Pulling Her Trigger (Ghost Riders MC #1)(10)

“When it rains it f*cking pours, doesn’t it?” Pres says, standing from behind his desk. He makes his way to the front and leans against it. Pulling out his phone, he hits a few buttons, and moments later Scribe, the club's secretary/treasurer, walks into the room shooting me a quick wink before sitting down next to Savage.

“Out with it.”

I give him almost every detail of what happened. I left out how many times Vincent made me cum, but they got a lot of it. This wasn’t a time to hold back. It’s always best your team knows everything, so no surprises can get you.

“He wants you,” Pres says when I finally finish my story.

I just nod in agreement. I don’t think Vincent wants me just because of a job he’s working, I think he actually wants me. I’ve been around men my whole life, stuck in small places with them for hours, so I’ve learned to read them pretty well.

“But you think he’s investigating you too?” Pres asks.

I nod again. He knew who I was when he entered that bar. After I realized who he was I replayed everything in my head “I’ve wanted to taste you from the moment I first saw you.” He said that like he’d been waiting longer than that night. Because he had been. Who knows how long he’s been watching me. I had thought I felt something, a creepy feeling, but I chalked it up to being on edge about the guns being stolen.

“Can’t say I blame the guy, I’ve been trying to get Cas to let me between her legs for years now, and I still do what she tells me to. I can’t imagine what she could get me to do if she actually gave me a taste.” Scribe says, shooting me a look I’ve seen him give women who drop their panties for him instantly.

Scribe is beyond hot. He’s what you'd see if GQ decided they wanted to do a cover with a tattooed-up biker on it. Most women just flock to him because of his looks, but I love him because he always makes me laugh. He can also hack into almost anything. I flip him the bird before getting back on topic.

“I’m worried about Texas,” I exhale slowly. “I don’t want it to blow back on the club. And trust me, I know how f*cking stupid it was of me to keep the gun I killed that f*cker with, but for some reason I couldn’t let it go.”

It was beyond stupid of me to hang on to it, and not only that, but it’s a stolen weapon. I took it from the Air Force with the sole purpose of killing with it. I needed a gun that couldn’t be tracked back to me, so I took one. I killed with it, then kept it. Why? I still don’t f*cking know. But now the Five Aces have it in the load of guns they took.

“Who knows, Cas. The gun could be gone forever,” Pres says.

“Yeah, right. I’m not that f*cking lucky.”

“We’ll get it back,” Savage says.

“We have to get it back before the cops do. If they get their hands on it I’m done for. They already think I stole a weapon to make the kill, when one went missing from the Air Force. It’s the same kind of gun that killed Charlie. If they get that gun, it’s an easy closed case for them,” I mutter, feeling the tension build in my shoulders.

“How do you feel about using him, Cas? If he’s really on this case and has a hard-on for you, you could play him.”

I know playing with Vincent will be like playing with fire. Not only that, but this will be an up-close-and-personal mission, and that’s not what I’m good at. It doesn’t help that I don’t seem to be myself around him.

“I could. If you think that’s what I should do. If it could stop blowback on the club.”

“I can teach you the art of seduction,” Scribe chimes in.

“‘Art of seduction’, huh? You mean you teach classes on jerking off in the back room to Savage’s old porn?”

“You wound me, Cas,” Scribe teases. Like anything could hurt that man’s ego.

“I’m going to shoot you in the ass in a minute,” I say, wishing I had put another rubber bullet in my gun.

“Is that how you do foreplay? Because that’s some serious sadist shit you have going on there, Cas.”

Rolling my eyes, I look back at Pres who is staring at Savage. I swear they can communicate telepathically. Pres breaks eye contact with Savage and he swings his gaze to mine. “I’m more worried about you, Casper. You have more to lose right now.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes.” And I mean it. I won’t let anything happen to this club. This is the only family I’ve ever really had. I failed to protect my other family, I refuse to do the same to this one. This time I have the means to actually do it.

“I know you will, but I don’t want you to think I’m asking you to do this because you’re a woman.” I hold my hand out to stop his comment. I know that. He’d ask anyone the same.

“Damn straight,” Scribe says. “I’d seduce anyone if it kept your ass out of prison, Cas. You know I like seeing it walk around here.” I can’t help but smile at his remark.

“What about the Five Aces? They came looking for me tonight.”

“I think you sticking with the fed will get them out of your ass for the time being, but everyone needs to watch their back. They aren't too happy you put a bullet in their VP, but I also think they know we aren’t f*cking around.”

“If I’m going to go down, I could take them with me, Pres. Scribe can get me their location, and I’ll have them all six feet under within a week,” I offer. If they come for us looking for blood, why don’t I just stop it before it begins? I’ve lost enough brothers over the years, and taking out the Five Aces wouldn’t be any different to me than killing on a mission.