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

guy falls to the ground, Drex lowers his fist and glares at the man.
    “Last I checked, this is my club and my girl.”
    His voice sounds so calm, but the tic of his jaw says otherwise. Sarah is at the booth, and Snake is on his feet with his hand behind him, acting as though he’s seconds from pulling a weapon if need be.
    All I wanted was a damn drink.
    The guy on the ground laughs while wiping his mouth, and some of the men who are also wearing cuts that say Dark Angels are sitting down a little calmer than they stood up. The girl dancing on the stage has become a forgotten figure amongst the madness, and all eyes are on Drex.
    “The girl isn’t inked. Didn’t realize you had a special attachment to her. My apologies.”
    Drex rolls his shoulders back before cracking his neck to the side. “Cecil is out of town. He’ll be back soon. Now you know.”
    The guy nods, still laughing as he hauls himself to his feet. Then he walks back toward his table. Drex turns his glare on me, and I feel as though I shrink two feet under his glower. But his eyes move to be over my shoulder as the abandoned agent apparently nears.
    “I’m not answering any questions tonight,” Drex says while putting his arm around me.
    “You don’t have to. I just saw you punch a guy in the face. I can arrest you for that.”
    Drex laughs, and so does the majority of the club who are all standing once again. The agent’s partner starts walking up from the back, readying himself for anything.
    “You can’t arrest the bloke if I don’t press charges,” the man Drex hit says, laughing as though the notion is preposterous. “I messed with his old lady. I deserved the kiss on the cheek he gave me. And that’s what it was. A sweet little kiss.”
    I really don’t understand this world.
    Drex stifles a grin as everyone in there starts making kissing noises, taunting the agent whose jaw is tense and almost shaking. He’s pissed.
    “Fine. But this is a public place. I’ll stick around.”
    “Actually,” Liza says, showing up out of nowhere. “This is a private business that I run. And I can refuse to serve anyone. You boys are causing problems in my club, so you should go. Now.”
    He starts to speak, but when all of the bikers take a step closer, both agents exchange a clear look of defeat. I’m not as well versed on the law as them, but if Liza is telling the truth, then they really don’t have a choice.
    Apparently they either get scared or decide it’s not worth it, because they both leave, and I blow out a relieved breath when I see Drex’s anger has completely disappeared from his face.
    “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever hit someone in here,” he muses, acting as though he’s really thinking that over.
    “It’s not the first time you’ve threatened someone,” Liza chides, walking by him on her way to our booth.
    Drex shrugs and drops his arm around my shoulders. “We’re getting you inked as soon as Cecil gets back. I’d rather not have to punch anyone else,” he says, and I almost stumble over my own feet.
    “Inked? As in tattooed?”
     He just grins as though he enjoys seeing me completely horrified.
    “Yeah,” he says, moving his hand down to my hand, lifting it up and sucking one of my fingers into his mouth. An instant ache forms between my legs as he winks at me, releasing my finger from his teasing mouth. “You hang with us on a regular basis, then you get inked. It’s the way of the world, baby, and you’re mine. Everyone else needs to know it.”
    Why didn’t that book explain this part? Most of the girls only get a tattoo when they’ve been with a guy for a while, but it’s to please him. It’s not a mandatory thing.
    “I like seeing your skin, and apparently everyone else is enjoying it, too,” he says while bending to kiss my shoulders. He picks me up by the waist, leaving my feet dangling, and he carries me back to the booth while he roughly kisses my neck and shoulder on my right