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Trigger chuckled. “Yeah. But once she gets settled in, she’ll stop worrying. But just in case, I’ll help make sure she understands her bond with you isn’t going anywhere. You two are life, Chase.”

He was right. We were. I’d fought tooth and fucking nail to have her, and I wasneverletting her go. I just needed her to remember that.

We were quiet for a beat, and I was almost asleep again when Trigger suddenly said, his voice quiet, “We’ve got a fucking problem on our hands, Chase.”

A frown pulled at the corners of my lips, and I opened my eyes, squinting against the dim lighting. When had Trigger gotten up to turn off the overhead light? The only light now was the dim glow of the lamp from his side of the bed. Maybe I’d actually fallen deeper asleep than I thought I had.

“Is that why you’re here?” I asked, looking over at him. I’d been waiting for him to tell me what was going on. I knew he would in time and when our woman wasn’t in listening distance.

Trigger nodded. “Johnston had a… package waiting for him yesterday morning.” I frowned. “Someone is stalking Aaliyah and warned him that if Johnston didn’t give them what theywanted, Aaliyah would be…” He paused like he was trying to find the right words before settling on, “Next.”

Next.

Next.

Next.

My gut twisted and cramped, and my headache only got worse.

“Next as in…”

Trigger nodded, his expression grim and his lips flattened. “Yeah. Next as in what happened to Sophia.” A low growl rumbled from my chest. “Johnston wants this under wraps, so what I’m telling you doesn’t leave this room unless Scorpion mentions it.” If Scorpion mentioned it, then it would mean that Johnston had given the order. “Johnston gave me permission to tell you, but that’s it. I’m assuming he doesn’t want word of this getting back to Aaliyah, and I don’t blame him. What happened to Sophia…” I clenched my jaw. What had happened to Soph had been fucking horrifying. They’d not only raped her; they’d fucking brutalized her. Beaten her black and blue. Left her living in fear and suffering from PTSD. Trigger sighed. “I’m here until the stalker is eliminated, no matter how long that takes.”

My teeth audibly ground together. I still lived with the guilt of what happened to Sophia a year later. I hadn’t gotten to her in time, despite stalking her through the cameras in her store. This club, though she’d hated us at the time, had failed her, and she’dsufferedjust for her affiliation with us. And at the time, her affiliation had been nothing more than us being the security company she’d employed. That wasit.

What would they do to Aaliyah, knowing she was the mother charter’s president’s wife?

“Russians?” I asked, but I knew in my gut, I already knew the answer.

Trigger nodded. “Yeah. They’re the only ones we’ve got beef with right now, and they’re on a power trip. They want our territory.”

I drew in a deep breath, forcing myself to remain calm. I couldn’t stomach the thought of something happening to Trigger, but I also knew this was the life we’d chosen. When we took that fucking oath and put those cuts on our backs, we agreed to lay our lives down for this club—for both charters and all its members. For this family.

“If you need backup,” I quietly told him, “I’m here.” Looking over at him, our eyes met, and with steel in my voice, I growled, “And don’t you dare fucking die, Trigger.”

He shook his head. “I won’t.” His lips quirked with a tiny smirk. “Got too much to live for now, Chase.”

4

Trigger

Ileaned my head back against the shower wall, my hand fisting my aching, swollen cock. Barely swallowing back a groan, I squeezed my fist around myself, my lips parting as I imagined Chase on his knees in front of me, his hands gripping my thighs and his blunt nails digging into my skin as I drove my cock down his tight throat while Sophia pressed kisses all over his back and those broad fucking shoulders.

Fuuuck.

My breath sawed from my lungs, and I fucked my cock into my fist, chasing my orgasm as I imagined spilling down Chase’s hot, tight, abused throat, forcing him to swallow every fucking drop I gave him.

Grunting, my cum hit the white shower floor and coated my hand, the water spraying over me quickly washing it all away. I slumped back against the wall, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

I really needed to stop fantasizing about having Chase like that, but I couldn’t fucking help myself. I wanted him sogoddamn badly. Wanted to have both him and Sophia. I knew I’d be happy to have him any way I could, even if all I could do was look at him and experience being with him through our woman. But it didn’t stop me fromhoping. And that hope was a toxic bitch I couldn’t let go of.

Sighing, I pushed myself off the wall and finished my shower. When I got out and stepped into the bedroom, Sophia was curled up in the center of the bed, her lips slightly parted in sleep. I didn’t know when she’d come in, but she was clearly exhausted because normally, she would’ve joined me.

I quickly finished drying off before padding naked to the bed and sliding in behind her, gently tugging her back against me. She made a small noise of contentment, and I smiled, pressing a kiss to her sweet-smelling hair.

Sophia rolled over to face me and snuggled into my chest. I rubbed my hand up and down her back beneath the oversized t-shirt she was wearing—looked to be one of Chase’s old, worn shirts.

“Chase had to go on a quick run,” she mumbled into my chest, her voice thick with sleep. “He’ll be back in the morning.”

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