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

by C.M. Owens

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.

As cries of pleasure escape me in the scream he demanded, I learn more about what a twisted freak I really am.

“I’m Drex Caine, baby. I’ll touch whoever I want, whenever I want.”

Deciding I should go enjoy my drunk toy, I stand, keeping her in my arms as her legs grip against my waist. “Night, boys.”

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.”

“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.