Chapter 19
19
Trigger
C hase was oddly silent as we entered the chapel. It was like he’d come to terms with the fact that he wasn’t going to be able to change my mind about this, but he was still moody about it. I didn’t know what else to do or say to settle his mind.
Pulling out Chase’s chair, I waited until he settled into it before I pushed it in a bit and then stood behind it, my hands resting on his shoulders just as they’d been the day before.
I needed to feel like I was protecting him, even if there was no threat to him in that room… yet. So long as I kept his chest a secret, he’d be okay. I didn’t think the club would turn their back on him, but I also knew Johnston was a cold-blooded mother fucker, and he would do what he had to protect everyone else, even if it meant he tossed aside a damn valuable patched member.
“We need to form a plan,” Scorpion said, looking at me. “You got any ideas yet, Trigger?” he asked me.
“They’re going to be underground right now. Recuperating and readjusting after I wiped out quite a few of their men when I rescued Chase. I need someone working on tracking them down.”
Scorpion grabbed his tablet, which had been sitting beside him, and spun it around to face me. “Geek and I have been working on tracking them, and we finally got a ping from the Pakhan’s personal phone at about three this morning. They’re close by. I’m assuming the Pakhan wouldn’t be trailing far from his men.”
No, he wouldn’t be. Leaning over Chase, I grabbed the tablet, sliding it closer so he could see what I was looking at as well. I zoomed in, grinding my teeth when I saw where they were.
“They’re holed up in town,” I said. Scorpion nodded, his eyes hard and flinty. I looked at Blayke. “This is going to make this difficult.”
Blayke’s smile was pure trouble. “I like difficult.” He strolled around to stand beside me. Chase grunted in annoyance, no doubt irritated he was being crowded, but he didn’t say a word. I had a feeling he would fucking explode later when it all became too much, and I was goddamn ready for it.
There was something about Chase losing his cool that made me fucking hot for him.
“We can set up a base at Sophia’s bookstore,” I said, using my finger to turn the map to see what was around. “We can get Geek down here, and he and Scorpion can access the cameras around the building to keep us informed of what’s happening. We infiltrate quietly. No guns. This can’t be loud. It’ll draw attention from law enforcement, which I don’t have time for.”
“No guns…” Halo said, frowning at me. “You expect us to go in there, where every single one of those mother fuckers is no doubt heavily armed, with what—knives?”
“At least someone is speaking sense,” Chase muttered. I ignored him, only giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze to hopefully simmer him down.
“It can be done,” Lawson told Halo. “It’s going to require a lot of stealth and doing this when most of them are asleep and unaware. This will be an all-hands-on-deck mission.”
“Not all,” I grunted. “We need people here—just in case shit goes sideways. If they get the jump on us, someone needs to be here to get everyone out and on the road toward the mother charter.”
“I can do it,” Chase snapped, that temper of his spiking hotly. My cock jerked in my jeans. “I might be injured, Trigger, but I’m not fucking incapable.”
“You can barely walk half the time,” I calmly reminded him. “You’ll need help.” I looked at Reese and Halo. “You two will stay here with them.”
They nodded once. Chase’s teeth audibly ground together. Scorpion shot him a worried look, but Chase pointedly ignored him. When he tried to shrug my hand off his shoulder, I dug my fingertips in until he hissed in pain and stopped moving.
“When do you want to do this?” Scorpion asked, leaning forward and bracing his elbows on the table as he arched a brow at me.
“We need to get things set up discreetly at Sophia’s store. And then, we need to be able to get close enough to find out how many are there, which we’ll have to do by heat signatures.” I looked at Blayke. “Three days?”
Blayke nodded in agreement, then looked at Scorpion. “We infiltrate in three days. I’ll touch base with Johnston and Geek.”
Scorpion nodded once, then slammed his gavel on the table. Chase abruptly shoved his chair back, slamming into both me and Blayke. Blayke grunted, glaring at Chase as Chase angrily stood from his chair. “Hey, fucker?—”
“What?” Chase growled, turning to him, practically vibrating with rage. “You wanna fuckin’ have it out, Blayke? Because I’m in the goddamn mood, dickface.”
