Page 28 of Trigger's Temptation

Zach exhales sharply, jaw tight. “Crystal. Sorry, Capone. I didn’t know how you’d react.” He picks up his chair and sits back down, calmer.

“I’ve known for a while.” Capone shrugs like it’s no big deal.

My eyes bulge, and I choke. “What the fuck?”

Capone shakes his head. “Trigger, you forget I’m the motherfucking President around here. I know shit you don’t think I know.” He stubs out his cigarette.

Fuck.

Oh well. No sense in hiding it now. Even though Aerianna is a FED, she does shit to me no woman ever has before. And if my sister’s taught me anything, it was to respect what I’m feeling and not cower.

“Ok, Prez.” I nod my head. “I’ll work with her. But I swear if she steps out of line once…” I smirk, letting my threat trail off.

Oh, if she steps out of line, I’m going to have fun with her.

Capone exhales, looking between me and Zach. “Fucking, Trigger. I want the two of you to get your fucking heads together and come up with where Jonas Mercer and Lattimer are hiding.”

He slams his gavel on the table, “Church dismissed.”

All my brothers, including Zach, file out, but I hang back, waiting for the room to clear. Capone stays in his seat, watching me with knowing eyes until it’s just the two of us.

“What’s on your mind, Trigger?”

I hesitate. Do I tell him the truth? That my head is all fucked up over a FED?

Yeah. I have to. He needs to know so he can help me figure out my next move.

“What do I do, Prez? My sister is missing and my head is all fucked up over a woman, who happens to be an FBI agent? Isn’t that shit illegal or something?”

Capone leans forward in his seat. “Trigger, what is wrong with it? I know she is a FED. I’ve known since she ran your sorry ass over.”

That stops me short.

He continues before I can interrupt. “Yeah, she’s on the other side of the law, but we’re not exactly running a cartel here. We’re mostly legit. Do I think she’d try to take my Club down? That’s questionable.”

My mouth opens, ready to argue, but Capone cuts me off.

“But,” he says, holding up a finger, “and this is a strong but, I’ve seen the way she looks at you. And I see something in her eyes that tells me no, she won’t. That she’s here for her own reasons. Now, suck it up and figure out what they are so we can get your sister back.”

I rap my knuckles on the table. “Thanks, Prez. I owe you one.”

I stand up to leave, but Capone stops me. “All you need to do to owe me is get your shit together and claim that woman if that’s what you want. My Ol’ lady has been driving me nuts with you not findingthe one.”

I laugh, “Tell Danyella to not worry. Trigger’s fingers are itching, and it’s not for blood this time.”

I leave Church and look for Aerianna. I spot her sitting on a bar stool next to Nadia and Jezebelle, chatting away. I hang back and watch her interact with my Club sisters.

What is it about her that has me so intrigued?

She’s a beautiful woman I don’t doubt that.

Capone’s words echo in my head, and I focus on her eyes. Every once in a while, pain flashes in them, like she is thinking about something or someone who hurt her. Aerianna keeps looking at the babies, then at the ladies, then around the room. She does this a few times. The sadness when she looks at thebabies makes my chest ache. When she looks up, she masks the pain. That’s got to be it.

Instead of standing in the shadows like a creeper, I step forward. It takes her a few moments to spot me, but when she does, a smile graces her lips before it turns into a frown.

Ok, I deserve that one but damn, that fucking stings.

I approach Aerianna. “We need to talk.”

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