Property of Drex (Book 2) (Death Chasers MC Series) Page 12

  I’m eerily quiet, barely managing to keep from exploding. The last thing Eve needs me to do is get myself kicked out of the hospital. It’s dangerous for me to talk, because I’ll fucking lose it if I do. I’m barely holding back the monster inside me right now. All I want to do is go set fire to all of the Hell Breathers, let them live up to their name.

  “To answer your other question, I did a thorough exam and couldn’t find any evidence of sexual assault. Most of the trauma seems to be geared toward the psychological, even the physical damage caused was aimed more toward psychological. The body was stripped from things it needs for survival as a means of weakening the mind.”

  It barely calms me down to know no one touched her in that way.

  “Can I speak frankly?” the doctor asks, looking between me, Axle, Dash, and Snake. Snake and Dash got here only a few minutes ago. Axle never left.

  Sledge is outside, along with some others. Drake is just down the hall, just as he has been since the wreck. No one thinks anything about all the bikers hanging out in the hallway since they’ve been here all week for him.

  “What’s on your mind, Doc?” Axle asks him when I keep my silence.

  “This girl was tortured. The sleep deprivation alone would have stressed her body out to a degree I don’t want to think about. I do a lot for you guys, and I take my money, keep things quiet, risk my job on a regular basis—”

  “What are you getting at, Doc?” Snake prompts, glaring at him.

  “I want you to find the ones who did this to her and show no mercy. I don’t want to see them make it to me, because I’ll lose my job when I refuse to care for them.”

  My lips twitch, and I glance over to see the serious fury in his eyes.

  “Doc, you won’t even know they ever existed when Drex gets his hands on them,” Dash answers for me, his jaw tight.

  “Good,” he says before spinning around and heading toward the door. He turns and faces me again. “She’s strong. She’s going to be fine. But she’s going to need to stay here for a few days to heal.”

  I just nod, still unable to risk speaking aloud.

  Silently, I make my way to her bedside, taking the seat next to her, and I entwine our fingers before lifting her hand to kiss it.

  “Rush is almost here,” Snake tells me. “And Herrin is outside.”

  My jaw grinds, but I don’t say anything. Pop had really better watch himself tonight.

  As if he hears my mind, Pop walks in, an angry scowl on his face.

  “She has your mark and they still did this to her?” he growls.

  At least he’s on the right path to not pissing me off for a change.

  “They’re going to pay,” Snake tells him, grinding his own jaw. In his mind, he’s imagining Sarah on this bed. They’ve crossed a major fucking line.

  “Don’t start a war over her. We’ll handle this like leaders. Not pissed off rookies,” Pop tells me. “No retaliation, Drex. I mean it. Let me have a sit-down with Benny.”

  Coldly, I cut my eyes toward him, and for the first time in his life, he looks afraid of me as he takes a step back. Hershel steps beside him, eyes trained on me like a snake coiled and ready to strike.

  “You shouldn’t do this right now, Herrin,” Sledge cautions him.

  “Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” Pop snarls.

  When I slowly stand, still holding Eve’s hand, Pop takes another step back, and Hershel moves a step closer.

  “Think practically, Drex,” Pop goes on. “If you retaliate against his fucking son, Benny won’t hear reason. I never would have let you have her if I’d have known it would fuck your head up this bad. You can’t go after the son without proof. It’ll start a war and risk lives. And no one needs to die for her.”

  He spits the word her out like he’s disgusted.

  “I’d die for her,” Snake says without hesitance. “That could be my woman right there. Drex would stand by my side if the roles were reversed.”

  “I’d die for her too,” Dash says, glaring over at Pop.

  “Same for me,” Sledge pipes in.

  Pop curses, and Axle stands, crossing his arms over his chest.

  “I think you know where I stand. Even if I didn’t see Ben there, I have all the fucking proof I need,” Axle growls.

  Pop narrows his eyes, but before he can speak, Rush walks in.

