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With every fiber of her being screaming “Yes,” Trinity nodded. Lucky leaned in, the heat from his body teasing the exposed skin at Trinity's neck where her pulse thrummed like a caged bird. The air around them crackled, charged with the intoxicating mix of danger and desire that Lucky wore like a second skin. Trinity's breath hitched as Lucky traced a calloused finger along the curve of her jaw, tilting her face up to meet his intense gaze. She was a trembling flame drawn irresistibly to his smoldering embers, yearning for the burn.
“All the Bottoms know,” she whispered to him.
“I figured as much.” A knowing smirk played on Lucky's lips. His hand, firm and unyielding, clasped around her wrist, guiding it to rest over his heart—a silent pledge of his protectivenature. “And now all my men will know, too. You are mine. My heart belongs to you. Be careful with it. Make sure you're ready for what comes with it.”
Her gaze never left his, even as her heart danced a frenzied beat. “I'm ready and I understand.” Her words were laced with a boldness that felt both foreign and exhilarating.
“Then, it’s time to meet the family,” Lucky said, guiding her forward with a gentle hand at the small of her back. “I’ll introduce you to my inner circle, the officers.”
As they moved together, Trinity caught snippets of conversations, laughter rang out around her. She witnessed the tap of knuckles, the wayward wink, the slap on backs, she felt like a fly on the wall observing everything for the first time. Their unity was an unspoken oath, their respect for each other etched in every interaction. She had no questions as to their loyalty.
"Family" felt like an understatement as they approached a group of men who were larger than life. There was the club’s vice president, Irish, with his red hair and infectious grin as he clapped a brother on the shoulder. Next to him stood Rampage, whose intense gaze gave away his military past, a silent enforcer with a reputation that preceded him.
“Meet Irish and Slash,” Lucky introduced. “They're going to look out for you as much as I will. You can trust them with your life, as I do. Irish is my VP and Slash is our Sgt. at Arms. He doesn’t say much, but when he does, we listen. He's the shield that guards us all." Slash offered a nod of acknowledgment, his eyes locking onto Trinity's with an intensity that promised protection.
“Nice to see you two move forward in your relationship,” Irish said, reaching out with a firm handshake that spoke volumes of his strength and control. “We've heard a lot about you. Welcome.”
“Thanks,” Trinity replied, her voice steadier now, bolstered by their acceptance. Rampage simply nodded, but even the briefest of acknowledgments from him held weight. Mad Dog sauntered up with a knowing smirk. His handshake was equally firm, his eyes reflecting genuine warmth. “I keep an eye on things around here. You need anything, you just holler. I’m sure Kayla will be down to drop in for coffee soon, too.”
“Looking forward to it,” she said, trying to match his casual confidence.
“This is Arrow,” Lucky continued, gesturing toward a tall, leaner man. “Arrow is our only Air Force member. His past as an Air Commando qualifies him as an operator. He keeps our numbers straight, but don't let the spreadsheets fool you—he's got a heart big enough for the whole club."
Arrow offered a salute-like wave and his crooked smile had Trinity grinning back.
“Good to have you with us,” Arrow said, his tone even but friendly.
“Thank you, Arrow. I hope there isn’t a test later with all these names,” Trinity replied, her cheeks warming with each encounter.
"Can't forget Savage." Lucky chuckled, steering her toward a man whose grin played at the edges of mischief. "Road Captain. He charts our courses, keeps the rides smooth. Man's got a way of making every journey feel like an adventure."
With a wink and a playful salute, Savage exuded an easygoing charm. As they moved on, her gaze landed on Rampage, and her breath hitched. If Irish was the immovable object, then Rampage was the unstoppable force. The enforcer exuded a raw physicality that set every nerve ending in Trinity's body on edge. With his muscular build and tattoos tracing down his arms like battle scars, he was a walking embodiment of danger and desire.
She was not expecting him to come around and embrace her in a huge bear hug.
“Hands off my woman,” Lucky growled. “Before I remove them from your arms,” but the threat didn’t quite meet his eyes. Trinity smacked Lucky’s arm.
“I like hugs!”
“Welcome to the chaos.” Savage grinned, extending a hand.
“Looks like you can handle it,” Rampage added with a tilt of his head, assessing her in a single glance.
“Trying my best,” she said.
“Hey, we all started somewhere,” Savage remarked, the subtext clear: You belong here.
“All right, let's show my Little Rabbit what we're all about,” Lucky declared, pride lacing his words as he looked down at Trinity. They settled together on a large leather couch, with the officers surrounding them. Kylie came over and sat on the arm of the couch next to Trinity.
“I’m always happy to have another woman here,” she said.
“Kylie, right? I’ve seen you demo at The Citadel.”
“Yeah, that’s me. I’m the club Secretary.”
“Oh, there’s females in the club?” She turned and looked at Lucky. “I thought it was men only.”
“It’s special operators only,” Savage corrected quietly. “Kylie here was one of the few special forces females in the military.” There was a hint of pride in his voice.