I pressed a hand to Blayke’s chest, holding him back. Blayke’s blue eyes were sparking icy fire, daring Chase to swing first. “Let it go, Blayke,” I quietly told him as Chase spun on his heel and stormed out of the room. His entire body was tense as he went, no doubt in a shit ton of pain, but he was too worked up to let it hinder his forward progress.
I’d known he was going to explode, and he had. And now, I needed to deal with the aftermath.
Dropping my hand, I quickly followed Chase out of the room. He was already halfway up the stairs. Sophia was watching him go with worried eyes. I shot her a small smile before quickly following him up. I knew she’d give me time and space to calm him down. After all, I was the one he was pissed at.
When I entered our room, he spun around to face me, his eyes blazing with fury. And fuck, he’d never looked hotter. The beast inside me I kept locked up rose to the challenge he presented, and I had to bite back a grin. Finding amusement in all this would only piss Chase off further, and I needed him calm .
“You’re not going in with just knives as your weapons,” he snarled at me.
“We’ve got no choice if we want to keep the heat off the club,” I reminded him. “Johnston’s reach only extends so far. Officials can’t look past a mass shooting.”
“Stop being so fucking calm !” he roared at me. “You have no idea?—”
I wrapped a hand around his throat and yanked him to me. He stumbled into my chest, and then, I was crushing my mouth to his in a deep, hungry kiss. He fought against me for a moment, but when I only tightened my hold on his throat, cutting off his airflow, he relented, his mouth moving with mine in a hot slide that set my blood on fire.
He moaned, his hands dropping to the hem of my shirt. He fisted the material before sliding it up my torso. I parted our mouths long enough for him to yank the material over my head, and then, I was kissing him again, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as I worked open the fly of his jeans. When his jeans dropped to the floor, he kicked off his boots and stepped out of his pants. His shirt went next, and when my pants hit the floor, we grew even more frenzied. All our frustration and pain bled into the moment, making monsters out of us.
Spinning him around, I forced him to bend over the bed, then yanked his boxers down to the floor. I snatched the lube off the dresser, then forced two fingers inside of him. A choked gasp ripped from his lungs, and he rose onto his toes before he moaned, his fingers twisting into the comforter as he pushed back on my fingers, urging them deeper inside of him.
I’d never truly pictured Chase as a bottom, but there was no denying how fucking needy he got. More than likely, he was a switch, and that was perfectly fine with me. But right then, I just needed to take him the fuck apart and settle that piece of him that was floating lost and abandoned inside his head.
Curling my fingers, I found that spot inside him, and he trembled, gasping and groaning into the sheets. “F-fuck, Trigger,” he panted. I pressed my hand between his shoulder blades, pinning him in place when he tried to rise up on his elbows. When I slid three fingers into him, a low, keening sound ripped from his throat, and my cock leaked, precum dripping onto the floor.
Christ .
“I’m good,” Chase panted. “Fuck me already, Trigger.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” I rumbled. “You were just bleeding rectally four fucking days ago.”
He shook his head. “I know my body. Please , Trigger. I feel like I’m going fucking?—”
He moaned when I pressed into him, his back arching as he bore down, taking me deeper inside of him. I gripped his hips, watching my cock tunnel into him. He was so perfect . So unbelievably goddamn perfect .
“Fuck,” I rasped. “You take me so well , Chase.”
He groaned in response, his jaw falling slack as my balls pressed flush against his ass. Leaning over him, I reached beneath him, gripping his dripping cock in my fist to stroke in time with my thrusts. “This what you needed, baby?” I growled in his ear. “Needed to be stuffed full of my thick cock so you could stop thinking so goddamn hard?”
He made a pathetic sound, his eyes glassy. Gripping his hair, I angled his head back, kissing him the best I could. He panted into my mouth, rocking back on me and thrusting into my fist, matching me thrust for thrust.
“I love you,” I growled in his ear, already so fucking close. He was just so goddamn hot and tight. Lasting any good length of time was a fucking joke.
He moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. The door opened, and I turned my head, locking eyes with Sophia. She silently moved forward, her fingers sliding through Chase’s hair, and then he was grunting, his cock swelling in my fist as he came all over the comforter beneath us, a low, shattered moan spilling from his perfect mouth.