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)
And fuck, I did, too. Seeing her glowing was just… there were no words for it, honestly.
“I’ll be there in a few hours,” I told him. “I’ll be riding in by myself.”
Chase grunted, his distaste clear. “Don’t like it, but be careful.”
“Always am,” I assured him.
He hung up, and I set my phone back down on the nightstand, my chest aching.
Wanting someone who clearly didn’t want me in the same way fucking sucked.
2
Sophia
I’d been riding on cloud nine ever since Trigger’s phone call. It’d been a couple of months since I’d last seen him, and while he called me every day, texted me throughout the day unless he was on a run, and did a couple of video calls with me every week so I could see him—and to watch me get off and so I could watch him, too—I missed him like fucking crazy.
The moment I heard the rumble of his bike turning into the lot, I raced out of the kitchen. Chase, who was sitting at the bar with a cup of coffee and working on sorting our finances, chuckled and set his pencil down, smiling at me. I grasped his face in my hands, smacked a big kiss on his lips, and then continued rushing for the door.
The moment I flung it open, I raced to where Trigger was just shutting off his bike. He quickly removed his helmet and stood, catching me in his arms just as I reached him. My legs wound around his waist, and our lips met in a hungry kiss that tore at every single one of my senses.
God, I’d missed this man.
“Hi,” I breathed once our lips had parted.
He squeezed my ass in his massive hands and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Hey, sunshine.” My belly swooped at the familiar nickname. He gently set me on my feet before grabbing his small duffel off the back of his bike. Grabbing my hand in his, he laced our fingers together, leading me toward the clubhouse. Chase was waiting outside for us, and he and Trigger did a weird hand-slap-bro-hug thing before Chase led him inside.
Scorpion was waiting for us, and he nodded once at Trigger. “Need you in my office once you’re settled in.” My chest tightened at the command. I knew Trigger never got to come here for pleasure, but it didn’t stop me from hoping every single time. But once again, he was here for work.
Work that was probably dangerous and could very well get him killed.
I knew it was the life of an outlaw. It was a life both he and Chase had chosen, but God, I fucking hated this aspect of it.
“Give me a few minutes, and I’ll meet you there,” Trigger told him before heading toward the stairs. Chase headed up first, and we followed behind them.
“How long are you here for?” I asked.
Trigger shrugged. “I don’t know, sunshine. Until the job is done, I guess.”
I frowned, wishing I could ask what the job was, but I knew better. Club business wasn’t my business, and he was clearly here for the club. I hated that I had to come second, but I’d agreed to that when I’d agreed to be Chase’s old lady. And I’d agreed to it again when I decided I wanted to be with Trigger, too.
After the way my mother had been treated by my dad, I’d always been wary of men who wore leather on their backs. But Chase and Trigger had both proven to be so different from the men I’d grown up around.
This was just part of the life. And while some parts of it pissed me off, I loved my life now. I loved being with Chase and Trigger, and I loved the big family I now had. I wouldn’t trade this life for the world. I wouldn’t trade my men for anything either. I was happy for the first time in a long time.
Chase pushed open the door to our apartment, walking inside. Trigger let me walk in ahead of him, and then, he trailed in behind me, setting his bag on the bed. Chase settled at his desk. Our finance book was sitting there, along with his cup of coffee. He must have brought them up when I’d gone outside to meet Trigger.
“Sophia made space in the two top drawers of our dresser for you,” Chase informed him. I’d been busy making sure Trigger had everything he might need while I was waiting for him to get here, which felt like forever. “There’s space for your shit in the bathroom, too. Make yourself at home.” With that, he turned back to face our books.
“Such a warm welcome, Chase,” Trigger teased. A smile tilted my lips. Chase was usually a pretty chill, outgoing man, but he’d been super busy lately between the club and my bookstore. I understood him being short with Trigger. Just as I knew Trigger didn’t take it to heart.