Chasing Demons (Angels and Sinners Book 3)

by Trixie Brewster

  “Baby, I wouldn’t let them leave me at the clubhouse. I knew that he wouldn’t hurt me, too bad. I couldn’t let him hurt people anymore.” I willed my words and eyes to plead to him. I didn’t want him mad at his President. It was my fault that Brick let me come. Dax’s eyes softened for a second.

  “Get that babe, but you put yourself in danger, babe. I, well, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to you.” Sitting back down, Dax opened his arms to me. I didn’t waste any time getting to the haven his arms offered.

  “I hate to break this up, but I need to look at Jag’s wounds.” I heard a deep gravel of a new voice. Looking up, there in front of me was an older man. His black hair was slowly turning gray and his skin looked leathery from years and miles in the open sun. Although his size was intimidating, his eyes looked kind. Backing up, I let the man move in front of my man. “Well, Jag, from what I can see, you don’t need any stitches. The bad news I have to get these out of you. You’re a lucky SOB.” The doctor said with a dry laugh.

  As Doc got to work on getting the bullets out, I cringed as I stayed by his side. Dax never showed that he was in pain. Other than gritting his teeth together. After the second bullet was gone, I breathed a sigh of relief for him.

  “You are to go, Jag. You know the drill.”

  “Yeah,” Dax grunted out. I knew it had to hurt, I mean who gets shot and just grunt out. The doctor cleaned him up, bandaging his legs and his wrists. More men came into my home and cleaned up. Both bodies were gone, and the blood that they left behind was gone too. The smell of bleach tingled my nose. The tile floor was spotless. If someone came into my home, they would never know that two people were killed right here in my dining area.

  “If you want these to heal fast, you have to take it easy.” The doctor instructed Dax. Little did Dax know I would make sure he did.

  “You good here?” Brick asked Dax. Dax looked up at me, a question in his gaze. Did I want to stay here? This was my home, I painted each wall, took the white out of my house. I nodded my answer. I refused to let this place go. It was mine.

  “Yeah, Prez, we’re good.”

  “Um, not to be a bother, but Dax, how are you getting to the bed?” Raising a brow at him. He looked around and shrugged his shoulders. Brick gave me an amused look before he turned to Tank and motioned him over.

  “Really, I can do this.” Tank and Brick helped Dax up and took him to my bed. He grumbled the whole way. Men. Never would ask for help, even if they needed it.

  Brick came into the living room with me. “Take care of our man.”

  Laughing, “You don’t even have to ask.”

  “Just a heads up, Jag doesn’t ask for help.” Brick comments with a faraway look on his face. I was sure that he was thinking about Dax’s past.

  “I won’t let him ask. I got this. You boys get home. Thanks for everything.” I motioned around my house with my arms. There would be no way that I could have done all of this myself. Brick nodded and left, each of the men following him. Tank gave me a back-breaking hug before he left. I realized something as they left. This was a family, a big dysfunctional family, but a family. Once they were gone, I locked up and made my way back to my room. Diablo and Vixen had already set up camp on the bed.

  “I am not sitting in this bed tomorrow,” Dax growls out at me. Diablo lifts his head and shoots a glare at him. “Really, even my own damned dog is against me?” Dax throws his hands up.

  Rolling my lips inwards, I stifle the chuckle from coming out. I slink onto the bed, giving Dax my best seductive look. “Babe, just give it a couple of days to get better. Just think, in two or three days, you can give me plenty of spankings for keeping you here, in my bed.”

  “Our, our bed.” Dax knocks the breath out of me with his statement.

  “Our bed, my bad.” Shaking his head, I snuggle up to him.

  Sighing, Dax brings me closer to him and lowers my head to his chest. “So, you plan to make me stay here in our bed by using seduction. That is pretty low.”

  “Never said that I fight fair, now did I?” We lay there in silence for a few minutes. It is beautiful, even given the circumstances. For the past couple of weeks, this has become out normal at night. Both dogs at the foot of the bed, and we snuggled up to each other. And to think that I almost lost this today. I still don’t like that I don’t feel bad for taking Thomas’s life like that. Letting out a sigh, I snuggle in deeper.

