Page 27 of Trigger's Temptation

The second I round the corner that leads into the Common room, my gaze locks on the woman I can’t get out of my head. The hunger and lust rolling off her body has mine reacting instantly. I’m immediately hard behind the zipper of my jeans. Remembering the heat of her core pressed against me last night, the taste of her on my lips, the way she moaned my name.

Aerianna.

I scowl. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

The heat from her gaze shifts to anger and hurt at my words. I want to snatch them back and tell her I’m sorry.

What the hell is wrong with me?

My sister is missing, and the last thing I need to be doing is getting my rocks off with a chick I don’t know.

Aerianna stiffens. “That’s none of your business.” She clips back in agitation.

Fuck. I don’t have time for this. “Stay the fuck out of my way,” I demand in a low growl.

Aerianna tosses her head back before pinning me with a glare. “Fuck off, Trigger. We’re not at work, and you don’t tell me what to do.”

Instead of engaging in an argument with this infuriating woman, who won’t leave my damn head, I walk down the hallway toward Church. I can feel Aerianna’s eyes burn into my back, daring me to say something.

Oh no, Little Kitten. I won’t say anything. Instead, I’ll keep track of this in my head and take your punishment out on your ass.

I push open the door to low murmurs from the members seated around the table. All conversations stop when I enter and take my seat. That’s when I notice Zachary Donovan sitting at the end of the table, and things click into place.

Aerianna is here.

Donovan is here.

Donovan is a cop.

Donovan brought Aerianna here.

Fuck. Me.

I snap my gaze to Capone, and he gives me a slight nod in confirmation. This is the last thing I need.

Well, Little Kitten, if you want to play a game with me, let’s play. I guarantee you won’t win.

A slow, sinister smirk spreads across my face as I think about all the ways I could make her regret setting foot in my clubhouse.

“Trigger,” Capone slams his fist on the table, yanking me from my thoughts.

Shit. Church has already started, and I wasn’t paying attention. Instead, I was thinking about the sexy blonde in the next room.

“Sorry, Prez,” I say, shaking it off.

“What have you found out?” Capone asks, his jaw ticking in frustration.

I shake my head. “Not a fucking thing. We were on our way to Venice Beach when you called. If anyone can find anything out it’s F.O.C.U.S. He’s here with Nixx doing a porn shoot. And you know how trafficking and porn run side by side.” Not that F.O.C.U.S. or Nixx have anything to do with human trafficking, but they probably have connections who do.

Capone nods. “Pretty Playboy, go call F.O.C.U.S. and see what he can dig up. Since Red and Aftermath are leaving in an hour, Bones, you and Seth are going to take over searching security feeds. Tiny, I want you and Derange to ride out to the Royal Harlots and see if Allura knows anything.” Capone lights up a cigarette, exhaling the smoke out in agitation.

“What do you want me to do, Prez?” I ask. I hate sitting here with my dick in my hand.

Capone takes a slow drag before pointing his cigarette at me. “I’m glad you asked. You and Special Agent Benton will be working side by side. She has connections in places we don’t.”

“Now, wait a minute, Capone.” Zach snaps, standing so fast that his chair crashes behind him.

“No, you wait, Zach.” Capone fires back, pointing at him. “I let you into my Clubhouse. You earned my trust from these jobs we do. But I will NOT tolerate you sneaking agents under my nose, pretending it’s all friendly.” His nostrils flare as he dresses Donovan down. “Am I clear?”

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