Pulling His Trigger Read Online Alexa Riley (Ghost Riders MC #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Erotic, MC Tags Authors: Series: Ghost Riders MC Series by Alexa Riley
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Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 12207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
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“Do you fuckin’ live here now or something?” I toss the chip bags he’s got lying next to him and an empty bottle of pop onto the table. Scribe can eat as much as I can, but he doesn’t run like I do. In fact, I don’t think he works out much at all, but his body doesn’t show that. He might be the club’s resident geek, handling anything we need when it comes to computers or getting into places we shouldn’t be, but he’s also the pretty one. The sweet butts tend to flock to him because of his looks and maybe because he often seems bored when they do, so they see him as a challenge. I used to scare them off by laying a few jokes on him and trying to embarrass him. Until I learned he got a kick out of it just as much as I did.

“Better than being at home,” he shoots back. I look over at him trying to read him. Scribe’s got more money than any of us. He was the one who taught us how to invest for when we got out of the service, so we’d have nice little nest eggs when we got home. He’d more than tripled our money. I can’t imagine what he’s done for himself, but his house shows he’s very well off. However, it’s a house he doesn’t seem to want to go home to.

I could see that. I’m used to being solo. Well, before Vincent, anyway. I’ve always been eyes in the sky, and sometimes that puts me out for days, all alone, sitting my ass in one spot. These guys, not so much. They were shoved up each other’s ass. Maybe Scribe’s not liking the change quite so much. He studies me back.

“You keep looking at me like Vincent's ass is gonna pop up from behind this couch.” Scribe actually pretends to try and look behind the couch pressed firmly against the wall. It makes me laugh. There he is. Out of everyone, I’ve probably been the closest to him. We have a nice teasing banter between us, and even when shit gets tense and I’m about to lose my shit, Scribe is always the first to get me to laugh.

Pres and Savage both walk in, and Pres walks over to his deck, leaning his ass against it. Savage takes his normal chair in the corner.

“Mixers called me today. Said we’re even,” Pres says, getting straight to the point like he always does. He’s always been our leader.

“I didn’t even do shit for them.”

“Not the point. You stuck your neck out for them, and something could've happened. That’s all that matters.”

I nod. The Mixers are a good club, but you never want to owe anyone favors. I’ve seen good clubs go to shit in a few years for that kind of thing.

“They did say they’d like to use you again. That they’d owe us.” Pres smiles at his own words. He loves collecting favors and having people in his back pocket.

I just shake my head.

“I figured,” he says, catching me off guard. “Scribe, pull a name for me. Violet Cassano.”

Scribe picks his laptop off the table and starts typing away.

“You know?” I ask Pres. I shouldn’t be shocked. “How?”

“The fact that Vincent can’t seem to keep his hand off your stomach gave it away about a month ago.”

I’m not sure how I didn’t catch that either. Then again, he always has his hands on me.

“Gave what away?” Savage asks, making Scribe look up from his laptop, too.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Holy shit. No fucking way,” Scribe and Savage say in unison.

“I don’t know what this mean or if—”

“I’m just going to stop you right there, Cas,” Pres says. “You do what you got to do, then you do the club. Just like Savage and I are at our women’s side when they need us. You’re still the sergeant-at-arms of the club. Period. Now if you want to step down, then…” He raises his hands.

“No, I don’t,” I say instantly, because I don’t. Maybe someday, but not today. Having a baby might change me a little, but this club is deep in me, and I’m not ready to let that go yet. Vincent and this baby might be my new family, but my brothers are my family, too.

“All right then,” Pres says, a smile on his face.

“Soak up every moment, Cas. They grow up fast, and you don't want to miss any of it,” Savage says, and I know what he means. He messed up a few years back and missed out on the first year of his son’s life. It still eats at him. I nod in understanding. This club isn't going anywhere. I'll handle my shit, then I'll handle the club.

“Now that we got that out of the way, onto Violet.” I look over at Scribe, who is studying his screen with a look I've never seen before, his fists clenched.


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