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Trigger didn’t move, but his voice was clear when he said, “I’ll never let anyone take him from us, sunshine.”

A tear ran down my cheek. “How can you promise that?” I croaked. “They won’t stop coming for him.” I cupped Chase’s cheek, my hand trembling against his beard as I closed my eyes, soaking in the feel of his skin against mine. “I can’t lose you. It will shatter me, Chase. Do you understand that?” I opened my eyes, staring into his. “Losing you willkillme. There will be nothing left of me. While you were gone, I thought I was fuckingdying.”

He pressed his lips to mine in a soft, sweet kiss. But when his hand slid from my waist and up into my hair, his kiss grew hungrier, his lips parting. I moaned softly and opened for him, letting him dip his tongue into my mouth. A low whimpercrawled up my throat as I pressed even closer, just needing to feel his body against mine.

I was vaguely aware of Trigger moving. Suddenly, he was behind me, his hands working at my clothes, tugging them off until I was just as naked as them. They sandwiched me between them, and I shuddered, my heart nearly about to explode in my chest. Trigger trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses against my skin, his hand coming over my body to play with my nipples.

Chase growled low in his throat and gripped my thigh, hooking it over his hip. “Chase…” I moaned when he slid his cock inside me. He set a slow rhythm, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, thrusting his cock slowly. Leaning back, I ran my eyes over his face, taking in his pinched brow and the tightness around his eyes.

He was hurting.

“Chase—”

“No,” he growled, tugging me back to him. “Let me have this, cupcake. Please, fuck, let me have this.” How could I deny him when he begged me like that? Like not having me like this would fucking kill him?

Trigger suddenly gripped the thigh draped over Chase’s hip and pulled it up. Chase jerked, a moan tearing from his throat when Trigger’s cock nudged his.

“Let me in,” Trigger growled into my skin. “Let her get both of us at the same time.”

Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Chase pulled out, and then, he and Trigger were pushing inside of me at the same time. My mouth opened on a silent scream. It burned. God, the stretch burned, but it burned sogood. I’d never felt so full in my life.

“Oh, my God,” I croaked, my eyes rolling back in my head when they began to move together. “Oh, my fucking God.”

“God doesn’t exist in this room,” Chase growled. “It’s just us. Us inside you. Us fucking you. Using you.”

“Breeding this hot, tight cunt,” Trigger rasped in my ear.

I did not want kids, and I knew Chase didn’t either, but Trigger’s words still had my pussy squeezing around them. I came with a strangled cry, tears leaking from my eyes at the force of it. Chase moaned, clutching me tight to him as he and Trigger really began to fuck me, the slipperiness of my cunt making it easier for them to glide in and out of me as they wrecked me.

Chase came first, and then, Trigger followed right after, both of them groaning into my skin as they held me between them.

“You’re not losing me,” Chase whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead as he scraped his blunt nails along my scalp. “I won’t let them take me from you.”

I clung to him, wincing as both men eased out of me. Trigger got off the bed, and a moment later, he reappeared with a damp washcloth to clean both of us up. Once he was done, Chase maneuvered us further onto the bed. Trigger took up his spot behind me, and they cuddled me between them, settling that part of me that had been untethered since Chase had gone missing.

“I’ll slaughter them all,” Trigger growled into my skin. “Every single last one of them, sunshine. They’ll pay for all the mental fucking bullshit they’ve put you through.”

21

Chase

Three days passed by super fast—much too fast for my liking—and while I’d calmed down a lot, I had to admit that—for the first time ever—I was nervous to see my brothers, my damn family, ride into what could possibly be a slaughter with only knives for weapons.

And it made me sick to my stomach to see Trigger giving his goodbyes to Sophia, knowing he may not make it back home to us. All I would be able to do was sit here and twiddle my thumbs while I waited on some kind of news. He would be radio silent for hours before anything even happened. He was heading out now with the rest of the group he was taking with him, and they were setting up shop in an old warehouse we owned but hadn’t gotten around to using yet. As soon as he walked out those doors, the radio silence would begin.

When dark hit, Scorpion and Geek would head out to Sophia’s bookstore and set up shop in her office to watch their backs virtually. And then, they would infiltrate the basement of the building they were in.

A building owned under one of the Pakhan’s aliases.

Sophia kissed Trigger one last time before she headed into the kitchen to distract herself with… whatever the hell she did in there. I didn’t know what she could clean; it was already spotless. But I’d leave her to her vices.

Trigger clasped the side of my neck and pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m coming back,” he promised.

“I don’t fucking like this,” I muttered.

He sighed. “I know. But I know what I’m doing, Chase. I’m coming back home—alive and breathing. I swear that to you.”

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