  “Talk to me, babe. How are you holding up?” Dax breaks the silence with his question. I don’t want to tell him that I feel no remorse whatsoever. I hate that about me. Does this mean that I could make a career as a serial killer?

  “I don’t know, Dax I think there is something wrong with me,” I tell him honestly. Might as well get it out in the open.

  “Why would you think that, babe?”

  “I don’t feel anything. I mean, I don’t regret it. I don’t feel bad or sad or anything. Just like tonight was another night.” It tears me up that he lets off a sigh.

  “Damn, I wanted to keep you from part of my life. Chloe, what I do, this was it tonight.”

  “You mean being tied up to a chair by a psycho?” I couldn’t bite my tongue. He lets out a growly laugh at my little joke.

  “No, not that part. But pulling the trigger part. That is what I am good at. Listen, I told you a little about my past. My step-dad broke me. I don’t feel remorse when I make a kill, or when I must torture some poor schmuck that got twisted in with the MC. My upbringing turned me into a killing machine. And I am good at it too. What you went through tonight, baby, and your mind is keeping you safe. You see, you killed Thomas after seeing him kill Savannah, and when Diablo went after him. You snapped. It isn’t a bad thing. God knows what he would have done to you if you didn’t. It was self-preservation.”

  “No, not really. I wanted to end Thomas. Dax, I watched his life leave him. I stood there and watched as his eyes lost the light in them. It wasn’t just because of Diablo or Savannah or me. I hated him for hurting you. Deep down, I wanted him to pay.” His grip on my sides tightened. I got lost in my memories of watching him die, the feelings that went through me, shock that I actually pulled the trigger, and then relief that it was over.

  “It doesn’t make you a bad person. Chloe, it doesn’t! You killed to protect those that you loved. That is all there is to it. Where the hell did you learn to shoot like that?” A giggle rolls out of me. First, he is justifying why I killed, then he is in awe of my shooting skills. God, I love this man. Using my index finger, I trace that tattoos on his chest. The man is a work of art walking around. The tattoos on his arms, back, and oh that chest. His abs is something that even Adonis would be jealous of.

  “My father taught me when I was younger. He would always tell me that one day I might need the skills. Living alone in the city and all of that. I just never thought I would need it.” I pull up to a sitting position to see him better. “But I am glad that I knew how to aim. Even if I am confused right now. I mean, who can take a life and feel anything. I mean come one I hit a squirrel and bawled like a baby for killing it. So why can’t I feel anything right now.”

  “It’s easy, you love animals. Just like if something happened to one of your friends, you would feel. But Thomas and Savannah.” He shakes his head as he leans forward. “They treated you without respect; they pushed you to not care. So, therefore, babe, you don’t feel for them.” He kisses my lips softly and lets out a low growl. “You are fucking perfect. You cracked through my no touching bullshit in like a week. You are a healer; they were takers and took from you for years. Your subconscious had enough.” He kisses me again softly. Where was this man my whole life? He was perfect for me. It was almost like that movie Witches of Eastwick or Practical Magic. Only I didn’t cast a spell to get an ideal man. He just came to me. Or instead, I came to him. We started as neighbors, and now we are lovers. Perfection is what he is for me. Even in my own fucked up head right now, I know that he is what I hav
e always needed. It is like I found my other half, and I feel whole for the first time in my life.

  “I love you, Dax. God, do I love you.” He lets out a growl as the kiss gets more heated. I’ve got remind myself that he is hurt and that this can’t go any further, then a passionate kiss and maybe a blowjob.

  Chapter 27

  Chloe

  I was able to keep Dax in bed for two and a half days. That was it. He was restless, which I get, but I want him to heal properly. According to the doctor who treated him and removed both bullets from his thighs, he said he should be okay to move around. Do light exercise, and for him to use crutches for a week or two. We are nine days post-Thomas. Today marks our first fight.

