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When I cry out his name, it’s in between spurts of gunshots drowning me out, and he bites down on my shoulder while going still inside me. My entire body shivers with the sensations left behind. Tensing and contracting muscles go a little crazy inside me, and Drex’s teeth loosen as he kisses the spot he just bit.
The gunshots are loud without my earplug in one ear, but I’m too busy trying not to collapse to worry about it. I almost pout when Drex pulls out of me, but I just push my skirt down instead as he bends and grabs my torn panties from the floor and shoves them in the pocket of his jeans before zipping himself back up and winking at me.
He grabs the loaded, forgotten gun from the floor and turns the safety on before tucking it into the back of his jeans.
“Let’s head up and see what the guys have heard about Pop or this other chaos after you get cleaned up.”
“You’re going to let me listen in?” I ask, surprised.
“You’re in this too deep now. Nothing left to lose,” he says before brushing his lips against mine. “Nothing left to lose but you, that is. Might as well let you stay in the loop just in case something said keeps you alive.”
He looks sincerely worried, and I lean forward, clasping my hands around his neck. “Don’t worry. If anything happens, I’ll protect you,” I tell him seriously.
His laughter breaks free, and I smile up at him, feeling like I’ve accomplished a small miracle.
“Just don’t shoot me,” he says, smirking before tugging my hand in his and pulling me toward the door. I really need some shower time.
Two pairs of eyes swing to us as Dash and Rush step out of their booths, seeming confused, but then Rush rolls his eyes and resumes shooting at the targets. I just smile while walking out of the basement with Drex, moving past a door with a crazy lock that I assume is hiding his cars.
The world might be against us, but Drex Caine really does trust me. And I trust him… with my life.
Chapter 35
DREX
“The feds are still not factoring in,” Snake says, scratching out a piece of the theory on the white board. “Even if Sarah—AJ—is the leak, why not tell them everything? She fucking knew everything.” His jaw clenches shut, but he tries to act like the mention of her name isn’t acid on his tongue.
“Sarah isn’t the leak,” Eve states firmly, reminding every man in the room that she’s at my side. Yeah, it’s definitely a first.
Sledge’s lips twitch, Rush is annoyed with her being in here, and Snake gives her zero attention, pretending as though she didn’t just speak.
“Let’s pause this conversation since it’s not going anywhere,” Axle says while leaning up and putting his elbows on the table. “The guys want to know what our goal is. We had several more show up today after dropping their cuts at Herrin’s feet. They drove out here and asked to join us, but what the fuck are they joining? What’s the plan, Drex?”
Why do I have to have the plan?
“My bad. I got into the moment and said we were starting a new club,” Dash confesses unapologetically.
“I don’t have any plans. I’m out. No Death Dealers,” I tell them.
“Got that part,” Axle grumbles. “Perfectly fine with that. Just need to know if we’re forming our own club now or if I should tell the guys they need to go elsewhere for protection.”
“Does having a new club make you safer than just wearing your T-shirts while hanging out?” Eve quips, then slinks back when several of them give her a glare.
I toss my arm around her shoulders, trying not to laugh at her. Fucking day. Fucking week. Fucking life.
It’d be great if I could just disappear with her, but I owe it to the guys who’ve had my back to stick around until the heat has cleared.
“It creates unity, organization, and a sense of less chaos,” I explain, kissing the top of her head. “We should pick a name, iron out the details, resume business as normal, and deal with any backlash from our business associates as it comes. The guys need to know they can count on us, and I vote Sledge as Prez.”
Sledge coughs and strangles like he just swallowed his own tongue before shaking his head vehemently. “Fuck that. I don’t want to be P. That’s all you. These guys won’t listen to anyone but you right now. You stood up to Herrin, cold-cocked him, and then told Hershel to fuck off. That’s you, kid. Step up.”
Everyone at the table nods like they agree, and I groan. No way do I want to be President. It used to be my only goal in life, but now…
