Trigger’s Temptation (Royal Bastards MC: Los Angeles Chapter #9)

Recap

TRIGGER

HEY READERS! IF YOU FORGOT, HERE IS A RECAP FROM JADED RED THAT LEADS TO TRIGGERS BOOK.

What the hell is happening to all my brothers? They’re hooking up with Ol’ Lady’s, popping kids out left and right, and I’m stuck in a Clubhouse with all these newbies. Everything is changing, and I’m not liking it one bit. Capone asked me if I wanted to build a house on the property, but I declined. I don’t need a house of my own when it’s only me, myself, and my itchy trigger finger.

I had to get away from all the lovey dovey shit. This is how I ended up riding alone on a deserted road and almost getting run over by a feisty blonde in a black pickup. She pulled out in front of me, and I tried to steer around her but failed. I ended up ass over tea kettle with her bitching me out for not being visible.

While lying on the pavement in pain and her reaming me a new asshole, I can’t help but be attracted to this woman. Her sexy curves are shadowed by the darkness of the night, but her smile and no bullshit attitude has me hardening in my jeans. I must have hit my head harder than I thought.

I carefully sit up and fish my phone out of my pocket. This woman is still cussing me out, and I’ve had enough. “If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to put my boot up your ass,” I growl while calling Capone, my President.

“Problem, Trigger?” Capone is trying not to laugh at my outburst.

“No. I’m only sitting on the side of the road with my bike and a woman who’s pissing me off.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to relieve the headache forming.

“What happened?”

I glare at my attacker, and she crosses her arms over her ample chest. “Some chick pulled out in front of me, and I ended up slamming into her pickup.”

“I didn’t pull out in front of you!” She yells, throwing her hands up in the air.

“No, you just didn’t see me, darling.” I counter.

“Jesus fuck. I’ll be right there with a prospect and the tow truck.” Capone hangs up laughing at my ass.

I set my phone down and lean my head against the side of her pickup. Blondie sits next to me. Her scent is intoxicating. “What the hell are you doing out here by yourself anyways?” I ask.

She glares at me before answering. “If it’s any of your business, which it’s not, by the way, I was heading to the trails for a run.”

I look at her like she’s lost her damn mind. “You do realize it’s like midnight, and all the creeps are out looking for defenseless women to prey on.”

She smirks, “And apparently, I ran one over with my vehicle.”

“Touche.” My eyelids are getting heavy, and I close them. A slap across my face awakens me. “What the fuck?”

“You can’t fall asleep. You might have a concussion.”

“Look, I get you’re trying to help and all, but I swear if you slap me again, I will shoot your ass. They don’t call me Trigger for nothing.” I growl.

Sassy, that’s what I’m calling her, rolls her eyes. “Ok, Trigger. I’ll let you fall asleep next time, and if you go into a coma, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Before I can come back with a rebuttal, a loud Harley pulls up behind us with our tow truck. The prospect, Knight, jumps out of the tow truck and starts loading up my bike. Capone dismounts his bike and strolls over to where I’m sitting. “You good, brother?”

“If she stops slapping me, I’ll be good. Can you help me up?” I extend my hand to my Prez, and he pulls me up.

“I was trying to keep you awake, asshole.” Sassy growls while standing. I can see her better in the headlights of the tow truck, and what she’s sporting is something I’d love to dip into under any other circumstance. Sassy is tall, maybe around five-eight or five-nine, and her blonde hair is pulled up into a high ponytail. She has no makeup on her face. She’s wearing a pair of running shorts that leave little to the imagination of her long, slender legs, and her ample chest is covered in a tight white tank top.

Capone quirks an eyebrow at our banter. He turns to Sassy and extends his hand. “Name’s Capone, and I’m the President of the Royal Bastards MC.”

“Aerianna. It’s nice to meet you, Capone.” She shakes his hand, making herself out to not be a crazy bitch. “I didn’t mean to hit Trigger. He came out of nowhere.” Her blue eyes do look regretful, but it’s probably an act, and I won’t fall for it.

“It’s all good, Aerianna. We’ll get him patched up in no time, and he’ll be back out here wreaking havoc on unsuspecting women.” Capone offers.

“He did say creeps come out at night. I guess us unsuspecting women are safe for a little while.” Aerianna shrugs her shoulders and stifles a smile. I jerk in my jeans. Not only is she sassy, but she’s got a smart mouth on her that I’d like to take care of.

“I like her, Trigger,” Capone says to me.

“Can we get the fuck out of here, Prez. I’ve got a killer headache, and my bike needs to be worked on.” I plead with Capone. I’m only half right. If I stay here with this feisty woman any longer, I’ll drag her sassy ass back to the Clubhouse and won’t let her leave.

“Ok, Trigger. Let’s get out of here.” Capone helps me over to the tow truck, and I climb inside.

I take one last look at the feisty blonde, and a feeling deep in my gut tells me this won’t be the last time our paths will cross. She must know it, too, because the look she gives me tells me she wants us to meet up again on a dark, isolated road.