  “Dax sit down, please. I can get you a beer or something. Just please use your crutches to move around. Please.” I know I am begging and sound pathetic, but I want him to heal. He wants to ride his bike, but the doc said it might take a couple of months before he can do that. I think that is what is tearing him up. He can’t ride, and he has to rely on me to get him to work or to the clubhouse. He hates it, but I am only following doctor’s orders.

  “I don’t want to sit down. Babe, I need to do something, I am going crazy right now. And no, I am done with those sticks. I am not an invalid, Chloe I can walk without them.” Grabbing a beer from the icebox, I come back to the table. Sliding the beer over to him, I smile, even though on the inside, I am pissed off that he won’t listen. He just wants to be independent. What pisses him off, even more is that he can’t dominate me right now. I am doing all the work, and he hates it. I miss him thrusting into me, too, but I refuse to tell him that.

  “I know you’re not an invalid as you put it. Dax, I just want you to heal up. I don’t want you to get hurt worse than you already were.” He glares at me as he takes the lid off the beer. I know that he wouldn’t hurt me, but that look sends a chill down my spine. This is Jag I am talking to right now. But he has awoken something in me over the past month. I have a better backbone. I haven’t had an anxiety attack in two weeks. Which is good, better than good. “Don’t look at me like that.” I snap at him.

  “Like what?” He sneers at me. In the back of my mind, I am repeating that this mood is from being holed up in the house with me for almost two weeks. He needs to get out and do something. He needs freedom.

  “Like you want to hurt me.” I glare back at him, challenging him to do or say something more.

  “Maybe I do, but oh, that’s right, I can’t. Because I got fucking shot.” He takes a swig of his beer. He doesn’t say it, he doesn’t have to. I know deep down he blames me, all of my anger leaves me as fast as it came. Blowing out a heavy breath, I lay it out for him.

  “Well, I am so fucking sorry that you got hurt. I know you don’t want to be here with me.” I take a deep breath, wishing I had something stronger than tea to drink right now. “Look, I get it, you're pissed at me, and it’s my fault all of this happened.” Waving my arms between us, I finish my little speech. “If you want to leave, I will understand.”

  “What the fuck?” Dax yells at me. “Why the fuck would I want to leave? Chloe, I love you, goddamnit.” He takes a softer tone. “Babe, I don’t blame you. You hear me. I never once blamed you. I just.” Running his hands over his hair. “I need to do something besides sit around and feel useless. I hate feeling useless.” Everything slides into place, it’s not uselessness, he feels vulnerable. He never wanted to feel like this again. Reaching over, I grab his hand and give it a gentle squeeze.

  “Dax, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean. Baby, I love you. You know that. I just didn’t want you to think you had to stay with me if you didn’t want to.”

  “Of course, I want to stay with you. I just need something to do. I can’t ride for a while, hell I can’t even fuck you.” I can’t help the smile that forms on my face.

  “Maybe you can’t be on top, but,” I hold up my finger as he tries to talk over me. “But, you still spank me and make me come with your hands. You can also still choke me while I am riding you. Plus, I kind of like being on top right now.” He lets out a loud laugh, throwing his head back laughing.

  “I get it, I can still fuck.” His voice takes on a deeper tone as he tells me. “But, I do want to bend you over this table and fuck you hard.” I shudder at his words. I want that too, and soon it will happen. We just need to give it time. I am sure that when he can fuck me, I will be walking bold legged for a month. “You want that, don’t you, Chloe?” Dax asks as he pulls me up to his lap. I settle gently over his hips, careful not to put too much pressure on his thighs.

  “Of course, I do. And when it does happen, I plan to feel you for a week as I work.” Nipping my neck as I continue. “I can’t wait until you pull my hair and slam into me from behind. God, do I miss feeling the bite of your hips in my ass.” He lets out a moan as I prove my point by grinding on his hard dick. His phone goes off. We both groan at being disturbed.

  “Jag, this had better be fucking good.” He barks into the phone. He listens to whoever it is. He mouths that it’s Troy. “Yeah, that would be good, thanks, man.” Hanging up, Dax runs his hands down my sides. “Troy and P are coming over. Said they wanted to come and have a few drinks and dinner with us. Dinner is on them.”

