Property of Drex (Book 1)(45)

“I would have, if you hadn’t been a dick to me. Now you know. Like I said, they think I’m giving them something.”

What the hell is Benny after?

My eyes flick to the doorway as Eve crosses my mind. Pop is still leery of her and her intentions, finding her relationship to one traitor too coincidental. The fact she was gifted to us by Benny… Even I can’t deny something is up. But Eve hasn’t given me any reason to think it’s more than just all a coincidence. She’s actually making me believe in coincidences.

“So you want the usual DD on her inner wrist?” Drake asks, snapping me back to the moment.

Ahhh, so that’s why she stuck out her wrist. She must have noticed the other girls sporting the DD tat.

“Nah. She’s not Death Dealer property. I want something special for her.”





Chapter 22



EVE



I was expecting a tattoo on my wrist, not on my shoulder. But Drex always seems oddly interested in that particular piece of skin, which is why I find clothes to wear that show it off, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.

But how the hell long does it take to put a simple DD on there? At least it doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. And no way am I looking. I don’t want to see blood, and Drake said there would definitely be some blood. No thank you.

The stinging sensation continues, and I wince when he hovers over a sensitive area for much too long. Damn. He’s really putting a lot of work into those two letters.

Drex walks up beside me, putting away his phone. He’s been in a private room for a while, so I assume he didn’t want anyone overhearing whatever he was saying.

He peers around, and a smile blooms across his face as he studies what Drake is doing. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him look so excited about something.

“They won’t question if she’s your girl anymore,” Drake says, even though I still won’t look at him. Looking at him might mean seeing my blood.

“Good.” Drex sounds entirely too pleased, and he runs his hand up my bare leg, stopping on my thigh just where my shorts start.

His fingers toy with the flesh just under the hem of my shorts on my inner thigh, and I ignore the embarrassing shiver that wracks my body from that small, intimate touch.

He held me all night that night. Kept me in his bed. And he never once tried to touch me in a sexual way. He was… considerate. Which isn’t what I expected from Drex.

He hasn’t touched me like that since then, and he’s been attentive… even sweet? It’s been nice. It’s also been blurring those lines even more. Fortunately, I’m a little tougher to break than I thought. Or maybe I’m still suppressing feelings about this entire new world I’m in until it’s safe to really go crazy.

“I expect to see some of you guys soon,” Drake tells him, and the buzzing stops as he starts wiping at my tattoo again. Shit, that burns.

“I’ll spread the word,” Drex says absently, still smiling at my arm even as he continues to torture me with his fingers on my leg.

“I take it you approve?” Drake asks, stepping back.

Drex’s touch leaves me as he moves around to take Drake’s spot, and I glance up as his smile grows even broader.

“Perfect.” His eyes lift to meet mine, and he winks at me. “What do you think?”

There’d better not be any blood. That’s what I think as I turn my arm toward the mirror to see what has been put there. A small breath leaves my lips when I see what it says.

No wonder it took so long.

Just under my shoulder is a very easily read tattoo that proudly says, “Property of Drex” in some really neat font over the top of the Death Dealer grim reaper with a skull. Insulted is how I should feel. Relieved is how I actually feel.

No doubt no one else will ever touch me with that thing on. Even though I’m still worried about what happens after Drex is done with me, I’m not worried about things right now.

“It’s beautiful,” I say lamely.

Drake rolls his eyes. “If he had his name put on me, I wouldn’t think it was so damn beautiful.”

Drex glares at Drake as he walks off, but then his attention turns back to me. When his smile turns wicked, I can’t help but get a little excited.

I’m warped like that now.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says while tugging my hand.

I stand as Drake comes over, putting a clear patch of some sort on my skin that feels cool to the touch. I don’t ask questions. Drex is covered in tattoos, so I’m sure he knows how to deal with the aftercare for one.

His hand finds the small of my back as he guides me outside. Axle follows us, along with two other guys I don’t really know. I also don’t ask for names, especially since Herrin still acts like I’m some majorly awesome spy that is fooling everyone.