18. DJ

Chapter 18

DJ

" Y ou're right. We're the Deathstalkers MC. The six of us are the founding members," I tell her, loving how she focuses her full attention on me when I speak.

My scorpion preens at her attention. I didn't even know the fucker could do that. He's normally a cantankerous fucker. But with her violet eyes trained on us, he struts around my head like a damn peacock.

Wanting to keep her focus for as long as possible, I tell her our story. Starting from when we met in juvie. She listens raptly as I explain how each of our parents were killed and how that affected us. I swear, I even see tears in her eyes.

"So, wait. All of your parents were murdered? Why ? How? As someone who kills people for a fucking living, I can tell you there is no way that's a coincidence."

"You kill people for a living?" King cuts in.

" Holy shit! Could she get any hotter?" Neo groans.

She shoots them both side-eyes, but smirks when she does it to Neo. It's like she wants to be mad at his comment, but she's pleased by it at the same time. Our girl is a conundrum.

"Yes, I do." She glares at King before turning back to Neo and smirking. "And yes, I can."

"To answer your question," I cut in before either of my brothers can dig themselves even deeper. "You're right. It wasn't a coincidence. They were killed for being deathstalkers." Her brows furrow and the look of utter confusion is so adorable I want to boop her nose. I refrain of course. I'm a man. That would be childish. And even if my mate has me feeling and thinking things I've never imagined, I won't let my brothers see me behave in any way less than the controlled, stoic VP persona I've cultivated over the years.

"About thirty years ago, a small man with a tiny pecker decided he wanted to get rid of all deathstalkers. We don't know the exact reason but we could speculate. Either way… he hired assassins to kill every known deathstalker. As far as we know, we're the only surviving members of our species."

"That's crazy."

"I'm not-"

"Oh no. I totally believe that could happen." She holds her hand up stopping me. "It never ceases to amaze me the lengths people will go to to get what they want. Hell, a deathstalker probably "stole" his girl, and to get even, he decided to eradicate his species." She scoffs and rolls her eyes. "It really wouldn't surprise me. People are stupid. And people with the kind of money it would take to hire people like me to kill that many people are a hundred times worse."

"How does she keep getting sexier?" Neo whispers to Beck.

She winks at him before focusing back on me. "If he hired assassins to kill all those people…"

"He did," I interrupt her this time. There's no fucking ifs about it.

"We found them and killed them. After getting all the information we could out of them. It took years to hunt them all down. But each one led to a piece of the puzzle and eventually, we figured out who started the genocide."

"That's why I was at Underground. The nerds tracked him down. I was sent to retrieve him," Jax explains.

"The nerds? Let me guess… You, and you," she says pointing at Beck and Cree.

"How'd you guess?" Jax chuckles.

"Well, I doubt you'd refer to your Prez or VP as a nerd. So that narrows it down to those three." She tips her head to the couch. "That one's too flirty to be a nerd. Had to be the other two." She shrugs.

"You got us all figured out, don't ya?" Beck smirks at her.

"I'm good at judging people. What can I say?" She shrugs with a smile.

"Do I even want to know what you've pegged me as?" I arch my brow at her.

"You say that as if you think my assessment of you is wrong." She cocks her head and the challenge in her stormy eyes is clear.

"Not saying that at all. Just worried that my mate has pegged me as an asshole after only knowing me for five minutes."

She laughs and we all stare at her stunned. She's not self-conscious when it comes to showing her emotions. Her laugh isn't some cute girly giggle, but seeing and hearing my mate so amused, even if it is at my own expense, makes my chest feel warm and fuzzy.

"No. You're not the asshole. That's Jax," she says when she finally gets her laughter under control.

"Hey!" Jax starts to protest. We all look at him and he chuckles. "Ok. Fair enough."

Turning back to me Ivy says, " You are not an asshole. You care about your brothers and their wellbeing takes precedence over everything else. You passed up a chance to spend time with your newly found mate to help calm him down so he didn't scorpion out. You're reserved. You normally defer to others, especially KC, but you'd tell me all of your life stories just to keep my attention. You're loyal to a fault and you have an uncanny ability to calm everyone around you. You're the glue that holds your merry band of bikers together."

Holy shit.

"How'd I do?" She arches a brow at me.

"You're definitely a good judge."

"Thanks. I also like to play jury and executioner." She winks. Fucking winks . This woman couldn't be more perfect for us if she tried.

"Oh! Oh! Do me!" Neo bounces in his seat.

"She already said. You're flirty. That's about all there is to you isn't there?" Jax smirks.

"At least I'm not an asshole," Neo snipes.

"I'll show you a fucking asshole," Jax growls.

"No thanks. I'd rather not see your hairy ass." Neo shudders. Jax shoves his seat back and stands, ready to throttle our loudmouth brother.

"Boys! Enough!" I snap, ever the peacemaker. Just like Ivy said. Jax breathes deeply through his nose, his nostrils flaring as he attempts to reign in his anger. Neo holds his hands up in surrender.

"Told ya," Ivy chuckles.