Property of Drex #1 (Death Chasers MC, #1)

by C.M. Owens

I called hell, Satan answered, and I sold my soul for my family’s security in less than ten minutes.

The only boy to ever have had me in his bed is being forced to turn me over to his twisted father to do things that will destroy me.

He turns to let me see her, and my blood pumps faster the second my eyes find the innocent looking thing in front of me. Christ, she looks too damn sweet.

Axle is half the bulk of Jessie; however, he’s ten times as lethal. But Axle never fights unless he’s passed the point of pissed off or someone has touched him. What the hell? “Let’s try this again,” Axle growls. “Admit you’re a slimy, raping motherfucker, and I might not continue to kick your ass like it’s my sole purpose in life.”

The second she hears my voice, her head pops up, and those watery green eyes meet mine with so much relief. A small piece of something inside my chest breaks free, and an ache instantly forms. Rarely ever does someone look relieved to see me, and those protective instincts are suddenly on high alert.

“You’ll sleep in my bed from now on,” I tell her softly, and she burrows closer against me, hugging me as though she has all the gratitude in the world for me. This all started off with me wanting her more than I should have. It started with me lying to myself, telling my stupid, fucked-up mind that I wanted to make sure Pop was safe. When in reality, she’s been mine since I saw her.

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.

“The answer is no, because he never fucking owned you the way I do.”