  “Did I hear something about proof?” he asks, a menacing tilt to his smirk as he glares at Pop. “Because it turns out little Ben recorded it all. Sick fuck, that one.”

  My entire body goes so stiff that I can’t even lift my arm. I consciously let go of Eve’s hand, worried I might crush it.

  “He what?” I bite out.

  Rush nods. “Yeah. I didn’t get to watch much because we had to get out of that house before someone saw us, but it’s definitely a recording. We wiped the hard drive and took a copy. You don’t want to be around to watch this.”

  “I’m going to fucking watch it.” I’ll do everything to Ben and Mikey that they did to her, and then some. Then, right before they get to die, I’ll slit their throats myself.

  Rush looks like he wants to argue, but Pop speaks before he can.

  “Where’s it at? Let me take a look.”

  “You won’t watch it until I do,” I growl.

  Pop’s eyes cut to me, but whatever he sees in my gaze makes him falter. “Fine,” he clips out.

  He stalks out of the room, and Hershel follows him. The door opens wide enough for me to see numerous Death Dealer cuts. No one else follows Pop. Everyone stays put.

  “Move your big ass out of my way.” Sarah’s voice has me turning my head toward the door once more as she walks in with Colleen right behind her. Colleen, for once, doesn’t look like a bitch.

  Both of them freeze when they see Eve, and tears fill up in Colleen’s eyes.

  Sarah looks furious. “I really hope you did something worse to them,” she whispers, moving closer to the bed.

  Snake is up and walking toward her, putting himself between her and Eve as a barrier as he draws his girl to him. It makes me want to fucking punch him for being able to do that while I sit helplessly by my girl’s bed.

  “Rush. I want to see the video,” I manage to say, even though it takes all my strength.

  He tightens his lips, but he walks over to the door. When he returns, he has a laptop and flash drive. He eyes me for a second, then… Then my world spins around in a painful vacuum as all the air is sucked from my lungs.

  He speeds the video up, and we watch as the lights go off and come on in spurts. We see the gag bound tightly in her mouth when she still had the ability to scream for help. We see her head slowly start to dip until her chin hits her chest.

  Every time he plays it in “real time” music or sirens are blaring.

  Eve whimpers and struggles in her sleep, and I slam my hand on the key to mute it. The second the music ceases, she slowly falls back into a peaceful sleep. Rush’s eyes narrow, and he stands with the laptop.

  “She doesn’t need to hear any of this.”

  Reluctantly, I move away from Eve, then point at Axle. “Stay with her. We’re going to Drake’s room down the hall to finish watching this.”

  He nods, and Sarah takes a seat beside Eve, entwining their fingers. Colleen stands beside Sarah, looking like she’s on the verge of crying. I swallow down the urge to stay, and follow Rush as he walks out.

  The guys step out of my way when I exit the room. Only one steps closer.

  “How is she?” Chain asks.

  “She’s banged up, but she’s going to survive,” Rush answers for me.

  I glare at him, but he just walks away.

  “We’re behind you when you decide you want to strike back,” Chain tells me, drawing my attention back to him.

  I look around at all the men vowing their silent allegiance. It means a lot that they’d side with me over Pop.

  “I’ll let you know when I strike,” I say as I turn back to face Chai
n. “Because I will be striking. I just want to find out who all is involved to make sure we don’t start a war.”

  He nods before stepping aside, and I briskly walk toward Drake’s room with Snake and Dash on my heels. Rush already has the video playing when we walk in, and Dash shuts the door behind us.

  “That fucker,” Drake mumbles in his sleep, so doped up on painkillers that he hasn’t been able to really sit up and be alert since he came here.

  Both of his legs are broken, along with several ribs. His lung barely missed being punctured. He has a row of stitches in his left arm and all down his left side from the impact. His head is wrapped because of another wound, though I’m not sure how extensive the damage is there. It’s amazing he even survived.

  My attention goes back to the screen, watching as Rush skips ahead, pausing at intervals to see if the music is still playing.

