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Okay wow. Hearing it out loud makes it sound significantly worse.

Trigger points at me furiously. “I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

“You’re the one who took it further by sending a dick pic,” I fire back defensively.

Wrong choice of words. Very wrong choice. Sadie makes a strangled, horrified sound. Shadow covers his face briefly.

Chief mutters, “This is a disaster.”

“Did you show them the photos I sent?” Sadie asks Trigger.

“I— technically—”

“Oh, my God!” She turns and storms toward the exit so fast her chair nearly tips over.

“Sadie—” Trigger starts, following after her.

She turns around, beautifully furious. “No!”

Every head in the clubhouse turns toward the yelling. Fantastic.

Sadie points furiously at all of us. “All of you are insane!” Then she disappears outside.

The silence is deafening. Trigger slowly turns toward me, and I immediately regret every life decision I’ve ever made.

“You,” he says calmly, which is way scarier than yelling.

I stand, holding my hands up. “In my defense—”

Trigger lunges across the table.

Chief catches him with one arm across his chest while Shadow grabs his shoulder from the other side. “Easy,” Chief snaps.

Trigger struggles like a feral housecat. “Get the fuck off me.”

“You’re proving her point,” Shadow says sharply.

Trigger looks genuinely furious now. The kind of anger that makes people back away instinctively. “I told you not to fucking say anything. We needed to find a way to break it to her gently, if we were going to at all.”

“I didn’t mean to!”

“Bullshit. You just couldn’t stand that she chose me. I couldn’t have one thing without you wanting it too.”

Okay. Fair. Maybe a little bullshit. I have to admit, I was a little jealous that he got to hook up with her last night, jealous of the way she responded to him, the way she looked at him.

Chief shoves Trigger backward hard enough to force space between us. “Enough.”

The whole clubhouse is watching now. Everybody here knows Kane’s history. We all know what happened last time he lost control over a woman. Judging by the looks passing between Chief and Shadow, they’re thinking the same thing I am. Trigger’s already in way too deep.

Chapter 12

Sadie

By the time I get home, I still don’t know whether I want to scream, cry, or throw my phone directly into traffic. Possibly all three.

Owen is happily sprawled across the living room floor, watching cartoons, completely oblivious to the nuclear bomb of emotion that detonated in my life tonight.

I pace barefoot through the kitchen, my phone pressed to my ear, while Dani cackles so loudly I have to hold it away from my face. “I’m sorry,” she gasps between laughs. “I know you’re upset, but this is objectively hilarious.”