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Back at the compound, the officers of the Spartan Watchmen huddled close, the sound of their low voices merging with the distant rumble of motorcycles outside. Lucky's gaze swept over his brothers. “Hell Speed partnered with the rejects from Los Pedro. Their end goal is to move fentanyl from Mexico through the United States, targeting high end ski resorts, vacation hot spots and college towns. Last month, Hunter and his men cut the head off the snake during a raid. The leader was killed. It didn’t take long for another to step up. We’ve all worked a mission or two for Elite, they are our brothers, and we have their backs. When they kidnapped Hunter’s girl, they made a move against all of us. We were happy to move in and get her back safely, but our involvement has now put us in their crosshairs. Two months ago, Mad Dog and I made it clear to Hell Speed’s leader that Grand Ridge was not going to be a distribution location. Our town and our ski resorts were off limits. We had a gentleman’s agreement that did not extend to the new leader. With the truck stop and resorts being right here, he’s determined to move in.”
The grumbling dissent from the men was exactly what Lucky was expecting.
“Like hell,” Savage yelled.
“They knew they couldn’t break us from the outside, so they recruited from the inside. Using blackmail, threats, and manipulation, they turned Viper for intel. It is possible others have been turned too.” Adamant denials filled the room. “I trust the officers, but for now, we need to be cautious with the members. I won’t be paranoid of my own men, but until we know what is what, we can’t be too cautious. The Pedro’s Rejects are providing fentanyl and Hell Speed is moving it. We’re in the crosshairs partially because of our work with Hunter’s team and partially because of our location. We will not allow Grand Ridge to become one of their distribution locations. We need eyes and ears everywhere,” he declared, the timbre of his voice resonant with authority. “Talk to your contacts. I want to know every move Hell Speed MC makes.”
“Got it, Prez,” Savage responded, his fingers drumming against the leather of his cut. He was already mentally sifting through his network of informants.
“Irish, you and Slash check the street cams. Anything out of place, I want it flagged." Lucky's orders were crisp, each one slicing through the tension-charged air.
"Understood," Slash grunted, the tech-savvy enforcer nodding at Irish, who flashed a grim smile, ready for the digital hunt.
"Arrow, you're on Vipers' tail. If he so much as spits, I want to know where and how far it flies." Arrow gave a sharp nod, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of the chase.
"Anything else?" Savage asked, his hand resting on the hilt of the knife strapped to his thigh—a silent promise of protection.
“Keep this quiet. We don't need panic spreading through the ranks. And no one acts without my say-so. This is precision work, not a bar brawl.” Lucky's words were met with resolute nods, his brothers acknowledging the gravity of the situation.
With the tasks doled out, the men dispersed into the night, each one carrying a fragment of the burden that lay heavy on Lucky's shoulders. As the clubhouse door closed behind the last member, he turned, his thoughts shifting to Trinity—and went to find her.
CHAPTER 7
TRINITY
Meanwhile, Trinity sat hunched over her laptop within the sanctuary of Lucky’s suite, the quiet hum of the cooling fans mingling with the rapid clicking of keys. Her heart thundered in her chest, mirroring the intensity that drove her fingers to dance across the keyboard. She was a woman on a mission, fear and determination sparking within her like a live wire. She’d not gone beyond the front room of the suite, an office space, where she’d found a large beautiful wooden desk.
“Come on, there has to be something here,” she whispered to herself, her eyes darting across the screen. She scoured social media profiles, combed through online forums, and pieced together rumors that floated around the dark corners of the internet. Every bit of information was a potential lifeline, a chance to unravel the twisted knot Viper had left in his wake.
The heavy door opening, jolted her from her focus. For a moment, her heart skipped, fear gripping her tight. But then she saw Lucky, and she hurried over to him, relief washing over.
“Lucky,” she breathed, the sight of him stirring a cocktail of emotions within her—love tangled with anxiety, desire mixedwith the urgent need to protect what they were building together.
“Little Rabbit, thank you for listening and staying here. What were you doing to pass the time?” He looked over at the laptop. “Work?”
“I can't just sit back,” Trinity confessed. “I need to help. I was researching, investigating…”
He stepped closer, the heat from his body wrapping around her like a protective cloak. His hands cupped her face, tilting it up to meet his eyes. “I know, you want to help, darlin'. But you're playing with fire. And I can't lose you. Little girls are not part of the investigation. It’s my job to protect you and I can only do it if you are kept far away from any danger. You are playing with fire. Daddies don’t let their Little Girl s play with matches, now, do they?”
“We can play with fire together,” she challenged, her spirit refusing to cower. “I found something—an ex-member of Hell Speed who might be willing to talk. It's a risk, but it could lead us straight to the truth.”
Lucky's eyes narrowed. Finally, he nodded. “All right. We'll approach this bastard carefully, controlled, and calculated. I’ll get the information to the men. We are doing this my way, Little Rabbit. I can’t focus if I feel you are in any form of danger. I appreciate what you’ve found but no more. Your involvement ends here. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, brushing his lips against her forehead in a tender, yet possessive gesture. “I'll burn the world down before we let it take you under. The only one allowed to play with fire in this relationship is me.”
Trinity shivered, the raw promise in his words igniting a flame within her. “Then what can I do to help?”
“The men are out working right now. I have a meeting early in the morning with nearby chapter presidents. What you can do for me tonight, is let me be in control. I need it. When my world is tilting off its axle and I can’t control the outside, being in charge here helps center me.”
Trinity understood completely what he was saying. The opposite was true for her. When the world was spinning every which way, surrendering to him steadied her. The act of submission was powerful. “I’d like to do that for you.”
Lucky reached for her and led her through the doorway to the bedroom. Trinity gasped, not expecting it to look like a red room straight from a BDSM novel. The bed and ceiling had anchor points, the wall had hanging implements and tools. She decided to try not to think about any other women he might have had up here. They were both in their fifties, they’d both been married, and they were far from virgins.
“Come here, baby.” Lucky pointed to the space directly in front of him. “Arms up.” He wasted no time removing her clothes. Trinity was long past the self-conscious phase of her life. Take her or leave her, she was who she was with no apologies. She had wrinkles, drooping skin and stretch marks from birthing her daughters. She wasn’t rail thin, but she wasn’t obese either. She landed somewhere in the middle with a few extra pounds around her middle. Her tan skin was no longer tight, she sagged in places with age.
“I’m not a twenty something—” she found herself saying. Not as an excuse but an explanation for her flaws.
