. It’ll just make it look like I’m spying.”
    He shrugs as though it’s no big deal. “Pop might think you are, but I don’t. Neither do my boys. We’re handling things. In the meantime, I’m keeping you out of Pop’s path.”
    I don’t know if that’s supposed to comfort me or scare me. The president of the killers thinks I’m a spy that deserves to die.
    There’s no happy place to go to right now that will make that go away.
    “Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you. Trust me.”
    Trust. That word is the crux of our relationship. At least it’s finally a relationship.
    He bends, brushing his lips against mine, showing me that tenderness that I never thought he was capable of.
    And the crazy thing is that I do trust him. With my life.
    He catches my wrist, bringing it around so that he can see it, and anger flashes across his face when his eyes narrow on the fingerprint bruises Dash left behind.
    “I should have hit him harder,” he says under his breath.
    I start to question it, when a knock sounds at the door. It’s late… or early… depending on how you look at it. After the chaos the last twenty-four hours has divvied out, I jump.
    Drex sighs. “I told you to trust me. It’s just Axle.”
    He kisses the marks on my arm, before moving to answer the door. Sure enough, Axle walks in, completely avoiding glancing in my direction while he focuses on Drex.
    “The feds are hanging back around Herrin and his men. They’re not posting up outside anymore. Apparently their focus has returned to only him and the north warehouse. And some of the guys who’ve been sleeping are taking the first shift.”
    Drex nods, not seeming to care