Axle’s Brand Read online C.M. Owens (Death Chasers MC #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Death Chasers MC Series by C.M. Owens
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Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 101911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
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“Her name is Off Limits,” Axle says with a smirk, and the guy waggles his eyebrows at me.

“No ink, my man. No ink.”

“Drex is the only one vain enough to put his name on a girl’s body,” Axle says, shooting a look toward Drex, who simply flips him off as he sits down and pulls his girl into his lap.

Does she not ever get to sit in a chair when he’s around?

Axle pauses at the stairwell, and I become a little curious about how to go up the stairs in skates. He eyes them like he’s thinking the same thing.

“We’ll go to your place tomorrow for you to pack a bag.”

“What do I sleep in tonight? You okay with me sleeping naked?” I grin, and a few whistles follow that totally lewd remark that I apparently said way too loud.

Axle glances over my head at someone, then gives an eye roll to me before he bends. Without warning, I’m suddenly over his shoulder, my breath heaving out of me as my hands land on his back.

Catcalls and whistles erupt with a few cheers of encouragement. Axle carries me much too easily up the stairs as my head bobs with each step. I don’t even look down below after I see the first guy miming a thrusting motion.

Axle’s arm is clamped around the bend of my knees, keeping me secured in place as he opens his door and steps through. When he kicks the door shut, I lock it, since I’m sort of eye level with the handle.

He bends again, and I feel all the blood drain quickly, giving me a head rush when he drops me back to my feet.

“A little warning next time, Cave Man,” I grumble.

“Take off your skates, but sleep in your clothes. I can only handle so much for one night,” he tells me without turning around.

That’s not the answer I wanted.

The room is like a hotel room with concrete floors. A bathroom is in the back, and a large, messy bed with black sheets and a black comforter takes up the bulk of the bedroom.

A small dresser rests off to the side, letting me know my clothing will not have too much room. No closet.

“Do you have a house?” I ask him as I sit down on the bed to start taking my skates off. “Or an apartment?”

“Yeah,” is his one word response, before he adds, “house.”

“Think I’ll ever see it?” I ask, trying to start a conversation as I manage to wrangle off one skate.

He quirks an eyebrow as he glances over at me.

“You going back to New York once all this is finished with Jenkins?” he asks me randomly.

Frowning, I finish with the other skate and crawl up the bed, not missing the way his eyes drop to my ass. My shirt still has blood on it from the dead guy I fell on, so I tug it off, despite his earlier objection.

He’s looking at me with narrowed eyes when I drop it to the floor, and I smirk at him. “I’m not wearing someone else’s blood to bed. And I’ll eventually go back.” I try not to react to the small pang I feel in my chest. “Even though there’s no one left for me there. Hence the reason I’m here instead of anyone else.”

His gaze drops to where I’m starting to remove my bra, and he tenses as he turns around and jerks open a drawer. Without facing me again, he tosses a shirt to the bed, and I grin as I pick it up, tugging it on as I toss my bra away.

Then I slip out of the shorts I’m wearing, and peel off my ridiculously long socks. All the while, his back stays turned as he types something into his phone.

“They sent you without any protection? Sounds like they think you’re expendable,” he tells me.

“I am expendable,” I say on a breath. “As I stated, I’m not needed to run the business. My name will pass on to Smitty if it needs to, even though he’s terrified of that happening. The head of a Family is always a target, and unlike me, his identity isn’t so secretive. But unless he’s a head, he’s not a target. No one kills the right hand man for fear of the unknown head raining down hell.”

I shift under the covers, wondering if he’s ever going to face me. In all the chaos, I almost forgot that someone is supposed to text me tonight and tell me about the latest shipment of girls and if we succeeded in running interference.

My phone is on the floor. Poor thing spent all day in my bra.

I decide to stay on topic with Axle after I pick it up and see the text that tells me success was mine.


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