Property of Drex (Book 1) (Death Chasers MC Series) by C.M. Owens Page A

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    “Why is everyone looking at me?” I ask Sarah as she loops her arm through mine and guides me toward the bar.
    In her short pair of leather shorts and her slinky, red, transparent top with a red bra underneath, she looks so much more appealing. They should be looking at her.
    “Because you look like you just escaped a convent, and you’re the sexy nun they want to fuck. Drex will kill someone if they mess with you. Now why’d you want away from the booth? Something wrong?”
    The concern in her eyes is genuine, and we get behind the crowd at the bar to wait our turn with the lone bartender. Sarah has been nothing but sweet to me, so I don’t want to lie to her. I don’t feel like I even have to lie.
    “I don’t want to see another girl in Drex’s lap.”
    She laughs while shaking her head. “The girls only dance on them for a few seconds. Then they collect their tips and move on to the next man waving cash. Don’t worry. Drex has never and will never take one home, because he’s not the kind of guy who can date a stripper—even for a night. He’s too controlling for all that, and if he wants attention, he demands it that second.”
    When I don’t speak, she continues.
    “I danced on him numerous times, and he never even knew my name. When Snake introduced me as his woman, Drex told me it was nice to meet me. He had no clue. These girls are faceless to him, other than Elise, and that’s only because she comes to the clubhouse a lot. He can’t stand her, so don’t worry. Not all the guys think that way. Snake fell in love after our lap dance, but he wouldn’t date me until I quit. Most of them don’t share. Just remember that.”
    Considering I don’t want to be shared , I see no reason to remember that point of advice.
    “Beth!” Sarah yells, and the bartending beauty smiles over at her. “Two vodka and cranberries over here.”
    Beth nods and starts fixing them just as a body presses too close to mine. There are a few things that confuse me, and one of them is the fact that I can tell this isn’t Drex without looking.
    “So the new girl is off her leash?” a man drawls, his breath too close to my skin.
    I look over to see Drex is staring at the stage as the girl I assume is Elise fucks him with her eyes, and I suck in a deep breath.
    “I’m not on or off a leash,” I say to the phantom behind me.
    Sarah turns and her smile falls as she stares over my shoulder. “You can’t question us without a lawyer. James has already told you that,” she says, glaring at the guy who must be a federal agent.
    “I can’t ask you anything at the private garage. I can speak to you all I want in a public place. And it’s not you I want to talk to.”
    She glares at him, and she reaches down for my hand. “Come on. Beth can send the drinks to the table.”
    I start to go with her, but the guy grabs my arm and puts his mouth against my ear.
    “Drex will know about the five-hundred thousand dollars Benny Highland gave you unless you speak to me right now.”
    I want to laugh, but I don’t. “Tell him,” I say before shrugging out of his grip and allowing Sarah to start guiding me through the crowd.
    We make it two feet before a man with a vest that says Dark Angels on it stops me in my tracks. “You look lost,” he says, bringing up both of my wrists and forcing Sarah to lose her grip on me.
    He eyes them as though he’s looking for something, and then he smirks when he doesn’t find what he apparently sought. His beard is white and black mixed together, and it touches the top of his chest in a point. It might be too dark to see the color of his eyes, but the deviant intentions are bright as day.
    “And you’re apparently not on long-term loan to Drex. Care to come outside with me? If you’re a thrill-seeker, I can give you all the thrills—”
    His words are cut off when a fist catches his jaw, and everyone in the club gets to their feet, all of them carefully gauging the situation. As the