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All six car loads.
Sowhysend them here in the first place?
Was it a message?
Another one of his mind games?
What was his endgame here?
Why let me leave in the first place and then send countless men to their slaughter?
Why not kill us both when he had the chance?
I couldn't figure it out, and from the look of pure frustration etched on Trig's face, I guessed that he couldn't either.
When we reached the top step, Trig lunged for the opening above our heads. He was 6'4, and the hatch was still a good two feet above his head.
On a running jump, he reached for the opening and then used his upper body strength to haul himself up.
Disappearing through the hatch, his face reappeared moments later. "Jump, Corderito," he instructed softly, leaning his upper body into the hole in the floor. "Come to me."
At 5'4, I was at a severe disadvantage, but I did as he asked. Ignoring the blistering pain in my body, especially my throbbing back, I threw myself at him, jumping as high as I could with my arms extended.
His fingers curled around my wrists, capturing me mid-air, and hauling me upwards.
Pulling me through the narrow hole in the floor, he hooked one strong around my body, dragging me to him.
Breathing hard, I squeezed my body through the hole and landed in a heap on the floor beside him.
Trig didn’t waste any time closing the trapdoor. Springing to his feet, he quickly pushed the rug back in place and rearranged my father's desk until it looked as if we had never been there.
"This is a trap," I whispered, casting a sideways glance his way from my perch on the floor. "Fabio? He's planning something, Trig. He didn’t send those men over here to die for no good reason. It's a trick, or a plan, or a sick clue you're supposed to unravel." I exhaled a weary sigh and pressed my fingertips to my forehead. "You know he likes to play and toy with his prey before he delivers the killer blow." I shivered. "That was foreplay, Trig, and he just came on your tits. "
"Yes,corderito," he replied, helping me to my feet. "I am aware."
"And?" Our chests brushed and I forced myself not to recoil as I steadied myself on my feet.
As usual, his shoulder holster was strapped to his back, with his pistols tucked safely inside. I didn’t care today, though. I wasn't even tempted to snatch a gun.
I eyed him warily, taking in the sight of the way his broad, muscular chest and thick corded arms stretched the fabric of his now-wrinkled black shirt.
He looked deadlier and more dangerous than usual and I found myself taking a safe step back.
Trig noticed my retreat and his nostrils flared, eyes softening. "Stop. You know that I would never hurt –"
"Do you have any idea what his plan is?" I hurried to ask, unwilling to go there with him. I needed to focus on something other than us or I would break. "Do we have a counter plan?"
The moment the words came out of my mouth, Trigger shut down.
Whatever tenderness had been in his eyes quickly morphed into wary distain.
"Follow me," was all he replied before abruptly leaving the room.
Feeling overwhelmed and refusing to acknowledge my surroundings, I quickly hurried fromhisroom, feeling a shiver roll down my spine as a tiny voice in the back of my mind screamedstay.
Remember, Ashton.
Fuck no!
