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)
Scorpion sighed, understanding burning in his gaze, but I knew his hands were tied. “Not my orders, Chase.”
My hands curled into fists. “Then put that asshole on the fucking phone.”
“Chase…” Trigger said quietly, his voice hard. I rolled my jaw around before looking up at him, my eyes narrowed.
“I’m not backing down on this,” I growled at him. “Stand the fuck down.” He might not be in the Texas charter, but I still outranked him. And I wasn’t afraid to pull rank on him—partner or not.
He arched a brow at me, then spun my chair around and gripped the armrests, leaning into me until our breaths mingled together and his nose was just a hairsbreadth from mine. “Wanna pull rank?” he asked, his voice eerily calm. “Because I’ll call Johnston for you, and he can pull rank over all of us.” I sneered at him, my fingers curling into fists on my lap. “He’s tasking me with this because he knows I can handle this, Chase. It’d be nice if you could have the same faith in me.”
“I do,” I snapped at him. “But they don’t fucking play fair, Trigger. And I won’t have you—”
He sealed his mouth over mine, effectively shutting me up. The kiss didn’t last long, but it was still hard and brutal enough to have my chapped lips bleeding and my mind emptying of everything but how his mouth felt against mine. Which meant the fight drained out of me.
Asshole.
“I’m doing this,” he murmured against my lips. I opened my eyes to glare at him. “And not because Johnston wants me to. I’m doing this because they touched what’s fucking mine,” he snarled. Leaning up, he spun my chair back around, then nodded at Scorpion as his hands settled back over my shoulders. Scorpion was frowning at me, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
My dick was hard, and I was angry at Trigger for doing this, even if I knew, if I were in his shoes, I’d do the same goddamn thing. Had done the same thing for Sophia.
“I’m going to call in Dom, Lawson, and Blayke,” Trigger began, ignoring my simmering rage. Tango caught my eye, and he frowned, glancing between the two of us, more than likely trying to figure out what the hell was happening. But I knew he wouldn’t ask.
If anyone sitting at that table understood fucked-up love, it was Tango. He had fallen for the enemy’s son, after all. Gabriel was the son of the president of a rival club that had sided with the Russians. He’d helped break into Sophia’s store and break into numerous other businesses we were in charge of security for. Didn’t matter that the boy had been forced to. Had it not been for Tango, Gabriel would’ve been dead.
“I want to wait until they get here to set a plan in stone. Blayke is damn good at forming plans—even better than I am. I want his input on this,” Trigger continued.
Scorpion nodded. “If you need any of us sitting at this table, just say the word.” With that, he slammed his gavel on the table and stood to his feet. I shoved back from the table hard, slamming my chair back into Trigger. He grunted, frowning at me as I stood to my feet, throwing him a glare when he reached forward to help me.
He sighed like I was being ridiculous. And maybe I was. But I was pissed at him for agreeing to this bullshit. I wanted him here. With me and Sophia. Not out there risking his life just to get revenge.
I wanted him here with us where he was fucking safe. Where the Russians couldn’t goddamn touch him.
I jabbed a finger into his chest hard enough to make him wince. When he reached up to grab my wrist, I yanked my hand back, stepping back out of his reach.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” I snarled before I turned and forced one foot in front of the other. I needed space. I needed a fucking breather. I was goddamn raging. My skin was too tight on my body, and my chest fucking hurt on the inside. Like Trigger had physically shoved his hand into my abused chest cavity and was clenching my heart in his fist as tightly as he could.
“Is everything okay?” I heard Scorpion ask Trigger as I headed for the stairs. I eyed them warily but still forced myself to cross the distance to the staircase despite knowing climbing each step was going to fucking hurt.
“Chase is just throwing one of his tantrums,” Trigger told him. My teeth audibly ground together, and my jaw cracked. “He’s just pissed he’s not getting his way. You know how he is.”
Halo barked out a laugh that just grated on my nerves even more. Clenching the staircase banister, I yelled over my shoulder, “I can still fucking hear you, dickface!” I barked. “You’re sleeping in another goddamn room tonight.”