  “I’ll have someone comb the footage from start to finish to see if we can overhear any conversations going on in between times,” he says without looking back at me. “Right now, I just want to—”

  His words halt when he pauses it and the basement is quiet. Eve’s head is hanging, and she appears to be asleep. I thought they deprived her of sleep for the full four days. I’m not sure what day it is at this point, since there are no time reference points, and I can’t see from here how many hours into the footage we are.

  I’m scared to get too close, because I might break the computer if I get my hands on it.

  White hot fury pumps through my veins when Ben comes into focus, walking beside Mikey and Larry—the dead fucking dragon.

  “What the fuck are they putting in her arm?” I growl as Ben hooks an IV to her and holds the back above his head.

  “I found fluid bags in the house. It looks like they kept her just hydrated enough to keep the body from shutting down, but they didn’t let her drink anything because the thirst is part of the torture,” Rush says absently.

  My fists clench, and we watch it, all of us listening silently. Mikey finally says something to Ben, and I crack my neck to the side.

  “You sure she’s fucking worth this? All because you want to keep the big piece of the pie to yourself?”

  “Eve shouldn’t have ever fucking been with him. She loved me once. If she wants a fucking monster, then I’ll give her one,” Ben bites out through clenched teeth.

  They don’t say anything else, and Mikey ends up leaving as Larry moves closer to Eve. I start toward the computer, reducing some of the distance when that fucker touches her cheek.

  “Unless you want your hand chopped off, stop fucking touching her,” Ben growls at Larry.

  I wish Rush hadn’t killed him. I’d have loved to cut Larry’s fucking dick off and shoved it down his throat until he choked to death on it. Death by his own cock would have been a much better way for him to go.

  Larry narrows his eyes at Ben, but removes his hand from my girl while walking back toward the stairs. Ben… Never would I have ever thought anyone could be intimidated by him. But Larry seemed to know his place with Ben.

  We watch as Ben withdraws the IV tube from the needle that is taped to her hand, ending the hydrating session. My jaw grinds, as he leans over and presses a kiss to her cheek. Fucking psycho. I can’t wait to get my hands on him.

  As he walks away, retreating back up the steps, the music blares back to life. Eve startles, and she barely lifts her head, but it falls back down, even though I can tell her eyes are open now. She was oblivious to even being touched.

  Swallowing down the bile in my throat, I watch as she weakly struggles, trying to escape her bindings. Rush starts to skip forward, but halts when the door opens and the music ceases again.

  “Eve, Eve, Eve,” Ben chants in a light, scolding tone meant for a fucking child. “Are you willing to tell me what you know about Drex’s organization? Or do you need a few more days?”

  Eve peers up from under her hair, and her eyes narrow. The gag in her mouth prevents her from speaking though, so he quickly removes it.

  She tries to jerk away from him, but she cries out in pain from the movement. All I can do is watch, wishing I had been there for her. Wishing I had just been selfish and kept her with me.

  I won’t be fucking letting her go ever again. Not after this. Fuck her perfect chance at a nice future. It’s safer with me than on her own.

  “I know Drex has a big dick,” she clips out, smiling like a beautiful smartass. “Is that what you’re asking about, Ben? What made Drex so much better in bed than you?”

  Two things happen with that question. One, I’m really fucking proud of her. Two, I get really fucking pissed at the reminder he ever even touched her.

  Rush snorts derisively. “Girl is obsessed with telling people about your dick. First the feds, now him?”

  Dash and Snake chuckle, but everyone grows serious again when Ben tuts and shakes his head.

  “Don’t try to piss me off, Eve,” he cautions. “Turn off all your defense mechanisms. Your body is in survival mode. You better let your mind catch up and tell me what I’m asking, or it’s going to get a lot worse.”

  My jaw is tense once more, and I crack my neck to the side.

  “Fuck off, Ben. Fuck you. Fuck all of you. Fu—”

  He’s cutting her off by tying the gag around her mouth once again, sighing as though he truly does hate to have to do it.

  Fucking bastard.

