Trigger (Broken Angels, MC Book Three)

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Twenty-Nine: Trigger

I knew there was something going on when Alanis lost all color to her face at dinner. I knew it wasn’t a Facebook notification. It was something that was bad enough to spook her. She was quiet the rest of dinner. I know she’s going through a lot right now. Hell, I am too. Posey is my daughter too. She’s carrying my grandchild too. Fuck. I’m going to be a grandpa at thirty. Never thought that would happen, but I’m getting off track here. Something spooked her. She showed Blaster and Motor to their rooms for the night and made sure that Gavin and Morgan were settled in for the night.

Gavin was in a state of hysteria when I walked into Posey’s room earlier. I had to do what I could to get him out of it. I had to play the asshole card. I needed him to get his mind focused on something other than his child and woman out there somewhere. I know the thoughts going through his head. I’ve been having the same thoughts. When I had to tell Morgan what happened, he lost it. Murdock was the one that helped calm him down. With all the weirdness going on with them, he was the first one to step up and sooth his friend.

When we got back to the house tonight, I could tell she was about to lose it. I could tell she was about to break. I was right. She turned her grief into anger. She got it out. I wouldn’t say she got it all out, but she got some of it out. When Morgan came to her, I could tell something snapped. She needed his presence instead of mine. She needed the love of her child. I hate that she has to go through this. She just lost a baby, now she’s having to deal with being unsure if her daughter will come back to us alive. I can promise her that I’ll bring them home safe until I’m blue in the face, but it’s not guaranteed. That’s all it is, a promise.

When we get into bed, I pull her closer to me and place my hand on her belly. The baby starts kicking up a storm. It’s one feeling that can ease all the tension in my body. Knowing that my baby is healthy and happy, makes something settle deep inside me. I thank God every day that he brought her into my life. I don’t know where I would be if she didn’t accept that job offer. I’d probably be the same asshole that I normally am. “You want to tell me what that message was or are we going to continue on that it was a notification?”

“I didn’t get a message Eli. It was a notification. I’d tell you if something were going on.” She’s lying. I know she is. When she lies, she picks at her nails. I’m not going to call her on it, but I do plan to find out what it is.

“If you say so. Get some sleep. You need it.” I pull her body closer into my arms. This is where she belongs. I can feel her body relax, but she’s fighting her fatigue. I relax my body and let my breath even out. She’ll think I’m asleep. If I’m right, then she’s going to sneak out to go somewhere and then, when I catch her, I’m going to turn her ass fucking red.

Twenty minutes later, she’s easing her way out of bed, being careful not to wake me. Even if I were asleep, being in the military has made me a light sleeper, unless there’s nothing going on. Then I can sleep like the dead. I let her think that she’s getting away with it. I wait until she’s out of the room and I ease my way out of bed. Opening the door as quietly as I can, I run into Blaster in the hallway. “Get the same feeling I did?” He asks. I nod and we make our way to the living room. When we get to there, she’s at the door putting her shoes on.

“Going somewhere?” She jumps at the sound of my voice. Whipping around, she stares at us with wide eyes. “I knew you weren’t being truthful.”

“I thought you were asleep. I’m just going to get some fresh air.”

“I highly doubt that’s where you’re going. Tell me where you’re going Alanis. We don’t keep shit from each other. Who are you going to meet? Why in the fuck are you putting, not only yourself, but our child in danger?” I take a few deep breaths. I need to control my anger.

“I’m just going outside to get fresh air.” She says again. I let out a snort.

“Show me your phone. I know it was more than a notification. Someone messaged you. You’re face went deathly pale, and when I asked you about it in the bedroom, you lied. You pick at your nails when you lie Alanis. I’m not fucking stupid, and I don’t take too kindly to my wife lying to me. When the fuck did we start lying to each other? Could you not trust me to get our daughter back safely?” I snarl. I’m getting pissed. She’s putting our baby at risk. She’s putting herself at risk.

“She’s my daughter. I have a chance to get her back and I’m going to do it. Alone.” She says back, just a snarky. Just her daughter? I thought we were in this together. Maybe it was all in my imagination. Who the hell know, but I’ll be damned if I let her try and walk out that door and put my child in danger when one already is. Posey’s mine.

“Just your daughter? Okay. You want to go and put yourself at risk? You want to put our unborn child in danger? You want to go someplace that Posey might not even be? Fucking go for it.” I turn and walk towards the kitchen. I need to get control of myself before I say something I’ll regret. I can’t fucking believe her right now. I pick up my phone and call Snoopy.

