Page 4 of Trigger's Temptation

Once I’m dried off, I wrap a towel around me and patter into the kitchen, grab a cup of coffee, and walk back into my bedroom to get ready for the day. Living this life is lonely, but there isn’t anything I can do about it right now. My job requires me to dothings alone. It might drive some people crazy, like my mother, for instance, but not me. I prefer solitude as I get into the right headspace to complete this job. I can’t afford any distractions on my end to blow this chance.

An hour later, I’m in my pickup, heading down the four-oh-five into downtown Los Angeles. I have my windows down, my radio cranked up, and not a care in the world as we creep down the freeway.

Loud pipes come roaring up behind me, and my pulse spikes. Would this be my sexy mystery man, Trigger?

Four Harleys lane split and come up on me fast. I’m half tempted to open my door and send the jackass sailing, but then I think better of it. I don’t want to get into trouble with the law, and I’m sure I’d be arrested immediately for doing it, or even worse. The four Harleys speed past me, and I barely make out their cuts.

Royal Bastards MC.

My grip tightens on the wheel. What are they doing out this early? Don’t bikers usually party all night and sleep all day? Is Trigger in that group? Would he let me ride him on his bike? I mean, would he let me ride his bike?

A horn blares behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts. Shaking my head, I press the gas and weave through traffic. I move forward until we’re finally out of the traffic jam, and I put the pedal to the metal.

Arriving at the Royal Hotel and Casino, I find the employee parking lot and pull into a space. Checking my watch, I have twenty minutes until I’m needed inside. I pull out my phone and send a text to my uncle and then another to my boss, letting them both know I’ve got this and they won’t be disappointed. Then I send another to my mom and dad, letting them know I’ll check in tonight when I get off work.

Finishing my coffee, I leave my mug in the cab along with my phone, shut and lock the doors, and head inside.

It’s do or die time.

Either I’ll pull this off and get the information I need, or I’ll bust and possibly get myself killed.

Chapter 3

TRIGGER

I’m at the Clubhouse on the phone with my sister Elise when Pearl and Sadie saunter by, swinging their hips. They both look at me and give me a wink. Yeah, I could take both of them right now at the same time, but my dick didn’t even stir when they went by. What the fuck is wrong with me? Am I broken or something? I look down at the offending appendage and scowl.

“Carter, are you listening to me?” Elise snaps me back to reality. She is two years older than me and she’s the one I’m closest to. I wasn’t listening, but I’m not telling her that. If I did, then all five of my sisters would be hounding me until the day I die. No thanks, I’ll pass.

“Yes, sis. I’m listening.”

“So, will you do it?” Elise presses.

“Sure.” I agree, even though I have no idea what I’m signing up for.

“Great! My plane lands in LAX at six tonight. I’ll see you soon, little brother.” Elise hangs up before I can respond.

“What the fuck did I get myself into?” I mutter.

Torch chuckles. “Sounds like we finally get to meet one of your million sisters.”

“I don’t have a million. I have five sisters.” I correct myself, holding up my fingers on my left hand.

Seth almost trips over his feet when he hears I have five sisters. “Five sisters? Are they hot?”

Derange slaps Seth on the back of the head. It doesn’t disturb his little girl, Naomi, sleeping on his chest. “Doesn’t matter if they are or not, son. They’re a patched member's sibling, so they’re off limits.”

“Dad, come on. That isn’t fair.” Seth whines.

I remember when he first started calling Derange “Dad.” We all thought it was funny as hell, but now? Seeing Derange’s chest puff up with pride every time Seth says it is something we all respect. That kid didn’t have the best start, and Jezebelle, Derange’s Ol’ lady and Seth’s mom, did everything she could to shield him from her past. But when it came knocking, there was no more hiding. They faced it together, and none of them would change a thing.

“What isn’t fair is you drooling over a woman you haven’t met yet.” Derange fires back. Naomi wakes up and rubs her eyes, blinking a few times before she starts crying. “Here, smartass, you want to act like an asshole to Trigger and disrespect his sister, you’re on toddler duty for a few hours. Maybe having to chase this little terrorizing princess around will teach you to keep your dick in check.”

Seth’s eyes widen when Naomi clings to him and wails louder. And that’s my cue to get the fuck out of here. I don’t do babies, toddlers, or crying. Definitely don’t do any of those together, either.

“I’m out. I have to head to the casino and check on some new employees.” I state.

“We’ll come with you,” Tiny announces, securing Peanut in her custom riding carrier.

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