  “How long do we have?”

  “About thirty minutes.” He responds with a smile on his face. For once, I was grateful for wearing a sundress today. I lift up as Dax shove his jeans down his legs. Settling back down, we both moan out as he slides home. “This never gets old. Fuck you’re so fucking wet.” Pulling my hair back, he exposes my neck to his biting and sucking. The rough feeling of his beard as it runs down my throat makes me wetter. “Don’t you dare come.” He reminds me that while I am riding top, he is in charge. Using my legs, I ride him, grinding my clit into his pelvis. His free hand pulls down the top of my dress and fondles and pinches my nipple, which sends a jolt to my aching clit.

  “Please, please, I need to come.” Shaking his head, Dax continues his onslaught on me. My grip on his shoulders tightens as I try to make the orgasm stay at bay.

  “Not yet, I want my hand around your throat when you come.” I let out a low moan as his words wash over me. I love it when he tells me how I will be coming. His dirty talk is almost as good of an aphrodisiac as his dick is. Increasing the speed, our breath mingles and gets more rapid. I can tell he is getting closer to his breaking point. His hand wraps around my throat. “Come, come on my dick.” He doesn’t have to ask me twice. My orgasm hits me hard as I make my downward stroke on his thick, hard cock. His hand leaves my throat as they control my hips. Just as my first orgasm passes, I can feel the build-up of the next one. Skin slapping on skin is the only sound in the kitchen. “Fuck, fuck. Babe, you better come.” He growls out as he increases the speed.

  Yelling out my release, I sink my teeth into his neck as I come hard. “Fuck.” He yells out as I feel his cock twitch inside me. I have never bitten him before. Pulling away, I can see my teeth imprints that I left behind.

  “Babe, I didn’t mean to,” I tell him. Shit. We never talked about me biting him before.

  “Damn, Chloe. I don’t think I have even been bitten before. Nor have I come so fucking hard.” The smile he has on his face makes me smile. The doorbell makes me scramble up to rearrange my dress. Dax laughs as I run to the door. I turn back at the last second to see him pulling his jeans on and buttoning them. Opening the door, I find P and Troy. Troy lifts an eyebrow at me, and P starts laughing.

  As I lead them in, I pass by a mirror in my living room and nearly fall over at the state of my hair and neck. “Glad to see your feeling better, boss.” P announces as she sets down the takeout bags.

  “Damn, son, crippled up and still getting some.” Troy teases. “Maybe I need to be shot more often.” P glares at him. Dax and I both laugh out. As I walk by Dax, he pulls me down and kisses my lips, like he is ready to go another round.

  “I’m going to go fix my hair,” I whisper against his lips.
He nods his head as he smacks my ass. Rolling my eyes, I head for the bedroom. Brushing my hair out, I can’t keep the smile off my face. This is the first time we have people over to visit our house. It feels good to have someone in my personal space.

  “Man, I hate just sitting here. I need something to do.” Dax complains.

  Troy laughs, “I bet you do. Boss, we got it handled at the office. I know you have been by a few times. But take your woman’s advice and rest up. Before long, you will be right as rain.” Troy smiles at me. Good luck with convincing the man to take it easy. P nods her head in agreement.

  The food goes down smooth and drinks even more so. Dax talks about how he hates just sitting here and doing nothing. I have an idea forming in my head as I listen to him. He believes that he is healed up enough to walk. So maybe this will work. Tomorrow is Saturday, after all.

  Chapter 28

  Jag

  I don’t know what Chloe is playing at, but she tells me to get dressed to go out. “Look sexy, she says.” I glance at the mirror. I see the scar on my face and shake my head. I don’t know what she sees in me, but if she thinks I am sexy, then who am I to argue with her?

  These past ten days have been living hell. I have been shot before, but never in the leg, or in my case legs, plural. I feel useless and vulnerable. I never wanted to feel vulnerable to attack ever again. But right this minute, I do. I feel like an infant could take me down. A bit much, yes, but that is how I am feeling. Going out tonight, not being at tip-top shape, is putting targets on our backs.