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I grin, and my good mood comes back. “Well, why are we standing around here? Let’s go get this bitch and get your sister home.” I pat Trigger on the chest.

I turn toward the door, but before I can take a step, Trigger lifts me over his shoulder, making me nauseous.

“Put me down, asshole!” I pound on his back as he steps into the hallway. “Motherfucker.” I grumble.

Laughter and conversation spill from the other room, and my stomach drops. So much for staying professional when a fucking caveman throws you over his shoulder and heads toward a room full of bikers. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” I mutter. “Trigger, I swear to…” A sharp smack lands on my ass, making me yelp. “What is wrong with you?”

“Like I said before, I react first and then ask questions later.” His voice holds nothing but amusement. “And you, my Little Kitten, happen to be on the receiving end of my trigger.”

“Fucker,” I grumble and give up fighting him on this. If this is the way he wants to introduce me to his Club, I guess I have to go with it. “One question, though.”

“What’s that?” Trigger walks further down the hallway. I can hear talking coming from the other room.

“Do I still have my job?” My tone is teasing, but he doesn’t know that.

Trigger pulls me off his shoulder, letting my body slide down his, his hands firm on my hips. His blue eyes lock onto mine. “Do you really want it?”

I shake my head, “No. It was a means to figure out some shit. But, no, I don’t.”

“Good, 'cause if you did, I’d let you, but I’d sit at your table every shift so no motherfucker could hit on you.”

I roll my eyes. “That doesn’t surprise me.”

Trigger slings his arm around my shoulders and guides me into the common room. The energy shifts instantly. The air is thick with tension. Men checking guns, loading knives, preparing for war. And among the weapons are things cops use, not criminals.

I scan the room. “What’s all this?”

Trigger’s lips curl into a smirk. “You didn’t think we were going in alone, did you?”

Capone slams a clip into a gun, his jaw tight. “When one rides, we all ride. Trigger needs to get his sister back, and we’re making damn sure that happens.”

A chorus of agreement echoes around us.

Adrenaline surges through my veins. This isn’t just a mission.

It’s a war.

Chapter 16

AERIANNA

Holy shit.

I’m going to war with a bunch of bikers.

The tension in the room is thick, a live wire sparking between us as we prepare to leave. Zach steps out to his SUV and returns with my backpack, the one loaded with my weapons. I unzip it and pull out my Glock 17, checking the clip before sliding it back into place. The familiar weight settles into the holster I strapped to my jeans. Then, I reach for my favorite, my Glock 22, and secure it at my hip.

I’m not done. Sliding throwing stars onto my belt, I slip a knife into my boot, my movements practiced and precise. My fingers graze at the cool steel of another blade, but before I can grab it, I feel eyes on me.

Lifting my gaze, I find Trigger watching me, his expression is a mix of something dark and primal. His blue eyes flicker with amusement, curiosity, and desire.

I shrug. “A girl can’t be too prepared.”

His lips curve into a smirk, and in the next second, he’s in my space, crowding me with his body. Sparks ignite under my skin, my breath catching at his proximity.

“I never thought I’d say this,” he murmurs, his voice thick, “but watching you arm yourself is fucking hot.” Before I can respond, his lips crash against mine in a rough, searing kiss. It’s quick but potent, leaving my head spinning as he steps back. He turns to load himself up, checking his weapons and sliding blades into hidden places.

I watch, heat curling low in my belly. I smirk, leaning in close to his ear. “That’s hot too, Carter.” My voice is barely a whisper. “Once this is over, I’ll enjoy unstrapping you.”

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