Page 120 of Trigger Happy Ending

“You gonna answer that?” I ask.

Carson glances at the screen, eyebrows folding and a frown forming.

“This better be important,” Carson snaps to the caller on the other end.

His expression quickly morphs from annoyance to fury. Then, he launches into rapid-fire questions.

“When?”

“How the fuck did they get in?”

“How much damage?”

“What girl?”

Carson’s eyes find mine, and the way his eyes round, twists me up in the most devastating way. I already know this is about Raine.

“How many were there?” Carson asks.

“What’s going on?” I demand.

Carson raises his hand to me, effectively telling me to shut the fuck up, which I don’t appreciate, and won’t tolerate. I stand and throw my glass of scotch across the room, the tumbler shattering into a million pieces.

That sure as shit got his attention.

Carson’s jaw locks as the voice on the other end keeps talking. “Pull the footage from every angle, including the basement and every goddamn exit. Find out where they’ve taken her. I’m so goddamn sick of these cunts!”

Carson ends the call and levels me with an expression that looks a lot like trepidation.

“It’s about Angel, isn’t it?”

Carson nods once. “It’s about Angel.”

My heartbeat detonates in my chest as I squeeze my eyes shut. “Just say it.”

“She’s been taken.”

I swallow the bile that creeps up my throat. It burns as I swallow it back down. “By who?”

“Men wearing Raptors cuts.”

My vision tunnels and I see fucking red.

Didn’t we end those outlaw cunts?

Fuck. I realize it in a split second, and it’s a fist to the throat.

How could I be so fucking stupid?

Raptors' are a goddamn national gang. Another chapter has come for her. Of course they’d come for her; she removed her ski mask in front of a surveillance camera and taunted the pricks by flipping them off. She put her face out there for all to see.

I place my hands on Carson’s desk. “Show me the footage.”

He hesitates, eyes narrowing, probably questioning why the hell Lukas Klein cares so much about a girl who works in his club. He’s starting to see me for who I really am.

And I don’t give a fuck.

“Do you know why these men keep causing trouble at my club?”