Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Trigger turned his head, catching Chase’s mouth in a hot, filthy kiss, and I was a fucking goner. I cried out, my back arching as I came. Trigger moaned low into Chase’s mouth as he spilled inside of me, and Chase’s hand came up to grip the back of his neck, holding him there as Trigger came down from his high. They weren’t kissing any longer; Chase just allowed him to pant into his mouth. The exchange between them was so damn intimate, it made my heart hurt.
They were so beautiful together.
I slumped forward, and both men caught me, snuggling me between them as Trigger’s cum leaked onto my thighs. I needed to go clean myself up, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I was warm and sated and both of my men were back home, finally safe and alive.
So alive.
Their heartbeats were steady as they snuggled me between them, and my eyelids drifted shut, sleep quickly taking over me.
“I love you,” I managed to slur.
I had no idea if either of them responded. Sleep took me, and for the first time in days, I slept peacefully without nightmares and every worst possible scenario plaguing me.
15
Chase
Everything fucking hurt. If I thought coming home from the hospital last night had been rough, it was nothing compared to this morning. The good shit the hospital had me on had officially worn off, and all I had were pain pills that I’d been prescribed, which weren’t near strong enough, in my opinion. Every step down the stairs was agony, and I had to drag my feet to the chapel to make it there. Trigger had been right by my side, ready to help me if I asked, but we both knew I wouldn’t.
I was a stubborn asshole like that.
“Sit,” Trigger growled, pulling my chair out for me.
I was hurting too much to protest or say anything about him bossing me around. Instead, I just grabbed the arms of the chair and slowly lowered myself, gritting my teeth against the pain. Once I was seated in the plush leather, I sagged, sweat beading on my brow.
Christ. Healing couldn’t happen fast enough.
Sophia slipped into the chapel and set a cup of coffee in front of me. Cupping my cheek, she leaned in and softly kissed me, letting her lips linger a moment before she slipped out as silently as she’d walked in. Usually, she just delivered my coffee and disappeared again, but I knew she was still torn up inside and needed to reassure herself every chance she got that I was here with her. That I was alive. That I was breathing.
Trigger eased my chair closer to the table, and then, instead of sitting down, he stayed standing behind my chair, his hands lingering on my shoulders. Everyone was watching us, but no one said a word—not that I expected them to. I was sure there were some questions about mine and Trigger’s closeness, but they’d never voice them.
We were family, and sexuality didn’t make or break this family. I knew my brothers would roll with the flow, whatever that happened to be.
“It’s good to have you back home, brother,” Elias said, breaking the silence. “And whoever did this to you will fucking pay.”
A round of agreements sounded around the table. Scorpion cleared his throat, bringing the room back to attention. He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on the table and lacing his fingers together in front of him. “Chase was kidnapped and tortured because the Russians couldn’t get their hands on Aaliyah,” he began. “I imagine they grew impatient and took whatever was easiest to them. Chase was alone, which made him vulnerable.”
“No one rides alone,” I said, looking at everyone sitting at the table. I didn’t give a fuck how Scorpion felt about my order. If this could happen to me, it could happen to any of them. And I wouldn’t stand for it. “I fucking mean it. You ride with a partner. I don’t give a fuck if you’re on the bike or in a cage.”
Grunts of understanding rang around the table. Trigger gently squeezed my sore shoulders, and when I turned my head to look at him, he was already looking down at me, pride gleaming in his eyes. My chest loosened. I hadn’t even realized it’d been tight with anxiety.
“They’re getting impatient for our territory,” Scorpion continued. He looked at Trigger. “Johnston wants you to organize a plan of retaliation. He said the mother charter members are at your disposal.”
Halo wrinkled his nose. “What a fucking choice of words.”
I snorted, then winced. Christ, my throat still hurt. Reaching forward, I grabbed my coffee and took a sip, letting the warm liquid soothe my throat some.
“And he wants you at the head of this,” Scorpion continued, ignoring Halo.
Immediately, my hackles rose. I leaned forward, jabbing my finger into the table as I glared at Scorpion. “No. Fuck no,” I snarled. One of the guys coughed in surprise. It was rare I went against Scorpion and Johnston on anything. But I wasn’t letting this happen without giving a fight. “Are you fucking blind or something? Look at me. This,” I waved my hand over my body, “is not happening to him.”