Page 37 of Trigger's Temptation

His jaw ticks, and when he turns to face me, there’s pure, raw hunger in his gaze. “Careful, Little Kitten.” He adjusts himself, still not breaking eye contact. “Your purr is causing my dick issues.” His voice drops an octave, rough with lust. “And I might not be so nice once this is over.”

Heat pools between my legs, causing a shiver to run through my body. Damn, all he has to do is look at me, and I’m all hot and bothered.

Before either of us can act on the tension crackling between us, a bald, tattooed biker approaches, his mischievous light-blue eyes gleaming as he crosses his arms over his chest. His patch reads Torch. “Aww, our little Trigger is growing up. Who thought we’d see the day?” He grins like an asshole.

A blonde woman beside him smacks him hard. Daisy, Torch’s Ol’ Lady. Torch releases an oof, rubbing his chest.

“Torch, knock it off.” She scolds playfully. Daisy turns her attention toward me, concern in her eyes. “Be safe out there, please.”

I swallow a lump in my throat. It’s been a while since anyone has said kind words to me. “I will, thank you, Daisy.”

She doesn’t hesitate, she just throws her arms around my neck, hugging me tight. I stand frozen before slowly wrapping my arms around her.

“It’s what family is for,” she murmurs.

I glance around the room, and the weight of her words sinks in. She’s right.

Trigger’s brothers, his family, are preparing for war because Trigger needs them. Not one of them hesitates. Not a single one. The women rush around, making sure their men have everything they need. There’s a quiet efficiency to it, a rhythm that only comes from deep loyalty.

They don’t just ride together.

They live together. They fight together.

They die together.

They’re in this together.

A thought hits me. Where are the kids?

“Where are the kids?” I ask.

Danyella, Capone’s Ol’ Lady, answers. “Syvannah and Exleigh have them at my house.”

The names catch me off guard. “Who’s that?”

I don’t mean to sound defensive, but I do. My mind instantly jumps to other women Trigger might have had in his bed.

Trigger must read my thoughts because he wraps his arm around my shoulders, squeezing gently. “Relax, Little Kitten, put those claws away.” His tone is amused. “Syvannah and Exleigh are two young women we rescued from Josiah and Lattimer when they kidnapped Red’s Ol’ lady, Nadia.”

My stomach twists at the mention of those bastards. I push the grief down from losing my best friend to them.

“They were just girls,” Monica adds, her voice carrying a weight of pain. “Nadia protected them the best she could, but Josiah…” She swallows hard. “He still abused them.” My heart clenches. “So, they decided to come here and recover. Learn to start over and deal with what happened to them.”

My heart hurts thinking about what they went through. “How are they coping?”

“One day at a time,” Tiny steps forward. “That’s all we can ask for is one day at a time with them.”

Is the whole Club listening to our conversation? I look around, and sure enough, everyone is gathered around us. Capone stands with his arm draped over Danyella. Blayze holds Monica close. Torch keeps Daisy tucked under his arm. Derange has Jezebelle in his grasp. Bones, Pretty Playboy, Tiny, Dagger, Knight, and a couple I haven’t met yet. Even Zach, who’s standing beside an older woman, their hands brushing every few moments.

Everyone is here. Armed. Ready. United.

The only ones missing are Aftermath, Red, Kensi, and Nadia.

Then, Capone steps forward. His presence demands attention. The room falls silent.

“Here’s what’s going down.” Capone’s voice is sharp, no-nonsense.

“Everyone but Bones and Dagger are rolling out.” His gaze sweeps the room. “You two stay behind with the women and kids. Once we’re gone, bring them back here. Keep them safe.”

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