by Alexa Riley
I don’t say anything. Instead I give him a bored look.
“Get off my property right now,” he says, flustered but straightening his shoulders.
“Can’t,” I say, taking another step closer. “It doesn’t belong to you.”
His face drops a little at my words. “Is my daughter in there?”
“She doesn’t belong to you anymore.” I fire back, then lightning fast, I backhand him across the face.
He flies back, hitting the gravel, and I’m on him before he can cry out. I wrap my hand around his throat so he can’t make a noise.
“You’re going to be real fucking quiet because my angel is sleeping. If you wake her, things are going to go badly for you.” He’s choking and trying to pull my hand away from his throat.
“Blink twice if you understand me.”
He does, and I release him. He coughs but covers his mouth at the same time. I stand back up, looking down at him. It takes everything in me not to kick him, but I’d probably break something, and I want him to leave. I don’t want my angel seeing him. I handle any darkness that tries to come at her.
“Get up and get the fuck out of here.”
He stands, backing up a few paces and rubbing his throat. My handprint is already showing on it. He opens his mouth, but I cut him off. “Don’t think I don’t know about London’s mom.” His face pales at my words. “Don’t come back here or try to reach out to her again. She’s dead to you.” With that, I turn and go back in the house, locking the door behind me. I look out the window and watch him take one last look at the house before he gets in his car and leaves.
I grab my burner phone and make a call. I hear the line pick up.
“It’s Fixer.”
“Finally calling in that favor?”
“Yeah, I want you to make it look like an accident.” I rattle off her father’s address before hanging up. He took her mother from her and laid hands on her. He was already a dead man.
I make one last call to line up plans, then I break the phone in half and toss it into the trash. I head back upstairs, feeling like I’ve already been away from her too long. I slide into bed next to her and she wraps her naked body around me.
A feeling of being home settles in my chest.
“You smell good,” she says against my neck, then kisses me there and gives a little nibble. My cock hardens at the slightest attention from her.
“How are you feeling?”
“A little sore, but a good sore,” she sighs.
“I’m going to run you a bath. I’ll make us something to eat, and then we need to hit the road.”
“Mmkay,” she mumbles, but she doesn’t move. I slide out and she grabs for me, but I’m already pulling her into my arms. I pick her up and carry her into the bathroom, sitting her on the counter.
I run the water for her bath, making it nice and warm. “Give me a morning kiss,” she says, finally opening her eyes. I step between her legs and take her mouth. The kiss is soft and sleepy, and when she’s finished I pick her up and place her in the warm water.
“I’m going to start packing.” She nods. “Angel, eyes.” She opens them and smiles at me. “Don’t fall asleep.”
“I’m up, I promise,” she yawns. I didn’t think she could look any sweeter, but sleepy London is adorable.
I start grabbing her clothes and packing them into her bag. Then I make sure the rest of the house is locked up tight and toss out all the food in the kitchen so it doesn’t go bad. I walk back into the bedroom, and she’s sitting on the side of the bed in a simple sundress. Her hair is in a knot on the top of her head, and I walk over and pull it free, letting her blonde locks fall.
“Where are we going?” she asks, looking up at me.
“I’m getting us out of the States. Then we can go anywhere you want.”
“I’ve never seen the ocean.”
I cup her face. “I’m going to show you everything.” I drop to my knees in front of her. “We are headed to Texas to catch a plane, but before we leave Colorado I’m going to marry you—” She cuts me off, throwing herself at me. I let myself fall back so she’s on top of me as she kisses me everywhere.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she chants, placing frantic kisses on me.
“I didn’t think I phrased it as a question,” I tease, squeezing her ass.
“I want you to make love to me right now, but I really want to go get married, too,” she says, thinking through her indecision. “I’ve never seen you smile so big before.”
“London, you just agreed to be my wife. How could I not be the happiest man on earth?”
“This is crazy,” she giggles, rolling all over me.
It is, but it’s also right. My entire world revolves around her, and so this is our destiny. I would have her by any means necessary, but to know that her love for me is even a fraction of my love for her is paradise. It’s all of my deepest, darkest wishes come to life and then some. She strengthens me in a way I could never accomplish on my own, and I will be her warrior. I will not only marry her but I will guard her until my last breath. My gift to the world is protecting what is most precious, and my angel is that for me.
Epilogue
London
About a year later…
“Are you excited to be home, angel?”
I look over at Viktor. I feel like we’ve been driving forever. It might feel like that because he’s right. I am excited.
“You’re driving me crazy.”
“You look really happy for a crazy person.” He strokes his hand back and forth on my thigh.
I lean over and kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you for doing all of this,” I tell him.
“You haven’t even seen it yet. You might hate it.”
“You made it for us, so I know it will be perfect.” I truly believe that. Over the past year Viktor has made my life feel like a dream. We’ve been traveling all over the world, seeing things I never thought I’d see. Doing it all as husband and wife made it even more special.
Though while we were traveling, he kept checking up on the house we would be calling home soon I had no idea what he was really up to. He said he already had a house on a nice piece of land, and it all just needed to be set up and secured. I don’t even want to know what he means by that because it’s likely something over the top.
“We’re already here.” He nods to the stone wall that’s running along the wall. “We have over three hundred acres.” My eyes almost bug out at that. “I’ve owned the land for a while, and there was already a house on it, but I didn’t think I would be here long term. Then you came. Now I know why my guy told me to buy it. Just like everything about us, it’s like fate kept making sure we got what we needed.”
“Is this going to be like a fortress or something?” I eye him. I have a feeling I know what’s coming. He gives me one of his half-smiles. I don’t care if it is. If it puts him at ease, then I’m okay with it. I loved traveling. I got to see more than I ever thought possible, but I’m ready to be grounded, to have a place we can call home. “As long as I’m locked away with you, I’m happy.”
Finally, we pull up to a giant iron gate. Viktor reaches out and puts him thumbprint on a pad, and the gates slowly open. A man in a black vest with a gun strapped to his side steps out and nods to Viktor, who nods back at him.
We drive on, and a house comes into view as we reach the top of a steep hill. The sight takes my breath away.
“Viktor,” I breathe, utterly shocked by what I’m seeing.
“Do you like?” he asks.
“It’s wonderful.” I stare at it in awe. I can’t believe this is going to be our home.
“Before we go in, I want to show you something.” He jumps out of the car and comes over to my side to open the door. He gives me his hand to help me out. “Around the back.” He leads me around the house. When I look down the sharp decline, I see a lake that’s almost crystal clear. He points, and I follow his line of sight. My breath leaves my lungs as a
sob bursts out. There, on the lakeside, is my grandparents’ house. “I told you I would give you everything.”
I turn and throw myself in his arms. “I never doubted.”
Epilogue
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.
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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.
