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)
“I won’t,” I vowed.
17
Sophia
Ihated it when Chase got upset. He tended to close himself off and try to disappear. And while I knew he’d never push me away, I always tried to respect his boundaries. But knowing he was in pain and might need me made it difficult to stay away.
Which was why I was currently pushing open the door to our room. I knew Trigger was up here with him, but Chase could be stubborn, and there was a very high possibility that he was giving Trigger the silent treatment, especially since Trigger was apparently the reason Chase was so angry in the first place.
I picked up Trigger’s clothes from the floor as the shower turned off, setting them on the end of the bed. The curtain moved back, and Trigger’s bare back met my eyes. He stepped out and helped Chase step over the lip of the tub.
My heart tripped in my chest at the perfect image they made. Trigger was bigger than Chase, but it was clear to anyone who watched them that Trigger never tried to overpower Chase.
They were equals, and it was clear to any onlooker that they were invested in and cared deeply for each other.
I quickly moved forward, snatching two towels from beneath the bathroom counter.
“Here,” I said, handing one to Trigger. He took it from me with a grateful smile. I stepped forward and silently began to dry Chase off. He stood still, watching me with unreadable eyes. When he was finally dry and I’d hung the towel up to dry, he dragged me to him and leaned down, slanting his lips across mine. Sighing into the kiss, I reached up, twining my arms around his neck.
I could never get enough of kissing this man.
“Come on,” he murmured, pulling one of my arms down. Turning his head, he pressed a kiss to my palm, then grabbed my hand in his, leading me from the bathroom. Trigger handed him a pair of sweats, and Chase dropped my hand to tug them on, his lips screwing up in pain as he did so.
“You could ask for help,” Trigger told him, his voice gruff and disapproving.
“Fuck all the way off,” Chase growled.
Trigger sighed and pressed a hand to my lower back, leading me to the bed. Once I was settled in my spot in the middle, he slid in beside me, tugging me close to him. I looked up at him as Chase made his way to his desk and began to clean it agitatedly.
“Will you tell me what the fuck is going on now?” I finally demanded, getting frustrated. Chase was acting more irate than usual. They’d showered together, so why hadn’t they worked out whatever was going on?
Trigger sighed. “Johnston is putting me in charge of retaliation, and your man is being an asshole about it. Doesn’t want me to go.”
My heart froze in my chest, and ice slid through my veins. Now I understood why Chase was so angry. What if Trigger got hurt—or worse, killed?
The mere thought of both of my men enduring something so horrific made me dizzy and sick to my stomach.
“You could get killed,” Chase muttered.
Trigger sighed heavily, rolling his eyes. “I’ve done a lot more dangerous shit, Chase—like rescuing your ass alone. Cut me some slack and have some fucking faith in me, yeah?”
“He’s not wrong though,” I said, looking up at Trigger, my voice sounding small to my own ears. I hated it. I wanted to be strong like them, but how the fuck was I supposed to be strong when I could lose him? Had almost lost Chase to those assholes? “Something could happen to you. They have to know the club will come for them, right?”
“Which is why I’m pulling Blayke, Dom, and Law down here,” Trigger said, his voice placating—like he was trying to soothe me. It wasn’t working all that well. “We’ll form a plan and build a team. We’re not going in blind. We’re being smart about this.”
I rested my palm over his steadily beating heart. “What if something happens to you?” I tentatively asked. I swallowed past the sudden lump in my throat and stared at Trigger’s chest. At where my hand was resting over his steadily-beating heart. “It was hard enough thinking Chase might be dead. That…” Pain lanced through my chest, stealing my breath. I couldn’t finish my sentence. Because that pain was still all too alive and real inside my chest.
“If he dies, cupcake, I will bring him back from the dead just to kill him myself,” Chase swore, his voice a mere growl.
Trigger grunted. “Why don’t you lay your ass down and take a nap?” he asked Chase. “You’re tired and in pain. You pushed yourself way too damn hard this morning.”
“Again, fuck—”
“I’m going to fuck you and bring you to goddamn heel if you don’t just lay your fucking ass down,” Trigger growled, his voice hardening. All the warmth bled from his voice, making me shiver. He tightened his arms around me and arched a brow at Chase.