10. DJ

Chapter 10

DJ

D amn, out of all the guys to find their mate first, I never would have thought it would be him. Don't get me wrong. Jax is one of my best friends, a brother. He's just extremely abrasive.

Then to hear she ran from him, and he revealed his scorpion to her after all the lectures King gave us about hiding our beasts over the years. All I can say is thank fuck that it was in an abandoned warehouse. I can tell that KC is internally freaking out, so I take the initiative. "Cree, Beck, do what you guys do best. Make sure he wasn't seen and for the love of the goddess find out who this minx is so we can know what we're getting into."

They both nod and head out of the office. You put these two on an information trail, they're like a dog with a bone. They won't give up until it's gone. They'll pull up every security camera within a mile radius of this abandoned warehouse, some known, some we put up, and verify that no one else saw a scorpion the size of a horse.

Also, whoever this girl is, they'll be able to find out every little detail about her from her cup size to how often she masturbates. OK, maybe not quite that detailed, but we'll know how to find her before the end of the night.

"Have any of you heard of a venom with no antidote that doesn't affect the host? Like seriously I knew when I kissed her there was some sort of toxin on her lips. But…" Jax makes a face of confusion. "It gave me a massive hard-on. Like I just ate some serious aphrodisiac or took some potent fucking coke."

KC furrows his brows as he mentally flips through his memories. As the oldest, he spent the most time with his folks before the genocide. His dad taught him so much about the world at such a young age. Things I wish my parents would have taught me before they died. But at least we had him to teach us. From the time he learned we were all deathstalkers, he drilled into us the importance of keeping our species a secret. All the years between our parents' deaths and when we met in juvie, we had no clue what really happened. Hell, we didn't even know what we were . We were so young when it happened, especially Neo, most of us barely remember a life before we were thrown into the system.

Meeting King in juvie saved our lives. We formed a bond stronger than blood. A true brotherhood. King took us all under his wing, teaching us everything he knew about the world we came from. When he told us what really happened to all of our parents, we vowed to never let it happen to another kid.

We formed the shortly after getting out and have spent the past two decades doing our part to rid the world of sick fucks who think they can ruin people's lives like assholes who tried to eliminate our kind.

When we named our club, we all agreed on The Deathstalkers. Not only as a homage to our beasts and our parents who died simply for being deathstalkers, but so evil fucks like the ones who started the genocide would know to fear us. Even if we never claimed to be actual deathstalkers, just the name, and our hard-earned reputation have secured our position at the top of the food chain. Deathstalkers are the most deadly shifters, which is why someone tried to eradicate our species. Obviously, they missed a few, but from all of our digging, they think they succeeded.

That was their fatal mistake. Not ensuring, without a doubt, that every deathstalker was dead.

A mistake we've spent the past decade taking advantage of. Cree and Beck are the best at what they do. Finding information. Any government agency would kill to have them on their side, but they work for us . I have no doubt they'll be able to find Jax's girl. If they can track down any assassin that had a hand in killing our families, they'll have no problem finding her.

Jax raises his head. "Guys… What if we can't find her? What if she outright rejects me? What will I do?" He looks between us and I can tell he's really worried about the possibility. Gone is my brother who didn't give a fuck what a woman thought of him. His confidence and fuck the world attitude never left him with a short of females to warm his bed with. And he rarely fucked the same woman twice. Now, the thought of never seeing this one again is enough to give him palpitations.

Neo, the asshole, says, "Your dick will never work again."

KC and I both punch the fucker.

"Not helping asshole," I growl.

Jax snorts. That's progress. "Well, he's right. I'll never get it up again now that I met her. Damn…"

"Damn, what?" KC furrows his brows at our brother, not following his thought process.

"The thought of never getting pussy again. The thought of only one pussy till I die." He shutters. "But, fuck guys when you see her… she's everything I never knew I wanted. I've been happy fucking the sweetbutts we have here. Now I can't stand the thought of them."

We all laugh and have a few drinks, making idle chit-chat while we wait for the guys to get us information.

A gentle knock sounds from the door, and I know it's not the guys. I arch a brow at KC, who shrugs before saying, "Enter."

As if summoned by our previous conversation, Vixen walks in, her big tits covered with a thin white shirt, her areolas showing through. She may as well walk around topless. "Hey, boys. Jax we still on for tonight?" she purrs.

Jax looks at her, and I swear to the goddess, he turns green. Thankfully Neo speaks up, "Nah Vix, you get me tonight." He gets up, throws her over his shoulder, and winks at Jax. Then they disappear out the door.

"Remind me to buy him a bottle of his favorite. I owe him one." He throws back the rest of his drink and KC and I chuckle.