  “Didn’t think it’d be that easy. But you will talk,” he tells her, acting as though he wasn’t in the room pushing fluids into her without her knowledge just a few minutes ago. “Your loyalty to him will fade with every day you’re reminded that he isn’t coming for you. It’s Drex Caine, Eve. The only person he gives a fuck about besides himself is his father. Remember that.”

  Rush slowly turns to face me as Ben walks back out. My knuckles are white from the fists I’ve formed, and my jaw is so tight that a dull ache forms. Even though she should be terrified, Eve just looks pissed.

  She struggles harder to get free for a moment, then the music blares and she jerks like she’s startled. After a few more minutes of uselessly wasting her precious energy, she stops struggling and I watch as her breaths move faster.

  This… This is fucking killing me.

  “You should go, D. We can watch this and fill you in. It won’t be as bad as having to see it for yourself,” Snake tells me.

  “Would you bitch out and not watch what she went through if it was Sarah? Would you honestly be able to walk out of here right now?” I ask him, turning my cool gaze to meet his eyes.

  His lips tense. “I don’t know.”

  My attention turns back to the computer. We watch as Ben sneaks back down to put fluids inside her, while her exhausted body sleeps through it, keeping her oblivious. I once again have to watch as he fucking kisses her cheek. All the ways I’m going to mutilate him flow through my mind.

  Rush plays the video again when we see Ben walking down the stairs with Mikey. He quickly removes the gag, but she doesn’t even act like she feels it.

  “I’ll give you an hour of sleep, Eve. Just for an answer. Just one answer. Tell me how Drex is getting the vehicles out of the warehouse. Or is he keeping them somewhere else? All I need is one or two to inspect. I can figure it out from there. It’d save me the trouble of having to split the profits with someone who will have to get me the information after the feds close in on them. They will, Eve. It’s just a matter of time. Tell me where he keeps them.”

  “Pause it,” Snake says, stepping closer. Then he looks over at me as soon as the footage is paused. “Who the fuck would Ben have in the feds if Benny didn’t even know he had an undercover in his unit?”

  I shake my head, slowly trying to think it over, but my head is too fucked up and focused on Eve to process anything else.

  “Play it,” Dash says. “Maybe the answer is in the video.”

  Rush resumes the feed, and we watch and listen.

  “I can’t understand what y
ou’re saying,” Ben says to Eve, pushing her hair away from her face. That’s one more offense that will cost him. He shouldn’t touch her at all.

  Rush turns up the volume, and we hear her muttering something, but it’s hard to make out.

  “Eve, you’re not making sense. What are you mumbling?” Ben continues.

  Rush rewinds it, and he does something to the clarity, trying to make it easier to hear. While he fucks with the computer, Dash turns to me.

  “She doesn’t know any of that shit. Imagine what he’d do with that info if he had it.”

  “Doesn’t look like she’d have told him even if she did know,” Snake says idly.

  “If he had the info, he would be coming right to us,” I point out icily. “I wish she had told him.”

  “She knows?” Rush asks, halting what he’s doing as his eyes cut to me.

  “She knows what we do, and she knows the cars are in the warehouse, but she doesn’t know where. She knows enough about what we’re fucking doing to have been able to buy herself some food, sleep, or peace. Possibly even freedom.”

  Silence descends around the room.

  “You barely fucking know her,” Rush finally grinds out. “And you told her something not even most of the guys know?”

  “Most of the guys wouldn’t have covered my body with theirs if it was raining bullets,” I point out. “She’s tied to a chair, being starved, being dehydrated, and being deprived of sleep, but she’s not fucking saying a thing. She should have. I wish she fucking had.”

  It feels like the anger inside me is trying to manifest into a physical form and emerge as a true monster. Guilt wars with fury, and everything collides.

  “She’s saying something,” Rush mumbles, going back to his task.

  We all move closer as he plays it back, isolating just her voice, and we finally hear what she’s saying.

  “He’s going to kill you,” she whispers in a crackled, eerie voice. “He’s going to kill you,” she says again.