Property of Drex (Book 1) (Death Chasers MC Series) Read Free Page A

hidden behind Benny. All I catch a glimpse of is a delicate arm attached to soft-looking fingers.
    I hope Pop breaks her. Her father sure as hell tried to fuck us nice and hard.
    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.
    Jeans that are just a little too big hide her curves. Her shirt hugs her, showing me her flat stomach and fucking perfect chest. And those eyes—a shade of green that I’ve never seen.
    She bites her lower lip as she studies me, taking me in like she’s curious. Granted, I don’t look like the riffraff she had bring her over here. She looks young—too young to be doing this. I might should have studied that birth certificate a little better.
    “How old are you?” I ask, leaning forward to rest my elbows on my bike.
    She looks around as though she’s scared to speak, and that puts me on alert. I shift my gaze to Benny as my eyes narrow in suspicion.
    “You sure this is of her own free will? If you’re trying to pin us with a kidnapping—”
    “It’s of her own free will,” Benny interrupts dismissively, still reading the paper in front of him as though he’s soaking in all the information.
    I look back to the girl who hasn’t said a word, and I stare expectantly, waiting for my answer.
    “Tw—twenty,” she stutters, looking too nervous for this to be legit.
    I glare at Benny, wondering now if this is his game.
    “You realize Death Dealers are for life, right, sweetheart?” I ask, turning back to meet her scared green eyes.
    We’re not really lifers usually—unless you’re as high up as the inner circle. As long as you keep your mouth shut, you can leave whenever if you’re not in that circle. This isn’t a damn street gang. But she doesn’t know that.
    She nods, swallowing hard, and I take a harsh breath. You can’t fake that kind of fear. Living the life I have, I’ve seen plenty of fear in other’s eyes. This is real. And I’d almost feel sorry for her if she wasn’t Aaron Marks’s daughter. But she is.
    “Your father has the details, and she’s fully aware of what she’s signed on to do. She has her own reasons for this.”
    Benny looks up from the paperwork, and shoves it all into the back of his jeans. But when his hand comes out, there’s a gun attached. His cheeks puff angrily, and a guttural growl emerges from his throat.
    Fuck .
    My gun is drawn before I even realize I went for it, and the sound of clicking metal rides through my ears as a wave of us do the same. Just like hundreds of times in the past, we’re facing the Hell Breathers, both sides refusing to lower their weapons as we wait on a reason to shoot.
    But Benny doesn’t hold his gun on me like I expected. It’s pointed toward the head of his FBI informant, and I hear Sledge exhale in relief.
    The guy’s eyes go wide as he stares at Benny in shock, feigning innocence. Everyone around him steps wide, distancing themselves from the crazy shit.
    “What are you doing?” the rat gasps, gingerly holstering his gun as a show of submission.
    Stupid move. He might as well take out some of the bastards and go down in a blaze of glory. No one has pride anymore. Or balls for that matter.
    My eyes rake over the newest member of our crew, and I fight the urge to shake my head in disbelief. My dad will ruin her if she’s really just some girl down on her luck who had to make a deal with the devil. I half wonder if she really doesn’t know about what her father did.
    The question is... What’s the deal she made with Benny?
    “What do you mean, Jeff ?” Benny hisses, reminding me there’s about to be blood spilled. “Is this scaring you, Jeff ? Or maybe you’d prefer to be called Adam Mason.”
    I don’t have to look at the scene to know the fed’s eyes have widened in terror. His heart is probably ready to explode. More than likely, he’s on the verge of pissing his pants.
    “B-Benny,