Page 5 of Trigger's Temptation

I raise an eyebrow, questioning him. “What?”

“Syvannah is busy, and I don’t trust anyone else with Peanut. Besides, who is going to fuck with me when I’ve got a kitten riding shotgun?” Once he has Peanut secure in her carrier that is specially designed for riding on Tiny’s bike, Red and Aftermath approach us.

“We’ll roll too,” Red says. “I have to check the security, and Aftermath has some business for the Club.” Red grabs his helmet from the hook on the wall.

One of the Ol’ Ladies, I think it was Danyella and Monica, decided to organize everything in the Clubhouse, so now we have spots for our helmets, riding leathers, gloves, sunglasses, and anything you’d leave lying around and end up losing.

“Let’s roll.” I grab my riding gear and head to the garage. Slipping my brain bucket on, I slide onto my seat and fire up my baby. I fixed most of the damage from when that chick hit me. Just need to repaint, which I’m going to do the next time it rains. It’s mid-September in LA, and even though it stays warm, the nights will get chilly, and the best time to do repairs or upgrades is during the colder months. We still ride year-round, no matter what the weather is.

The unusually warm sun beats down on me as the four of us head down the four-oh-five toward the Royal Hotel and Casino. Traffic is moving slowly, but not for us. I signal for single-file formation, and we start lane-splitting, weaving through pissed-off drivers who lay on their horns. Too bad for them.

We arrive at the Royal Hotel and Casino, and I pull into my designated parking spot in front of the main doors. I want all customers to know whose casino they’re walking into and to understand the consequences of fucking with us.

Red, Aftermath, Tiny with Peanut still in her carrying case, and I dismount our bikes and walk into the casino like we own the place, which we do.

Cool air blasts me in the face, replacing the heat of the ride as my boots step onto the marble flooring that is all through the entryways into the casino. Crown molding in intricate designs displays the wealth this casino brings us. One security guard manning the entrance nods his head to me as we pass by.

People playing on slot machines stop what they’re doing and stare as we pass by them. Deadly men in leather cuts and a don’t fuck with me attitude radiating off them tend to turn heads no matter where we are.

I walk on the soft carpet spread throughout the gambling part of the casino, taking in the stale cigarette smoke, perfume, cologne and sweat that means we’re making money and a lot of it. In the center of the casino, guarded by rows and rows of slots, you find the games. There are crap tables, poker, blackjack, and roulette. Heading into the back rooms, I don’t pay any attention to the dealers, waiters, or training staff. If I did, what happens next wouldn’t take me by surprise.

A security guard opens the doors for us, and we enter in single file. Our riding boots echo down the quiet corridor. I stop at the last door down the pristine hallway and bend down to look through the retinal scan Red installed a few months ago. The light turns green, and the door clicks open, allowing us to enter. Aftermath quietly closes the door behind us. We’re swallowed in darkness at first until I start to move, and then the fluorescent lights come on above us, detecting our movements.

Red’s face burns a deep shade of red, and he’s grinning from ear to ear when he spots the security room to the right fully staffed. He rubs his hands together in glee and heads in that direction. I shake my head at him. He’s like a kid in a candy store when it comes to tech stuff.

Aftermath veers left, down a set of stairs, and into another room that’s designed for people who thought they could cheat usout of money. Once they end up down there, they either don’t come back up, or they aren’t the same if they do.

Tiny, Peanut, and I walk straight ahead until we reach my office. I unlock the door and turn on the light. Tiny closes the door behind us, sets Peanut’s carrier on the leather couch, and opens it up. Her tiny black and white head pops out as she looks around, taking in her surroundings.

My office is a hell of a lot nicer than my room at the clubhouse. The plush carpet is soft against my boots, my dark cherry desk sits toward the back with two leather chairs placed in front of it.

Bookshelves line each side wall full of different literature. You wouldn’t know looking at me that I’m a romance nerd, but there is no shame in my game in what I like to read. The leather couch is nestled against the side wall where the one bookshelf ends. Pictures of me and my bike, me and my sisters, me and my parents, and the Club are hanging up proudly on display.

My office has twice as much as my room at the Clubhouse. I also spend a lot of time here for various reasons, including getting what I need from women.

“If she pisses anywhere in my office, Tiny, I’ll make you clean it up with your tongue.” I threaten.

Tiny chuckles. “She only does that when she’s marking her territory. And it’s only at the club bunnies’ expense or if you piss her off.”

Peanut lays her ears back and growls at me. I reach into my desk and pull out the treats I keep for her. At the shake of the bag, her attitude changes fast. She hops onto my desk, meowing. Cocking her head to the side, her tail flicking impatiently. She’s been my best friend’s saving grace, and I’ll treat her as such. I shake a few out into the palm of my hand and set them on the edge of the desk. Peanut purrs as she gobbles them down, hertail swishing back and forth. I give her a few more before closing the bag and putting it away.

Tiny smirks. “What do you have going on today?” He picks Peanut up from the corner of my desk once she is done eating. She climbs up his chest to his shoulder and nestles down contently.

“I’ve got some new employees I need to look over and make sure they’re on the up and up before I release them into the chaos of the casino.” I pick up the first of around twenty folders and hand it to Tiny. “Want to help?”

He takes the folder from my grasp. “Sure, why not? I don’t have anything else to do.”

We’ve spent hours flipping through employment folders, but nothing stands out as a threat to the casino or the Club. Tiny and Peanut are still going through their stack, and every so often, Tiny lets out a wolf whistle. I’ve learned to tune him out so well that half the time, I don’t even register him speaking.

Instead, my mind drifts to her.

I can’t get the blonde bombshell out of my head. No woman has ever had me tied up in knots the way she does, and I don’t even know her name or where she lives. If I knew where she lived, would I stalk her until she allowed me inside and between her thighs? Would she taste sweet or spicy on my tongue? Would she submit to me or make me submit to her? Just thinking about her on her knees, choking on my length, has my pants growing tighter.

“Trigger.” Tiny’s voice snaps me out of it. I jerk in my seat, scowling.

“What?” I drag my eyes away from the last folder, realizing I don’t even remember reading it before I shut it.

“You do know Red could digitalize these for you so it wouldn’t be a pain in the ass.” He drops his stack on the edge of my desk.

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