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“Trigger—”

I shook my head. “Where’s Sophia?” I needed him because I could be rough with him, even when he was injured and recovering. But he was busy helping Halo put up a camera that Iguessed would give us a better view of the front doors. So Chase was out of the question for me. The safety of the club came first.

He pointed above him. “Upstairs in bed. Probably reading. What?—”

“Not now,” I growled. Halo tapped his shoulder, getting his attention. Chase sighed and handed him the screwdriver he needed.

Turning on my heel, I rushed up the stairs. When I pushed open the door to our room, Sophia was doing exactly as Chase said she was. She set her book down, a frown tugging at her lips as she ran over my blood-stained skin and clothes. “Trigger?”

“I need you,” I rasped as I unzipped my jeans and tugged them down my thighs just enough for my cock to spring free. “Please, sunshine.”

She hurriedly set her book aside and pushed the blankets off of her. By the time her shirt hit the floor, I was already grabbing her ankles and yanking her to the edge of the bed. It was only a matter of shoving her thong to the side before I was inside of her.

My fingertips dug into her hips, and I leaned over her, kissing her hard and deep, our teeth clashing. And I fucking lost myself in her, driving all the anger and frustration in my body out through my hips with every thrust.

And she clung on, letting me take it all out on her.

I didn’t even register the door opening, but then Chase was behind me, wrapping his arms around me. I shuddered, my lungs seizing as my headfinallywent blissfully silent. Sophia cupped my face with her warm, soft hands, and I squeezed my eyes shut as I stopped thrusting, my chest heaving and sweat clinging to my skin.

“It’s okay,” she said softly, somehow knowing I was on the verge of breaking. “Whatever happened, Trigger, it’s okay.”

I dropped my forehead to hers, no longer interested in getting off. She’d come numerous times already, so I knew I’d taken care of her. That was all that was really important anyway.

“He slipped away,” I rasped. Sucking in a ragged breath, I twisted the comforter beside her head in my fists. “He fuckinggot away. He had a camera we didn’t fucking know about. He saw us coming a fucking mile away.”

Chase tugged me up, and when I eased out of Sophia, he turned me around to face him. “We’ll find him,” he promised. “We’ll fucking find him, Trigger. He can only remain slippery for so long. Even roaches run out of hiding spots.” He smirked. “And they all eventually come out to feed.”

“That requires patience,” I snapped. “Patience I don’t have.” Not anymore.

“Find it,” he said, his voice steely. His voice centered me, and I suddenly felt like I could breathe, something I hadn’t felt fully capable of doing since I’d realized the Pakhan had slipped away.

Turning away from him, I pulled Sophia up, then wrapped her in my arms, squeezing her to my chest. She clutched my cut in her fists, burrowing her face against my bloody chest.

“Did I hurt you?” I softly asked, raking my fingers through her soft dark hair.

She shook her head. “I’m okay.” Tilting her head back, she looked up at me. “Areyouokay?”

I sighed, leaning down to softly kiss her bruised, abused lips. “I will be, sunshine.”

Chase pressed his hand to her lower back, stepping closer to us. “Wewill be,” he corrected.

Meeting his eyes over her head, I nodded once. When Sophia sank back into me, I rested my chin on her head and closed my eyes, holding her close.

23

Trigger

Ihadn’t slept worth a shit the night before, too agitated and pissed off that the fucking Pakhan had slipped through my fingers. So, when Scorpion knocked on the door early that morning and announced Chase and I needed to get downstairs for church, I was already wide awake. Chase, however, was not.

His pain levels were finally simmering down, which meant he could finally get some decent rest. When Scorpion knocked on the door, he’d shouted for him to fuck off, to which Scorpion reminded him of his position as VP and to get his ass on the move. Normally, I would’ve been amused, but I couldn’t muster it.

Blayke breezed into the room five minutes late with papers in one hand and a mug of coffee in another. Scorpion had just been giving a debriefing and what to expect moving forward, which was the same old shit. Stick together. Don’t go anywhere alone. Keep our heads on a swivel. Stay up to date on weapons training and self-defense.

Because we all knew it was only a matter of time before the Russians regrouped and made another move.

“I got some info,” Blayke announced, interrupting Scorpion. Scorpion sighed and scowled at him. Blayke ignored him, making me snicker. He literally did not give a shit about hierarchy. He set the papers in front of Scorpion. “I went back out last night and dug around.”

“By yourself?” Lawson asked, frowning at him. “Are you out of your fucking mind, Blayke?” I was hoping that was a rhetorical question because everyone knew Blayke was built differently.

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