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“Harley?”
She looked up at him, shocked at the emotion that filled his gaze. “I can’t say I understand how you feel, but I’ve seen things you can’t imagine. I also know you are right. There are monsters out here. Ones that would tear apart the very fabric of your world. As insane as Ice is, he is on the low end of the monster scale.” He reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the reputation he bore. “I’m not asking you not to be afraid. I’m asking you to let me protect you, to keep you safe from the coming storm.”
She met his gaze, her eyes searching his as if seeking a truth she desperately needed. “And what if you can’t? What if the fallout is too much for even you?”
His jaw clenched, his fingers curling into fists. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll destroy anyone who tries to harm you. I’ll burn the world to ashes before I let them lay a finger on you.”
The sincerity in his voice, the fire that blazed in his eyes, sent shivers down her spine. In that moment, she saw past the reputation, past the darkness, and glimpsed the depth of his devotion. “Promise me you’ll be careful too. I don’t want to see you hurt.”
He cupped her face in his hands, his touch surprisingly tender. “I’ve survived worse than you can imagine, Harley. And I’ll keep doing it if it means you’re safe.”
“Trigger, I can’t promise you anything,” she said, her voice wavering.
He smiled a genuine and reassuring expression. “I don’t need promises, Harley. I just want a chance.”
With a nod, she offered him a small smile. “Okay, Trigger. Let’s see where this journey takes us.”
Chapter 11
Trigger timed his attack perfectly. He opened the door, reaching out and dragging his unsuspecting victim into the room. Harley barely had time to scream before he covered her mouth. Not wanting her completely afraid, he turned her in his arms and backed her toward the desk a few feet away.
Her eyes widened when she spotted him. She reached up to grab his hand, and he allowed her to pull it away.
“Damn it, Trigger. Why are you lurking? You scared the shit out of me.”
Instead of responding, he backed her up until she bumped into the desk, crowding her as he did.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, puzzlement filling her expression.
“You and those fucking shorts. Don’t ever wear them again unless it’s only for me.”
Before she could say anything, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her with every ounce of pent desire that had surged through him from the moment he’d entered the clubhouse and spotted her behind the bar.
He’d never seen her in the denim shorts that she had on. The way they hugged her curvy ass, he’d remember. The strange thing was, unlike most of the sweet butts that walked around showing as much as they could as a form of temptation, Harley’s shorts covered her fully, stopping at mid-thigh. But the way they hugged her ass was sinful.
Before Harley, he would have never considered himself to be an ass man. But now, there was no denying it. When his lungs started to burn, he pulled back, leaving them both gasping.
