Page 63 of Trigger's Temptation
Capone moves from where he was leaning against the bar, his expression unreadable. “You don’t have to tell us everything right now,” he says carefully. “Just tell us this. Are we hunting this motherfucker tonight?”
Something flickers in her expression. I see it. Fear. Not for herself, but for us. For what’s coming.
I step forward, my jaw tight. “What did he do?”
Syvannah exhales a shuddering breath. “It’s not what he did.” Her voice is hoarse, raw like she’s been screaming. “It’s what he’s going to do.”
Thick, suffocating silence.
Tiny tenses. “What the hell does that mean?”
Syvannah doesn’t answer right away. She presses a shaking hand to her throat as if she’s trying to keep something inside. Aerianna watches her carefully, then moves closer, her voice low and steady. “Syvannah,” she says gently. “If you don’t tell us, we can’t stop it.”
Syvannah swallows hard. A tremor rolls through her body. Then, barely above a whisper, she speaks the words that shift the entire fucking world beneath our feet. “He’s coming.”
A cold chill wraps around my spine, a slow, creeping dread settling deep in my gut.
Tiny steps forward, his eyes burning with murder. “Then we kill him first.”
Syvannah sways slightly, exhaustion dragging at her, but she shakes her head. “You don’t understand.” Her voice is barely a whisper, but it cuts through the room like a blade.
Tiny’s fists clench. “Then make us understand.”
Syvannah lifts her head, and for the first time since she walked in, I see it, pure, unfiltered terror. She wets her cracked lips, dragging in a breath like it physically hurts. Then, finally, she speaks. “He’s not coming alone.”
Capone straightens, his entire body locking down. “How many?”
Syvannah’s breath shudders out of her, her entire body trembling. “All of them.”
The words are a punch to the ribs. All of them. The entire Black Market Railroad.
Every sick, twisted, psychotic bastard Lattimer could dig up from whatever hole they crawled out of. It’s not just a threat. It’s a goddamn war.
My fingers twitch at my sides, already itching for my gun. I glance at Aerianna, at the fire burning in her stormy gray eyes. At the way her fingers twitch just like mine.
She’s in this. She chose me. Chose us, and now, we fight.
I turn back to Tiny, my lips curling into something sharp. Something deadly. “Then we don’t wait.”
Capone cracks his knuckles, a sinister smile on his face. His eyes are black as coal. “We take the fight to them.”
