Page 11 of Drax (Iron Thunder MC 3)
* * *On his bike, our bodies were pressed together as we rode. I had no choice but to hold onto him as tightly as I could. I was desperate to know what he was thinking right now.
My arms were wound around his muscular torso. I could feel the shape and edges of his abs underneath his jacket. I missed this body. I missed waking up to his stiffness beside me in bed. Feeling his hot breath fall on my face as we slept together at night.
I knew this body well.
While he rode, looking firmly ahead at the road while we swerved and swayed at breakneck speed, I stared at the back of his head. I wasn’t afraid of Drax. I would never be afraid of him. No matter how much we argued and how hard we fought, I was sure he would never hurt me or put me in danger.
That was what I thought about Crash too. But maybe I didn’t know him as well after all. Maybe I never should have trusted him.
I breathed in Drax’s scent. I closed my eyes to try and capture it in my nostrils. Whisky. Cigarettes. Cologne. Olives?
I knew how much he loved to snack on olives.
I gulped because my heart hurt a little.
I was afraid of this happening.
There was a very specific reason I’d kept away from Drax for the past year. I didn’t want to purposely put myself in a position where I could get hurt again.
Maybe I should have stayed away this time too. Maybe I should have just let Crash deal with his own problems. Why was I even interfering?
It was because I didn’t want to see either of them hurt. Especially hurting each other. But I should have known they would just do whatever the heck they wanted to do. They weren’t going to take my advice!
We had been silent for too long. Drax rode us through the city till we were nearing the retail park where the store was, the one from which they sold the security goods and machines. The store was Iron Thunder’s legitimate business front. They used this establishment to launder the money they made illegally. I had no idea why Drax would bring me here.
He pulled his bike up to a stop in front of the store. It was empty but I could see there was construction work going on there in the day. He got off, then helped me off.
“Why are we here?” I asked him and he ran a hand through his ruffled hair.
“Because I want you to see the kind of damage your brother has done,” he replied.* * *Drax was leading the way around the store. It looked nothing like how I remembered it when I used to frequent it before.
Back when we were together, I would sometimes hang out here with Drax when he was manning the station. It was fun dealing with customers together, competing with each other to make a sale, sneaking into the storeroom at the back for a quickie. I blushed when I thought about those moments now.
The place was wrecked.
All the storage fittings were torn apart and plundered. There was no merchandize on the shelves. The glass surfaces had all been purposely shattered. There was obviously a lot of damage done.
Whoever did this was on a mission of complete destruction. If this was indeed Crash’s doing, he wanted to send a clear message.
Drax turned to me and threw open his arms.
“We have to start from scratch. Build this place back up so we can go back to business as usual.”
“Why…why would Crash do this? I don’t understand,” I said.
Drax was staring at me intently.
“Because I took my shipment back from him. He doesn’t like losing, that is why.”
I shook my head. This wasn’t adding up. Crash hadn’t mentioned any of this to me. He said nothing about damaging the store. About the branding. About revenge. All he told me was that Drax was on a mission to destroy the Silver Knights and that he’d lost his mind. That he was behaving like a raving lunatic.
“What did he tell you?” Drax asked.
It was uncanny how he always knew what was on my mind. I felt goosebumps on my skin.
I shook my head. “Nothing. None of this. I don’t know…he didn’t go into any detail.”
“Because he has no fucking explanation, MB. Do you see it now?” he growled. Even though there was rage dripping from Drax’s voice still, he was calmer now than he was back at the bar.
“I need to think about all this,” I replied.
A grin was forming on Drax’s face. He looked so handsome when he grinned like that. I imagined being on top of him. Riding him. He always grinned at me when I bounced on top of him, his cock deep inside me.
