Chapter 12
TRIGGER
Tiny, Pretty Playboy, and I have been hunting this motherfucker who took Elise for hours with no luck. We’ve scoured all of Los Angeles, even going underground, pulling every contact we could think of.
Red is on it too, trying to figure out how Elise left, where the bastard broke in, anything that gives us a lead. We were heading to Venice Beach to meet up with F.O.C.U.S. from our New York Chapter, he's in town for a porn shoot with his Ol’ Lady, Nixx when Capone called and told us to get back to the clubhouse.
I had no idea what was waiting for me inside.
The second I round the corner that leads into the Common room, my gaze locks on the woman I can’t get out of my head. The hunger and lust rolling off her body has mine reacting instantly. I’m immediately hard behind the zipper of my jeans. Remembering the heat of her core pressed against me last night, the taste of her on my lips, the way she moaned my name.
Aerianna.
I scowl. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
The heat from her gaze shifts to anger and hurt at my words. I want to snatch them back and tell her I’m sorry.
What the hell is wrong with me?
My sister is missing, and the last thing I need to be doing is getting my rocks off with a chick I don’t know.
Aerianna stiffens. “That’s none of your business.” She clips back in agitation.
Fuck. I don’t have time for this. “Stay the fuck out of my way,” I demand in a low growl.
Aerianna tosses her head back before pinning me with a glare. “Fuck off, Trigger. We’re not at work, and you don’t tell me what to do.”
Instead of engaging in an argument with this infuriating woman, who won’t leave my damn head, I walk down the hallway toward Church. I can feel Aerianna’s eyes burn into my back, daring me to say something.
Oh no, Little Kitten. I won’t say anything. Instead, I’ll keep track of this in my head and take your punishment out on your ass.
I push open the door to low murmurs from the members seated around the table. All conversations stop when I enter and take my seat. That’s when I notice Zachary Donovan sitting at the end of the table, and things click into place.
Aerianna is here.
Donovan is here.
Donovan is a cop.
Donovan brought Aerianna here.
Fuck. Me.
I snap my gaze to Capone, and he gives me a slight nod in confirmation. This is the last thing I need.
Well, Little Kitten, if you want to play a game with me, let’s play. I guarantee you won’t win.
A slow, sinister smirk spreads across my face as I think about all the ways I could make her regret setting foot in my clubhouse.
“Trigger,” Capone slams his fist on the table, yanking me from my thoughts.
Shit. Church has already started, and I wasn’t paying attention. Instead, I was thinking about the sexy blonde in the next room.
“Sorry, Prez,” I say, shaking it off.
“What have you found out?” Capone asks, his jaw ticking in frustration.
I shake my head. “Not a fucking thing. We were on our way to Venice Beach when you called. If anyone can find anything out it’s F.O.C.U.S. He’s here with Nixx doing a porn shoot. And you know how trafficking and porn run side by side.” Not that F.O.C.U.S. or Nixx have anything to do with human trafficking, but they probably have connections who do.
Capone nods. “Pretty Playboy, go call F.O.C.U.S. and see what he can dig up. Since Red and Aftermath are leaving in an hour, Bones, you and Seth are going to take over searching security feeds. Tiny, I want you and Derange to ride out to the Royal Harlots and see if Allura knows anything.” Capone lights up a cigarette, exhaling the smoke out in agitation.
“What do you want me to do, Prez?” I ask. I hate sitting here with my dick in my hand.
Capone takes a slow drag before pointing his cigarette at me. “I’m glad you asked. You and Special Agent Benton will be working side by side. She has connections in places we don’t.”
“Now, wait a minute, Capone.” Zach snaps, standing so fast that his chair crashes behind him.
“No, you wait, Zach.” Capone fires back, pointing at him. “I let you into my Clubhouse. You earned my trust from these jobs we do. But I will NOT tolerate you sneaking agents under my nose, pretending it’s all friendly.” His nostrils flare as he dresses Donovan down. “Am I clear?”
Zach exhales sharply, jaw tight. “Crystal. Sorry, Capone. I didn’t know how you’d react.” He picks up his chair and sits back down, calmer.
“I’ve known for a while.” Capone shrugs like it’s no big deal.
My eyes bulge, and I choke. “What the fuck?”
Capone shakes his head. “Trigger, you forget I’m the motherfucking President around here. I know shit you don’t think I know.” He stubs out his cigarette.
Fuck.
Oh well. No sense in hiding it now. Even though Aerianna is a FED, she does shit to me no woman ever has before. And if my sister’s taught me anything, it was to respect what I’m feeling and not cower.
