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“That was nothing.” I dismiss his accusation with a wave of my hand.

“If you say so.” Bones shrugs his shoulders. “What do you need?” he turns around in the seat and begins typing as I speak.

“Can you pull up any information on Jonas and Josiah Mercer? Their LKA’s, cars, property, anything you can think of? Then run a check on Elise’s phone. See if she had any texts, emails, or phone calls last night that would lead to her letting someone in from the outside.”

“Got it. Anything else?” Bones nods, working quickly. His efficiency is impressive.

“No, that should be a start. We need to find out what spooked Elise into letting her assailant in last night.” I start pacing the small room, working out everything in my mind.

“She was safe here. This guy couldn’t touch her.” I turn once I reach the end of the room and walk back. “If she was safe, then why would she let him in? Why would she put up a fight only to be taken in the end? If he has something on her, wouldn’t she go willingly?” I pace back in the other direction, rolling my shoulder. “Why bring him inside? It doesn’t make sense.”

“Who said she let him in? Maybe someone else did.” Bones muses.

“I thought about that, but Trigger said I was going down the wrong path. That no brother would allow that to happen.”

“No brother would, but a Club Bunny might if she felt slated by Elise showing up.” Bones responds.

I stop pacing when realization dawns on me. “Holy shit, Bones. You’re right. Maybe we’re looking at this wrong. What Club Bunnies are here that have an issue with Elise?”

“Khandi, Lexi, or Georgia,” Bones says, still typing. “They were Pretty Playboy’s regulars. Since Elise arrived, he’s been keeping his distance, and they aren’t happy about it.” Trigger walks back in just as Bones keeps talking, unaware of his presence. “They were his go-to fucks when he needed to scratch an itch. Now, he wants something real. That’s got to sting.”

Bones finally notices Trigger and stops short. “Fuck.”

I take the papers and grab Trigger’s hand. “Come on, we need to go over these, and I’ll fill you in on what we’re talking about.” I pull him out of the room before he can say anything to Bones.

Leading him down the hallway toward his room, Trigger stops walking and makes me stop short, too. “What’s going on?”

“I’ll explain, but not until we’re secure in your room.” I smooth the scowl off his face. My fingers brush against his skin, and heat flares between us. I swallow hard. I know I won’t be able to resist him for much longer. “Besides, I need your head in the game instead of what Bones said about Pretty Playboy.”

Chapter 14

TRIGGER

I unlock my door and gesture for Aerianna to enter before me. She walks past, swaying her hips, driving me insane with lust, need, and something I don’t want to name. This isn’t just want anymore, it’s a pull, a force that’s dragging me into dangerous territory. Fuck, she is driving me crazy.

I shake my head and follow her inside, closing the door behind me. Leaning against it, I close my eyes for a moment, steadying my breath. This shouldn’t be happening. I have a club to protect. A mission to finish. Aerianna is a distraction I can’t afford, but fuck if I don’t want to get lost in her anyway. When I open my eyes, Aerianna is staring back at me, questions swimming in the grey depths I’ve come to crave. “Now, can you explain what’s going on?”

She moves to the bed, sitting on the edge, and pats the spot beside her. A simple gesture, yet it unravels me. I should walk away. I should put the club first, just like I always have. But for the first time in my life, I don’t want to.I gather up all my willpower and sit beside her. Aerianna’s body heat scorches my skin, causing what little willpower I have left to crumble to dust.

Aerianna turns her head, looking into my eyes. Everything I’m feeling reflects back at me, uncertainty, desire, something deeper that neither of us wants to name. Before she can answer my question, my lips crash onto hers, and I pull her closer.

Aerianna hesitates for a split second, but then she gives in. She’s fire, and I should be afraid of getting burned, but I don’t care. I want the flames. Her lips and tongue mingle with mine.

Throwing a fuck-it to the wind, I hoist Aerianna onto my lap. She straddles my hips, her hands knocking the hat off my head, fingers tunneling through my hair, nails digging into my scalp. A low moan climbs from her throat as she rocks against me, igniting a new kind of war inside me.

A war between my duty and my need for her.

A low moan climbs its way up Aerianna’s throat as she presses her heat down against my groin, begging to be set free. I grip her hair, tilting her head back so I can devour the column of her throat. I should stop. I should put the club first. I should remember that she’s an FBI agent, and I’m the Treasurer of the Royal Bastards MC. That she’s the one woman who could destroy everything.

But I don’t stop.

Releasing Aerianna’s head, I skim my hands down her sides until they’re resting on the hem of her t-shirt. I stare into her eyes, waiting for a sign. Aerianna nods her head, letting me pull her shirt off her head. I unclasp her bra, letting it fall between us. My mouth descends on the succulent flesh as my fingers work fast to unbutton her jeans and slide the zipper down.

Aerianna yanks off my cut and places it on the bed next to us. Aerianna doesn’t hesitate as she strips me of my shirt, baring me completely. We’re a mess of lips, tongues, and teeth as we ravish each other’s mouths.

I pull away, breathing hard. I cup Aerianna’s cheeks in my palms and make her look at me. “Once we cross this line, there isno going back. You. Are. Mine.” I growl, and it terrifies me how much I mean it.

Aerianna pulls herself closer so we’re skin against skin. The hard peaks of her nipples dust against my chest. “You. Are. Mine.” She states.

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