Page 106 of Trigger's Forever

Brit can’t help the sob that racks through her chest as she clutches on to Emery’s little body. “Nothing, baby. Mommy’s okay.”

“What’s going on, Brit?” I ask as gently as possible.

I can feel Trigger at my back, holding a protective hand there. Brit looks down to Emery and turns a pained expression back to me.

“Emery, do you want to go sit and watch the big girls dance? You can see what you’re going to be doing one day! Does that sound fun?” I ask Emery. Her eyes light up and she nods her head, holding her little hands to her mouth and squealing.

I quickly walk Emery down the hall and interrupt Clara’s class. She welcomes Emery and has her sit at the front of the room by the mirrors to watch the group.

When I get back to my office, Brit is sitting in one of the chairs in front of my desk sobbing as Trigger rubs a supportive hand along her back. I sit in my chair across from them and wait for her to talk.

“I’m not weak,” she says, her lip quivering as she wipes tears away from her face.

“No one thinks you’re weak,” I whisper.

“I can see people’s faces when they see the bruises on my face.” She shakes her head.

“That doesn’t mean you’re weak. They may just be concerned.”

“What’s going on?” Trigger asks in a hushed tone.

“I have nowhere else to go,” she sniffles.

“Are you friends with Pebbles, Brit?” Trigger asks her with a stern expression.

Brit’s eyebrows crease in confusion. “I thought so.”

I nod my head when Trigger turns his gaze on me.

“Exactly. That means you are a friend of the club. Considering Pebbles is property of the club, that means we are here for you. You are an extension of Pebbles.”

“I don’t understand,” Brit mumbles.

Trigger takes a deep breath, leaning back in his chair with his hands steepled. “My club doesn’t put up with lowlife pussies putting their hands on women, especially women we consider family. So I ask you again, do you consider yourself a friend of my woman?”

Brit nods, wiping more tears away from her eyes.

“Then we will handle it,” Trigger says with a shrug.

“What do you mean you will handle it?” Brit shakes her head. “I have nowhere to go. I have nothing. No money, no job, nothing. I don’t even have family here.”

“We’ll take care of all of that. For now, both you and Emery are under the protection of the club, specifically under my protection. We will get you guys out of your situation, but you have to tell me right now before I potentially make a shit storm within my club.”

“W-what?”

“Do you want help? Do you want out? Or not? Because I won’t put my club, or my family, at risk if you’re just going to go right back to the asshole that’s doing this to your face.”

Brit shakes her head furiously. “I’m only there because I have nowhere to go. He took everything from me.”

“What happened this time?” Trigger asks her, pointing to the fresh mark beneath her eye.

Brit takes a shaky breath before speaking. “I was late bringing him his lunch. Emery forgot her water bottle at home so I had to go all the way to the school to bring it to her. When I got to the garage with his lunch, he had already eaten.”

“So he hit you because you were late with lunch?”

Brit nods, and nausea rolls in my stomach. The way Trigger is being so gentle, yet assertive with her is making me fall in love with him all over again.

“Give me your phone,” Trigger says. Brit hands it to him and he holds it in his hand. “Do you know all your important numbers by heart? Emery’s school? The pediatrician? Things like that?”

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