Page 33 of Trigger

He’s right. I know he is. I need to fucking nut up or shut up. I don’t fucking deserve her. She’s too fucking good for the likes of me. I’m so far in my pity party, that I don’t hear everyone yelling or tires peeling out of the lot. “Give me some fucking coffee.” I bark at the prospect. Westyn is right, I’m not good for anyone three sheets to the wind. My woman needs me and I’m being a shellfish fucking prick hiding from his wife because he doesn’t want to give her bad fucking news. She would have known anyways because she would have been the first person I would have called if Posey were there. Time to nut up or shut up.

“She’s awake!” Doc says, rushing into the main room a few hours later. I’ve managed to sober up, but I have one killer headache. I’ve been throwing back coffee like I was throwing back the shots, and it’s been working. However, it doesn’t help with the hangover.

“Who’s awake?” Griller asks.

“Megan! She’s awake. She’s asking for Trigger.” Doc replies. I zoned out after he came into the room. Maybe I’m not as sober as I thought I was. It takes me a minute to process what he said before it clicks in my brain. Megan’s finally awake after waiting three fucking days. I jump from my seat, hangover forgotten, and rush to the room that Doc has set up as a makeshift clinic. It’s nothing special, just a room with a few beds and some medical equipment.

When I make it to the room, I see Megan sitting up in bed. “Hey stranger. Long time no see.” She jokes.

“Where’s my daughter?” I ask harshly.

“What? No hello?” She snarks. “Where’s my son?”

“My son is in school where he belongs. No thanks to you. Do you know the damage you’ve done to him? He’s a grade behind. He’s got explosive rage when you’re around or your name is even mentioned. You fucked him up. You may be his mother, but you aren’t his mom. My wife has taken that roll.” I snarl.

“That bitch isn’t anything to my son. She never will be. I gave birth to him. I raised him.” I let out a snort. She may have raised him, but she did a shit job at doing it. “Anyways, as for ‘your daughter’, I have no idea where she is. Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you. Not with the way you’ve treated me. You sent me to my death!” She exclaims.

“Don’t talk about my wife like that. You will tell me what I want to know, or you can spend time in the basement with the women. You don’t want to see what Hannah can do. Hell, you don’t want to see what Aliana can do, and she’s not even the assassin.” I tell her.

“Aliana isn’t anything special. She never has been. I remember her from high school.” She starts, but I put a stop to it.

“You know, for someone who just got the shit beat out of them and was asleep for three days, you sure are talking quite a bit. It’s a good thing that I’ve got my boots on. Shit’s getting deep in here. Now, tell me what the fuck you know.” I’m barely keeping a hold on my temper. I need get to my wife and make things right. I need to make sure that our marriage isn’t over because I’m a stupid fuck-up. I can’t lose her, and I’ll be damned if my ex-girlfriend causes that to happen. “I’m serious Megan. If you ever want a chance to redeem yourself with our son, tell me what I need to know.” Am I begging? Maybe, but I need to know what she knows.

“So, there’s no chance of you leaving her to come back to me? There’s no chance at all for you and me to be a family?” She questions leaving Morgan out of the equation. I’ve thought about her coming back a few times over the years, but after meeting Alanis, I know that we were never meant to be. I now realize that she and I were toxic for each other. The fighting every few days, the fact that our relationship was mainly sex. We hung out a lot. We were inseparable. We were happy, at least I thought we were. Looking back now, I know that I never truly loved her. I was a teenager that didn’t know what love was. Now, I do. I love Alanis more than I’ve ever loved anyone. She’s my other half.

“No Megan. There’s not. I thought I was in love with you in high school, but after meeting Alanis I know what love truly is. I’m sorry, but I don’t feel anything for you. I care about you because you’re the mother of my child. That’s all you’ll ever be. Maybe things would have been different if you didn’t leave to be with Venom. If I didn’t find out how you treated my son and the fact that you were with Venom the whole time you were with me. You’ve fucked up one to many times Megan. Start making things right by telling me where my daughter is and what you know about the Barton’s. I know you’ve been working with them.” I plead.

“Okay.” She takes a deep breath before she begins to speak. “Everything I did with Venom, I did for us. I was going to take his club over and we were going to rule it together. I wanted us to be on the top. I had plans for us to take over this club, but I could see that wasn’t going to happen. Anyways, I was so mad when you sent me back with Venom. Things with him weren’t the best. We would fight all the time, and I was mainly to blame for that. I never wanted a child. Not at eighteen. I hated Morgan for the longest time because I had him. I still hate him. I hate my other three kids too. I only got pregnant with them because I knew if I ever left that I’d get a hell of a lot more out of Venom than I would if I didn’t have kids. I know that makes me a shit person, but I wanted to live my life without children.”

“You could have told me about Morgan. If you didn’t want him, you could have fucking told me, and I would have taken him! He didn’t deserve that treatment. He’s a great fucking kid even after what you did to him. You should have fucking told me about him. You’re right that your plan wouldn’t have worked. I was never going to be getting back together with you, and I would never turn on my club.” I snarled, interrupting her.

“I know I should have. I thought that maybe after I saw him, I’d want him because he was a part of you, but the moment he was born, he looked so much like you that I couldn’t stand looking at him and seeing you. I love you Eliot. More than I’ve ever loved Venom.” She says.

