Trigger's Fuse: Broken Mavericks MC, #2

By Vivian Gray

Trigger's Fuse is book 2 of the Broken Mavericks MC trilogy. Book 3, Trigger's Ride, is available everywhere now!

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: 9781386863847

Book preview

Trigger’s Fuse: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Broken Mavericks MC Book Two)

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

I’d been dreading seeing Buzz again. Not because I was afraid of him, but because he was a hassle I didn’t want to deal with. Everyone else paid us on time and took The Broken Mavericks’ threats seriously. But Buzz resisted. I knew it was because he didn’t have the money. If he had the money, he would have paid up immediately. He didn’t want trouble any more than we did.

However, like I’d seen the night we walked in on him with Kenna and her mom, he was much too willing to accept payment in alternate ways. He ran a poor business, and it was affecting my bottom line. As soon as I got my money out of him, I’d gladly drop him as an associate and never darken his doorstep again.

Same plan as before? Dean asked as we walked up to the dilapidated crack house Buzz operated out of.

I nodded. Make him pay or make him pay.

Excellent, Dean said, cracking his knuckles like a character about to fight in a cheesy movie.

The house looked the same as before, and as we walked into the large space, I would have sworn it was the exact same people laying in heaps along the walls. The room smelled like urine and dust.

Buzz was standing in the middle of the room. For a second, my mind flashed back to the last time I’d been here. To Kenna standing half-naked in the middle of the room, Buzz’s hand on her body. I was flooded with the same rage as before, and I wanted to rip his arm off in a kind of delayed retribution.

I took a deep breath. Good to see you again, Buzz.

The giant of a man turned around, an incredulous look on his fat face. I wish I could say the same. What brings you to my neck of the woods?

You know why we’re here, I said, already dropping my sad attempt at civility. You still owe me money, Buzz.

I thought we agreed that I’d get it to you when I could. He shrugged as if he didn’t care, though I could see the panic in his eyes. He kept glancing at Dean standing next to me, probably remembering how the smaller man had pummeled him only a few weeks before.

I can see the bruises on your cheeks that prove that isn’t true. My men beat you to a pulp last time we left here, and I told you we’d be back in two weeks.

Buzz was healing up nicely considering the beating he’d taken, but I could still see the ghosts of bruises under his eyes and along his jawline.

And here you are, Buzz said, using both arms to gesture to me and the Mavericks standing behind me. Very punctual.

I warned you what would happen if we showed up and you didn’t have the money. I hate to do it, but how would it make me look if I didn’t follow through on my threats? What would it do to my reputation around town?

Buzz took a staggered step backward, his fear overriding his pride. People would think you’re a merciful guy.

I shook my head and gestured for Dean and the other men to move forward. Exactly. And I wouldn’t want them to get the wrong idea about me.

Dean lunged at the much larger man without hesitation, and within seconds, Buzz was on his knees. Dean rained down blows on his face, specks of blood and saliva flying across the room with every connection. Buzz lifted his hands to fight back,