“Ok, Prez.” I nod my head. “I’ll work with her. But I swear if she steps out of line once…” I smirk, letting my threat trail off.
Oh, if she steps out of line, I’m going to have fun with her.
Capone exhales, looking between me and Zach. “Fucking, Trigger. I want the two of you to get your fucking heads together and come up with where Jonas Mercer and Lattimer are hiding.”
He slams his gavel on the table, “Church dismissed.”
All my brothers, including Zach, file out, but I hang back, waiting for the room to clear. Capone stays in his seat, watching me with knowing eyes until it’s just the two of us.
“What’s on your mind, Trigger?”
I hesitate. Do I tell him the truth? That my head is all fucked up over a FED?
Yeah. I have to. He needs to know so he can help me figure out my next move.
“What do I do, Prez? My sister is missing and my head is all fucked up over a woman, who happens to be an FBI agent? Isn’t that shit illegal or something?”
Capone leans forward in his seat. “Trigger, what is wrong with it? I know she is a FED. I’ve known since she ran your sorry ass over.”
That stops me short.
He continues before I can interrupt. “Yeah, she’s on the other side of the law, but we’re not exactly running a cartel here. We’re mostly legit. Do I think she’d try to take my Club down? That’s questionable.”
My mouth opens, ready to argue, but Capone cuts me off.
“But,” he says, holding up a finger, “and this is a strong but, I’ve seen the way she looks at you. And I see something in her eyes that tells me no, she won’t. That she’s here for her own reasons. Now, suck it up and figure out what they are so we can get your sister back.”
I rap my knuckles on the table. “Thanks, Prez. I owe you one.”
I stand up to leave, but Capone stops me. “All you need to do to owe me is get your shit together and claim that woman if that’s what you want. My Ol’ lady has been driving me nuts with you not finding the one .”
I laugh, “Tell Danyella to not worry. Trigger’s fingers are itching, and it’s not for blood this time.”
I leave Church and look for Aerianna. I spot her sitting on a bar stool next to Nadia and Jezebelle, chatting away. I hang back and watch her interact with my Club sisters.
What is it about her that has me so intrigued?
She’s a beautiful woman I don’t doubt that.
Capone’s words echo in my head, and I focus on her eyes. Every once in a while, pain flashes in them, like she is thinking about something or someone who hurt her. Aerianna keeps looking at the babies, then at the ladies, then around the room. She does this a few times. The sadness when she looks at the babies makes my chest ache. When she looks up, she masks the pain. That’s got to be it.
Instead of standing in the shadows like a creeper, I step forward. It takes her a few moments to spot me, but when she does, a smile graces her lips before it turns into a frown.
Ok, I deserve that one but damn, that fucking stings.
I approach Aerianna. “We need to talk.”
“Who says I want to talk to you?” Aerianna snaps back.
“Aerianna,” Donovan warns. He’s sitting at a table with Aftermath and Kensi. “I just found out Trigger’s sister is missing. You’ll be working with him to get her back.”
She opens her mouth to protest, but Donovan cuts her off.
“That’s an order.” Aerianna’s eyes grow wide with realization before they narrow at me.
“I’m not the one who outed you, and neither is Donovan.” I lean close so my lips brush Aerianna’s ear. “We aren’t the bad guys, so put away your claws, Little Kitten.”
Aerianna shivers, and the room grows quiet. I can feel everyone’s eyes on us as I take her hand and lead her to my room. I have no intention of fucking her, not yet. I just need privacy so we can focus on Elise.
Unlocking my door, I gesture for Aerianna to step inside before I do. She looks around in shock. “Jesus, this room is clean for a bachelor. Do you have one of your, what are they called, Club Bunnies to come and clean your room for you?”
I know exactly what she is doing, and she isn’t going to get away with it. “Now, Little Kitten, do you actually think I’d have a woman I only fuck clean my room?”
Aerianna’s cheeks turn bright red. I lean in close and breathe in her scent of Vanilla and steel. A heady mix that goes straight to my dick. “This is all me.”
Aerianna’s breath hitches in her throat, and she makes a small gasping noise. “What do you want?”
Still only standing a hair’s breadth away, I answer, “I want you.”
I step back and watch her chest heave up and down making my dick hard as stone. “But right now, I have to find my sister. She’s been missing since last night.”
I watch with rapt attention as Aerianna goes from a woman driven with lust to a no-bullshit cop in an instant. And cue my little head being very excited about this.
“What do you know?” she asks, all business.
I tell her everything, from the moment Elise disappeared to now.
She takes it all in, her mind working through the details at lightning speed, not missing a beat.
Jesus.
This woman is perfect for me.