“We were toxic for each other Megan. We fucked and thought that was love. It wasn’t. Now, get to the point. I don’t have time to fuck around here. I need to go to my wife. Who is severely upset at the moment. Imagine being in her shoes. If you were the mothering type and someone took your child from you. How would you feel knowing your child is out there and there was nothing you could do but wait and see if she ever comes home, and if she does, whether they come home dead or alive.” I try to say to her. I’m not sure if she’ll get it though.

“I knew the Barton’s from a young age. My parents were friends of theirs. They knew I had ties to you and asked me to help them. I had some of Venom’s men that are loyal to me, help me shoot up her car. I wasn’t supposed to kill her, they wanted her alive, but I wanted her dead. She took you from me. When that didn’t work, they tried to get me to get inside information, but I didn’t have a way in. I was kicked out and supposed to be dead by now. I did the next best thing. I brought up grabbing the girl. Having her would make Alanis compliant enough to come on her own free will. We were all waiting there for her to show up the night I sent her the text. When she didn’t show they beat me to an inch of my life. They heard the bikes and thought that I betrayed them.” I’m shocked that her family knew Alanis’s. Small world.

“Where is my daughter?” I’m barely hanging onto my rage after hearing what she said. She was the one that cost me a child, which we had figured out, but it didn’t make it any easier. “You know what you cost me? Not only did I lose my daughter and grandchild. I lost my son! You caused my wife to miscarry one of our twins! Do you know how devastating that is? To lose one of my own is the worst fucking feeling. Do you know what it’s like to watch someone you love so much lose something so important?” I snap. I could rant more on this subject, but I know I need to stick to the point. I need to find Posey.

“She’s gone Eliot. Probably halfway to Arizona to be put up for auction. Even though she’s pregnant, she’ll make a lot of money. The bastard will too. Especially if it’s a girl.” She snarks. “Don’t worry, she’ll have a painful death. The men that they sell to are brutal.”

“That’s my fucking kid you bitch!” Before anyone could move, a gunshot rings out in the room. Megan falls limp with a bullet to the brain. We turn to see who was holding the gun. Gavin was the one that pulled the trigger. “She did this to them! She didn’t deserve to live. She took my woman and my child and set them up for something so brutal.” He’s not been himself since Posey was taken. Always in her room with the stuffed dog they got their baby. I didn’t even know he was listening. I didn’t even realize anyone, but Doc was in the room with me. “I know you don’t kill women, but she lost the right for one of the women to take care of her when she did what she did.” Can’t say I blame him there.

“Give me the gun Gav. It’s okay. Just give me the gun.” Snoopy tries to soothe his brother. He’s not going to be the same until he gets Posey and his child back. While Snoopy is tending to Gavin, I turn to Westyn.

“I need all the information on the auction happening in Arizona. I need everything. I’m leaving after I find my wife and make shit right.”With that, I walk out after pulling the tracking app up on my phone. She’s at a hotel nearby. Now I just need to make shit right and go take care of business. No more fucking around, and no more Mr. Nice Guy.

Epilogue

I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than for my husband and daughter to be home. It’s been a month since Eliot left with information on where Posey is. He hasn’t told me much, but he did tell me that she was going up for auction. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what that means. My parents planned to sell her, and then when the baby was born, they were going to sell him or her as well. When Eliot told me about what happened the morning after he came to my hotel room, I cried and cried until I couldn’t anymore. What if she’s halfway across the country by now? Is she okay? What have they been doing to her?

Gavin hasn’t been doing the best since Eliot wouldn’t let him go. He’s pissed off with the world right now and I’m sure he will be until they get back.Ifthey come back. He’s stronger than he thinks, and he’ll get through this. We’ll get through this together. He’s decided to put off school until Posey is back. He said he couldn’t concentrate even if he did go back. He’s talked to his professors, and they’ve all been briefed on what’s going on. With Gavin’s record, and him being a year ahead, they said that when he comes back, they’ll let him catch up as long as he watches the lectures online. He’ll be able to do the work as he goes. This way he won’t get further behind than he already was. Gavin’s smart, but I don’t think he’d be able to get caught up after beingmonthsbehind in his classes.

When Morgan found out that his mom was killed, and who done it, he wasn’t fazed. He just shrugged his shoulders and said, ‘The world is a better place without a monster like her’ and walked off. To say I was shocked by his reaction would be an understatement. Eliot and I sat him down before Eliot had to leave for the airport and talked to him about it. Megan was never a good mother to him. She treated the kids that she and Venom had better than she did Morgan. Eliot told me that she only had kids with Venom to get more money out of him. He was treated so poorly by her that he just didn’t care. I’m still here for him though. I’ll always be there for both my boys. Gavin and Morgan need a rock, and even though I’m hurting as well, I’m going to be that rock that they need.

I’m lying awake in bed waiting for my alarm to go off so I can get Morgan off to school. I haven’t been sleeping well since Eliot has been gone. My doctor was worried that if I didn’t start getting more than an hour or two of sleep at night, I could have some pregnancy complications. She says that lack of sleep during pregnancy could cause preeclampsia and other things that I can’t remember off the top of my head. I wish I could sleep, but without my husband here it’s hard. I toss and turn all night, I’m up peeing every five seconds, and when I’m alone it’s the only time I have to think about everything without having to be strong.

I’m so lost in my thoughts that I startle when my bedroom door opens. Gavin is standing there with the little stuffed animal that they got for the baby. “Can I lay with you?” He comes in here around this time every morning. He’s like a son to me, and I love comforting my children.

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