Page 10 of Trigger

“I’m sending you some files,” Geek informed me, not bothered by my bad mood. “It’s every property owned by the Russians. I figured you could start close to you and slowly expand out.”

I was so glad I had this club to fall back on. My brothers would never fucking let me down, and I knew, even when I made decisions they didn’t agree with, they’d always have my back.

“Thanks,” I grunted.

“Stay safe, Trigger.”

He ended the call, and I tossed my phone onto the mattress before kicking my boots off. In case something happened to me, too, I wanted one more time with Sophia. I couldn’t drag this out. Couldn’t worship her like I wanted, but I could give her this before I left.

“What—” I cut her off with a kiss, my tongue dipping into her mouth to taste her—a combination of coffee and toothpaste. She rolled onto her back, and I pulled the blankets from around her, revealing her bare thighs. She was wearing one of Chase’s grease-stained, gray t-shirts. That would be staying on. Fuck, she looked so damn good when she was wearing his clothes.

With one hand braced beside her head, I undid my jeans and shoved them down just enough to free my cock. She quickly pulled her panties to the side, and I slid in deep, groaning into her mouth as her pussy wrapped around me, always so warm, wet, and tight.

God.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice cracking.

I cupped her cheek, nodding as I rocked in and out of her. “Yeah, sunshine. I’m leaving,” I said softly. “I have to go find him.”

Her lips trembled, and with shaking fingers, she reached up and cupped my cheek, too, her fingers sliding into my beard. A tear ran down her face, her pretty, dark eyes glimmering in the moonlight streaming in through the window. “Please bring him home, Trigger.”

I nodded. “I will, sunshine. I fucking promise. I’ll bring him home to you.”

She dragged me down so my body was flattened on top of hers. We moved together, her hips rising to meet each of my thrusts. I burrowed my face in the curve of her neck, my arms banding together beneath her so I could squeeze her to me as I fucked into her, desperately seeking release and trying to get her off, too.

When she came, she burst into tears, and fuck, every part of me ached. Because Chase should have been here, too. He should’ve experienced our beautiful woman getting off.

I kissed her damp cheeks as I pulled out of her. When I stood from the bed, she curled back onto her side, tugging the blanket over her. I pushed her blonde hair out of her face, wishing I could take her pain and make it my own.

“Let me get you cleaned?—”

She shook her head. “No,” she said quietly, her voice full of pain and heartache. “Go, Trigger. Go find him. Just…” She drew in a deep, shuddering breath. “Just make sure you come back home to me, too.”

I wished it was a promise I could make her, but I couldn’t. And by the broken expression on her face, she knew that, too.

“I love you,” I rasped. I could at least promise her that. “For eternity, sunshine, I will always love you.”

I turned away from her and strode over to where I’d left my boots, fixing my jeans as I went. Once I shoved my feet into them, I snatched my burner phone off the bed and headed for the door.

Her broken sob echoed inside my skull as I quietly shut the door behind me.

8

Sophia

Iscrubbed at my red, swollen eyes as I traipsed down the stairs the next morning. There’d been no word from Trigger and still nothing from Chase. I was a nervous wreck. Sleep had been nearly impossible, and what little bit of sleep I did manage to get was haunted by every worst possible scenario of what could be happening to Chase. And if it wasn’t Chase, then it was Trigger.

I had no idea how I was going to manage getting through the work day, but I had to. I couldn’t sit around this clubhouse, where I was used to seeing Chase everywhere I turned. And I couldn’t just lay around in bed upstairs where the pillows still smelled strongly of my two men.

“Here,” Jessica said softly when I pushed open the door to the kitchen. She was making breakfast, her hair pulled up into a messy bun on the top of her head. She was still in her pajamas. I took the coffee she held out to me, wishing I could plaster a smile onto my lips, but the muscles in my face weren’t cooperating.

“Thanks,” I managed, my voice sounding raw, even to my own ears.

She turned to face me, leaning her hip against the counter as the pancakes on the griddle cooked. “Are you sure you can handle work today, Sophia? I just don’t think?—”

“I can handle it,” I muttered, bristling. “Ineedto be able to handle it, Jessica. I can’t just lay around and wait for news. That could…” My throat closed up, and I had to swallow some of the scalding coffee to open it back up. Tears blurred my vision, making my already sore eyes hurt even more. “That could take weeks,” I croaked, my voice cracking.

She wrapped her slender arms around me, and I bit my tongue, swallowing down a sob. Squeezing my eyes shut, I willed myself not to cry. To not give into the devastation and hopelessness I felt. When I stepped back, she dropped her arms with a small sigh. “If you think you need this, then I’ll let Scorpion know you need two of the guys to go with you. He won’t be happy about you being away from the clubhouse, but I think he’ll understand the need to keep yourself busy.” Reaching up, she gently squeezed my arm. “Can you keep an eye on the food for a couple of minutes while I go talk to him?”

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