Page 47 of Trigger's Temptation

Trigger doesn’t push me, just lets me speak. I take a deep breath, shaking my head at the awful memories of that night. This is the worst part of my story, and I’m trying not to let itaffect me. “My partner and I were on a stakeout, using Rauel as bait so we could lure out Jonas Mercer.” My stomach churns, and I swallow. “But my partner, he had other plans.” I swallow the bile climbing up the back of my throat, looking away. “He tried to rape me.”

Trigger stiffens.

“I fought him off, broke his nose, maybe his dick, but while I was dealing with him, Rauel was dying. The damage was already done. Someone shot Rauel, and by the time I got there, I couldn’t help him.” My voice cracks. “He bled out in my arms.” “

Trigger pulls me against him, and I cry for Allison, for Rauel, and for the hundreds of women and children who are victims of the Black Market Railroad. My voice is raw and scratchy. “Rauel made me promise I’d end them. That I’d burn the Black Market Railroad to the ground.”

Trigger rubs my back in soothing motions. “What happened after that?”

“I left Detroit and followed the Black Market Railroad through the Royal Bastards MC’s spread out between the east coast, Canada, the Mid West, and then to here. That’s why I thought your Club was involved. This was the first solid lead I’ve had in three years.” My voice drops. “But it’s over. Two days ago, Zach and I found Allison’s body. She was beaten, broken, and bloody."

Trigger exhales, his lips brushing my temple. “The day the two of you came to the Clubhouse was the day you found Allison.”

I nod my head. “But before we went there, Zach took me to a house in the middle of nowhere. I met a few of the women your Club saved, and instead of blaming all of you for this, I realized we’re on the same side. That’s why I helped you get Elise back. I knew you didn’t have anything to do with Allison’s death.” I lean my head back and stare into Trigger’s gorgeous eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Trigger frowns, and his arms tighten around me. “Sorry for what?”

“For blaming you and thinking you’re the bad guys when you’re not.”

His grip tightens. “We’re not saints, Aerianna. We do bad shit to bad people.”

I cup his face, my thumb tracing the edge of his jaw. “You saved those women. You saved Elise.” My voice drops. “You saved me.”

Trigger’s mouth crashes against mine, stealing my breath. He pulls back, staring into my eyes. “One more thing, then I’ll stop asking questions.” I nod my head for him to continue. “What had you so scared last night that you were shaking?”

I hesitate. “I thought someone was in my apartment.” My skin prickles at the memory. “I didn’t find anything or see anyone. It was a creepy feeling of being watched. Then I had a reoccurring nightmare about Allison, Rauel, and you were in it this time too. Telling me I failed.” I confess. “It really shook me up.”

Trigger’s expression darkens. “You’re coming with me. Pack a bag. You’re staying at the Clubhouse, where I can keep you safe. Until we can figure out what’s going on and if you have a stalker.”

A thrill of fear runs through me. “You think I have a stalker?”

“I think we’re gonna find out.”

Trigger pulls me into his lap, so I’m straddling him in the chair. “Besides, Capone hasn’t touched the two men we brought in last night. He was waiting for you.” Trigger shrugs like it’s no big deal, but to me, it is.

My eyes grow wide. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, apparently you’re rubbing off on a lot of us at the Clubhouse. So, pack a bag, you’re coming home with me.” Trigger swats my ass making me squirm. “Don’t even thinkabout it Little Kitten. As much as I want to be buried inside of you again while you’re teasing me with my t-shirt and no panties, I want to keep you safe, and to do that, we need to head back to the Clubhouse.”

“Give me twenty, and I’ll be ready to go.” I hop off Trigger’s lap, and he groans in disapproval. He adjusts himself before standing up.

I roll my eyes but hurry to my bedroom. Pulling out a bag, I start packing until I open my top drawer and freeze. The missing panties I had on the night I was working out at the gym are sitting on top, crusty. My stomach drops.

“Trigger!” I shout.

He comes barreling into my bedroom, half dressed, with his gun raised. “What?”

I point to my drawer. “He was here.”

Trigger’s expression turns murderous when he looks in the drawer. “Son of a bitch.” He slams the drawer shut. “You’re not touching those. I’ll buy you every goddamn pair of panties you want.”

My hands shake as I shove the rest of my things into my bag. I’m not coming back here. Ever. My privacy was violated by some psycho stalker.

Once I’m done, I slide on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie over Trigger’s t-shirt. He raises a brow but doesn’t say a word as he puts his cut on without a shirt. It looks very sexy as hell.

I grab my keys, Trigger grabs my bags, and we leave my apartment. Once we’re outside, I move toward my pickup, but Trigger grabs my wrist. “You’re riding with me.”

I shake my head. “I’m not leaving my truck here for this psycho to mess with. I’ll follow you.” His jaw ticks. I press my hand over his mouth before he can argue. “The longer we stand here, the more exposed we are. I’m not budging.”

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