“Hello?” He answers after the first few rings. I can tell he’s tired, but he refuses to sleep until Posey is back.

“I need you to find out who the last person to text Alanis was. She tried to sneak out to go somewhere.”

“On it.” He hangs up and I turn towards the sink. I take a few deep breaths as I hear Alanis’s voice start to raise. She’s not going anywhere. Even if I have to tie her to the fucking bed. I swear this woman is going to be the death of me. Posey may not be mine by blood, but she’s mine in every sense of the way. I’ll tell her that until I’m blue in the face.

“I’m going and you can’t stop me.” Alanis snarls at Blaster.

“Where are you going? You don’t know if this is a trap or not! You honestly think you’re good at hiding shit? I’ve known you less than twenty-four hours and I can read you like a damn book. You’re not as good at hiding shit as you think.” Blaster says.

“It’s no one’s business where the heck I’m going. I’m getting my daughter back and no one is going to stop me.” She replies.

“Sit your fucking ass down before I bend you over my knee and turn that pretty ass red! You’re not fucking going anywhere. I’ll know what you’re hiding before you can make it out of that door. I’ll tie you to the fucking bed if I have to. What did you expect to do at the gate? If you even tried to leave one of us would have gotten a call about it. You wouldn’t have gotten away with shit.” I snarl, walking back into the living room. “Do you not see how this could go wrong? Do you want to lose another child? Do you want to risk losing Posey? Do you want to leave Morgan without a mother? What about me? Enlighten me!”

“I’ll never forgive you for this.” She huffs, sitting on the couch. She doesn’t mean it. I know she doesn’t.

“You say that now Alanis Holiday, but I know you better. Open your fucking eyes and see how wrong this is! It’s not just about you! You are pregnant and willing put the baby at risk. You’re willing to put Posey at risk, and you’re willing to put yourself at risk. I’ll be fucking damned if I let you do any of that. Open your fucking eyes and think for a goddamn second!” I’m about to continue my rant when Snoopy calls me back. “Yeah.”

“She got a text from a burner. Says to meet her at this address alone if she wants Posey back.” Snoopy says before giving me the address. “I’m working on seeing if I can find out who bought the phone or not. I’ll keep you updated.” He hangs up the phone and I pinch the bridge of my nose. That address is in one of the worst parts of town, and she was going to willingly walk into it.

“Do you know what part of town you were going to? You were going to the part of town that is run by fucking drugs and gangs Alanis! You should have told me! We can do a lot more than you can right now. We can keep you safe! What were you thinking.” She doesn’t say anything. She’s acting as if she has a right to be pissed at me. “Fucking talk to me! What the fuck were you thinking?” Still nothing. She wants to play it this way, fine. She’s not going to like me if this is the route she wants to take. “Think long and hard if you want to play this game with me. I’m trying to keep you safe. I’m trying to keep our kids safe. Do you not fucking care?” She doesn’t answer, just stares at the wall. I pull up Westyn’s number and press the call button.

“What?” He says in a sleepy voice. I woke him up, which I didn’t want to do since he has Royal, but this is important, and he would have been more pissed at me if I didn’t wake him up with this information.

“My wife decided to take matters in her own hands. I want my house watched. I want every exit covered. No prospects. She’s not to leave this house. I’ve got an address. She got a text, that she decided to keep from me, saying that if she wanted to get Posey back then she’d go there alone.” I say, glaring a hole into my wife’s head.

“I’ll get the men over. Meet at the clubhouse. I’ve got to call Ali and drop Royal off. We’ll put a plan together and go from there. Was she not fucking thinking? It’s probably a fucking trap.” He snarls in the phone before hanging up.

“I’m going to the clubhouse. I have men coming over to cover all the exits. You won’t get anywhere. You might as well take your pissed off attitude back to the fucking bedroom and get some rest.” I say before turning to Blaster. “You coming?”

“Yeah. I’m going to have Motor and a few of my men stay here to help out.” He says, making his way to the room Motor is staying in.

“I hate you.” She says.

“I’d rather you fucking hate me then find you dead somewhere. Get the fuck over it. I’m leaving to go to the clubhouse to plan how to get our daughter back. If this is how you want to leave things, then so fucking be it. Call me when you realize that you’re just pissed you got caught and called out for being irresponsible and putting yourself and the baby at risk. You can hate me all you want, but I will always love you.” With that, I turn and walk away. She doesn’t mean it, she’s just pissed right now. I’ll give her space to calm down, but we will be talking about this.

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