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Viktor
About five years later…
I growl at the valet who tries to open the door for my wife. He jumps back, and I open the door to the car instead, giving her my hand to help her out. My eyes soften when they come to hers, like they always do. Something about her can shut down the darkness that used to run so deep in me. Even with the smallest touch, I can go from beast to kitten for her. It’s all in her touch and in her voice.
It’s our anniversary and I plan to celebrate with my angel. I thought when we first moved to Seattle and I put a wall between us and the world that it might bother her, that she might go stir-crazy. But as time has gone on, I think she likes it more than I do. I thought for our anniversary I’d make a change. I got a hotel in the city and made a reservation to a fancy restaurant. I’m not sure I’ve made the right choice, though, and I feel like everyone is looking at my angel. It’s annoying me.
She takes my hand and gives it a firm squeeze. She must realize how I’m feeling. No one has ever been able to read me in all my years as a hitman. Except her. I take the luggage from the bellhop, who wants to take it for us. No one will be wheeling my wife’s panties around but me. I don’t care if it’s in luggage.
When we get to the front desk, I give my name. The desk clerk looks at my angel a little too long. I’m not shocked that people want to look at her. She’s the most perfect thing that has ever entered this earth, but it doesn’t mean I will allow it to go on. I reach over the counter and grab him, bringing his head down on it. It makes a hard thunk. London gasps besides me, grabbing my arm.
“You don’t look at her,” I tell the man. He lets out a strangled, “sorry.”
“Viktor,” my angel admonishes, but it sounds more like an angry kitten and it makes my cock jerk.
“Your keys, sir,” the clerk stutters over his words. “I’m sorry.”
London rolls her eyes at me. I pick them up, guiding us over to the elevator. She hits the button and the doors open and we step on.
“Did you really have to scare the poor boy?” she asks me.
She’s lucky I didn’t do more than give him a knock on the head. I hate when people look at her. It’s like sandpaper to my skin. She’s mine. I need all her sunshine to block out my darkness. She is my air to breathe. Without her I am nothing but a hollow man.
“He’ll spread the word. We are here for a week. Now I won’t have to think of others looking at you.”
The elevator doors slide open. She goes to step off, but I stop her, pushing her back. I step into the hallway, looking both ways before I let her exit. When we get to our room I let her in, but like always she stays by the door. I don’t care how crazy it is, I check the room to feel at ease and she lets me. Old habits die hard.
I make my way back to her and pick her up, carrying her through the sitting area and into the bedroom. My mouth goes to her neck and I nibble on the place she likes best.
“Viktor,” she moans. “I need to tell you something.”
I pause and look down at her. She bites her lip and I can tell she’s worried about whatever it is she is going to say.
“You can tell me anything, my angel.” I try to comfort her. I don’t like the worry I see. I’m the one who worries, not her.
“I’m pregnant,” she finally blurts out. My eyes start to water and I try to swallow the lump in my throat. “Are you happy?”
I can see she’s unsure about my reaction, and I sit down on the bed with her in my lap. I hold her close, praying to every god I can think of and thanking them for blessing us with a child. For so long I’ve wanted this baby, but I didn’t push my angel. I knew that if it was what she wanted, then I would make it so.
“Angel, I’m more than happy.” I feel like my chest is going to burst.
I remember when she told me she was on the shot. I was a little sad that I couldn’t get her pregnant right away. I wanted her to have our baby, but I also wanted time for the two of us. It’s perfect timing, and it feels right.
“If it’s a girl, I want to name it after your sister, Nika.”
I lean back and look into her bright green eyes, seeing her own tears of joy. I press my lips to hers and whisper words of love as I hold her in my arms. There will be time for making love later, time for celebrating later. In this moment, I want nothing more than to hold my family in my arms and give thanks. She’s handed me more than I could have imagined and more than I ever deserved. I will spend the rest of my life honoring the gifts she has given me.
“Da,” I say simply, and our lives are forever changed.
THE END
Ghost Riders
The Complete Series
Welcome to the Ghost Riders Motorcycle Club...where you'll find happily ever afters, no cheating, and sugary-sweet alphas that love to get on their knees.
This gritty series is one of our favorites and includes some of the best Alexa Riley characters ever!
This bundle includes Pulling her Trigger, Beauty and the Biker, Letting Her Lead, Pulling His Trigger, and Riding Him.
If you've never read it, now's the time. Grab the complete series by the handles and saddle up. It's safe, dirty, and ready to ride...just like your mom. Sorry, we're immature.
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Pulling Her Trigger
Pulling Her Trigger
by
Alexa Riley
I thought I had all I needed: my gun, my chopper, and my brothers. Most women don't crave a life like mine, but after the things I've done and seen, I never thought I longed for more.
The Ghost Riders Motorcycle Club is my family and I'll bleed for them. I'll do anything to keep them safe, even if it's from me.
One look from him and everything I fought to hide was ripped wide open. Being an FBI agent gave him the power to flip my world upside down, and he did it in a way I never saw coming.
What happens when an FBI agent becomes more obsessed with you than with his case? Do you let down your guard? Or pull the trigger?
Warning: This book contains a heroine who doesn't submit, a hero who fights for what he's claimed, and insta-love so hard it will dent your kindle. *not responsible for dented kindles*
Pulling Her Trigger is a complete novella. No cliffhangers. No alpha-hole. No cheating. HEA. STANDALONE.
Chapter One
Cas
My finger curves around the trigger, ready to take my shot. I know it is only a matter of time before I do, so I am ready. Pres didn’t see the look on some of their faces before he arrived, but I had. The Five Aces are pissed and it showed. I saw the rage and hate through my scope before my brothers arrived.
Shifting my position, I test the wind, and make sure I’ve got a clear shot if shit goes down. There isn’t a target I can’t hit, and I don’t plan on starting now. I’m one o
f only nine women who have operated as a sniper for the Air Force, but they aren’t the only branch of military I was used for. I am small and get around unnoticed, and it doesn’t hurt that I am one of the best shots anyone knew of. I played with the Marines a lot, and it’s actually how I met the men I’m protecting today.
I know no one can see me up here on top of this building unless I want them to, but my brothers know I’m here, and that’s all that matters. I’ve always been at their backs whenever they need me, and I was doing it long before I was in the club. We picked this meeting spot because I told Pres it would be perfect. The west bottoms of Kansas City are always abandoned when the sun sets. Most of the warehouses down here have been sitting vacant for years. I stare at the once-vacant lot before me, that’s now filled with four of my brothers and five of the Five Aces. They might think they have us outnumbered, but I could take out three of them before they knew what happened.
I have no problem sitting here all night; it’s what I’ve trained to do. I can wait for hours. I’ve been in the sand with the sun beating down on me, in the mud and pouring rain, in the fucking Amazon never knowing what was crawling up my goddamn leg.
I killed when I was in the Air Force. Hell, I killed after I got out too, but I haven’t killed for the club. All Pres has to do is give me the word and it’s done. In a heartbeat. In the Air Force I never took my kills personally. You have to keep everything separate, and keep your emotions in check because that’s what you’re paid to do. I took my orders, took out the bad guys, but now things are different. I’ve got skin in this game, so when it’s time to get the job done, it’s not because of a paycheck. Just like when I killed in the field, one less piece of shit in the world, I feel no different about the Five Aces. Taking out a few of them wouldn’t make me lose any sleep, but fuck, dead bodies is what got us into the shit storm. The plan tonight is to only maim if possible, not start a full-on war between clubs.
