Trigger's Ride: Broken Mavericks MC, #3

By Vivian Gray

Trigger's Ride is book 3 and the finale of the Broken Mavericks MC trilogy!

The bad boy biker has his finger on my trigger.

Trigger saved me from a drug dealer's abuse.
He thinks I can save his soul.
But giving myself to the biker doesn't go as expected…
When I end up with a baby in my belly.

KENNA

My mom is in trouble again.
A vicious drug addiction has sunk its claws into her.
And it won't let her go without a fight.

So back into chaos she falls.
But this time is worse than ever.
And when I go to try and rescue her…

I end up face-to-face with the devil.

Trigger is like something out of a dream.
Tall and tattooed.
Skin glistening with muscle and ink.
Eyes that see me, pin me, pierce me.

And hands that – once they get a grip on my body – will never, ever let me go.

TRIGGER

They call me Trigger.
I shoot first and ask questions later.
It's why I became a biker in the Broken Mavericks MC.

So I could hurt the scum of this world who prey on the weak.

But sometimes, my job brings me in touch with people who deserve a better life.
The innocent.
The pure.

Kenna is one of those.

She shouldn't be with a killer like me.
But I can't let a beauty like her slip through my fingers.
She'll either save me from my darkest path…
Or I'll corrupt her beyond repair.

Either way, she's mine now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Mar 4, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386343516

Book preview

Trigger’s Ride: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Broken Mavericks MC Book Three)

By Vivian Gray

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The bad boy biker has his finger on my trigger.

TRIGGER SAVED ME FROM a drug dealer’s abuse.

He thinks I can save his soul.

But giving myself to the biker doesn’t go as expected...

When I end up with a baby in my belly.

KENNA

My mom is in trouble again.

A vicious drug addiction has sunk its claws into her.

And it won’t let her go without a fight.

So back into chaos she falls.

But this time is worse than ever.

And when I go to try and rescue her...

I end up face-to-face with the devil.

Trigger is like something out of a dream.

Tall and tattooed.

Skin glistening with muscle and ink.

Eyes that see me, pin me, pierce me.

And hands that – once they get a grip on my body – will never, ever let me go.

TRIGGER

They call me Trigger.

I shoot first and ask questions later.

It’s why I became a biker in the Broken Mavericks MC.

So I could hurt the scum of this world who prey on the weak.

But sometimes, my job brings me in touch with people who deserve a better life.

The innocent.

The pure.

Kenna is one of those.

She shouldn’t be with a killer like me.

But I can’t let a beauty like her slip through my fingers.

She’ll either save me from my darkest path...

Or I’ll corrupt her beyond repair.

Either way, she’s mine now.

Chapter 1

Trigger

The building was always full of music and raucous drunks, so it wasn’t unusual for a fog of sound to hang over the lot, but the closer I got to the building, the more I could distinguish the difference between the distant screams and cracks of gunfire and the usual party noise. I readied my gun, kicked open the door, and ran inside.

Bullet holes riddled the wall and double doors that led into the great room. Tables were flipped over, drinks spilled, alcohol mixing with thick rivers of blood, and bodies. I didn’t look at their faces because I knew I didn’t have time to mourn. Not yet. I had to find Buzz and end this.

Shots rang out all around me. Men were hunkered down behind couches and the bar and tables, shielding themselves from the bullets. Occasionally, they would jump up and let off a few shots before hiding again. A couple of men, apparently out of bullets, were wrestling in a back corner.

It took me a second to recognize the smaller man as Dean. He grabbed a half-empty bottle from the bar behind him and cracked it over his opponent’s head. The man seemed dazed, but he was already rising to his feet for round two.

I ran around the edge of the room until I had a good line of sight and shot him in the leg. He screamed and fell, both hands grasping the bloody wound in his thigh. Dean looked around and then offered a quick smile when he saw me. Then, he was back into the fight.

Where have you been, Trigger?

I turned around and saw Patch, a tall bear of a man folded in on himself like origami. He was huddled behind an overturned armchair. The fabric was frayed and stained. A smoking bullet hole had ripped through the center cushion just above Patch’s ear.

I ducked down in front of him. Have you seen Buzz?

A shot rang out, and Patch dropped down flat to the floor, reloading his weapon. He walked through a few minutes ago with a girl, he said, breathless.

Where did he go?

I don’t know, man. I’m a little busy here, Patch said as he rolled onto his stomach, aimed his gun around the side of the chair, and rattled off a few shots. Where the hell have you been?

I knew I would be fielding a lot of questions like that if I survived the night, but I didn’t have time for them now. I tapped Patch on the back, told him to stay safe, and kept walking at a crouch.

I was moving through the room towards the side door when I saw a flash in the corner of my eye. I looked over just as a bearded man I didn’t recognize darted from behind an upturned table, gun aimed at my head, and fired. I dove sideways, my shoulder smashing into the tile floor with a crunch I knew would hurt like hell later and rolled onto my stomach.

I came up on my knees and pointed my weapon at the man. He wasn’t as quick as I was. I pulled the trigger, and a second later his body blew back with the force of the bullet. I didn’t hang around to see if it was a kill shot.

The hallway was dark, most of the lights blown out, and unlike the great room, no windows to illuminate anything. I felt my way along the wall as my eyes adjusted. A human shape was slumped against the wall, and I accidentally kicked it. There were a groan and a curse, enough for me to know the person was alive.

Hang on, I said. I’ll come back for you.

Shit, Trig. You scared me, the man said. I couldn’t recognize his voice, but he obviously knew me.

You seen Buzz come through here?

Mmh-hmh. He paused to take a loud swallow and a deep breath. Barreled through here a few minutes ago, nearly broke my back. He was dragging someone with him.

Okay. Hang on. I’m gonna kill him, and this will be over.

Good luck, Trig.

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