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Chapter 2
Trigger rolled the cigar between his thumbs and fingers as he held it over the flame to ensure it was evenly lit before placing it between his lips and taking a good draw. It felt good to be home again. More importantly, the shit that they’d needed to clean up because of the Slayers was finally done. Not a moment too soon because that meant he could turn his attention to the woman who needed it most—whether she realized it or not.
Life hadn’t been the same for him from the moment she was discovered outside the gate of the compound. The only thing she’d been able to tell him that night was her name.
Harley.
Between that and the backpack that had been left with her, Link, the Ravens Secretary had been able to figure out the rest.
He still didn’t know how Harley had ended up mixed up with someone like Ice. The best he could figure was she hadn’t known. Before her dealings with the Vipers Prez, Harley hadn’t seemed to have any connection to an MC. Ice had found the perfect prey.
He wondered if she knew how lucky she was to have made it out alive. But according to Harley, she’d had help. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have.
So far, Link couldn’t figure out who it could have been. But at least now, they had a detailed file on every member of the Vipers. They couldn’t use any of it now because that would be declaring war. While he was more than willing to do so because of what they’d done to Harley, he couldn’t ask the club to back him if he did.
There was something more important he had to take care of first...
He had to get Harley to accept his claim.
She was his and had been from the second he’d seen her. But the timing had been bad. Her body and mind had been broken by a man who walked in the same world that he did. As kind and gentle as everyone had been to Harley, it had taken her months to accept that the Ravens would hurt her the way the Vipers had.
In a way, she still hadn’t.
Harley tried to avoid him at all costs. She wasn’t rude or mean about it. She just gave him a wide birth. At first, he’d been offended by her behavior, and then he’d realized why she’d singled him out. He was the biggest risk to her. The attraction wasn’t one-sided, and that scared her. Not that he could blame her after her experience with Ice.
But he was nothing like that asshole. He didn’t believe in abusing women, and if your ass ended up on the wrong side of his gun, you deserved it.
He’d had the chance to prove that to her six months ago when he’d taken care of her as she’d recovered from her concussion. But the second she’d been cleared, she’d put even more distance between them. Something he hadn’t liked yet hadn’t been able to do much about because they’d had club business to take care of.
With the Slayers out of the way, the Ravens and Undertakers had agreed to split their territory before anyone else could move in. That also meant that they needed to create some additional alliances. Some voluntary and others by force. But with the Undertakers and Ravens as a united front, the smaller MCs knew they didn’t stand a chance.
Regardless, as the club enforcer, he had to be there. It was his job to protect anyone wearing the patch. If someone had to come to see him, the time for talking was over.
But that also meant that for the past three weeks, he hadn’t had enough time to slow down to corner Harley. He planned to make good use of his time now that he was back. He’d been nice. Trying to give her time to come to grips with the inevitable but that hadn’t worked out in either of their favor.
It was time he pulled a move out of the playbook that his Prez and V.P. had used with their old lady. Make it clear to her that she was his, and things would be much easier for her if she just accepted that.
Blue had put up a hell of a fight before giving in, realizing that Stone and Rock would not let her go—nor did she want them to.
The three of them had almost gotten on his nerves with their over-the-top happiness. But he wasn’t going to say shit because soon enough, that would be him and Harley if he had anything to say about it.
“Stop smiling. You’re scaring everyone.”
Trigger chuckled as he pulled the cigar from his mouth and looked at Grimm. “Not everyone.”
Grimm stopped next to him and exhaled heavily before rolling his shoulders. The sound of bones cracking filled the air, and Trigger shook his head.
“You really should see Doc about that?”
“Getting old?” Grimm scoffed. “Doc will just laugh his ass off and send me away with a bottle of whiskey.”
“Nah. His ass is too cheap for that. You would only get a six-pack of generic beer at most.”
Grimm laughed as he leaned up a post. “I’ll make sure to tell him you said that.”
